"Why should I stand up for him? Because his mother is my sister? Because my parents died early and it was her that Zheng Xuedong raised me, so I should repay her. I also have to love the house and the black man and even feel unreasonably distressed to protect her son?"

My mind was a little bit twitched by her series of questioning bombings, just like a normal car suddenly turned in reverse gear on the highway. Not only did the car not drive in the opposite direction, it would also instantly shatter all parts, just like my brain at this moment. I said in surprise: "Aren't you Duanmu Liushui his aunt..."

Helping relatives or not is not only an inertial thinking, but also a controversial traditional culture.

"I'm not talented, I really don't have that big face," Zheng Yuqiu's modesty was disdainful. "I came to this world only eighteen months earlier than him. I dare not put on the airs of an elder, for fear that he would beat me. Although he has a soft bone, he is big. Sister, the pair of breasts I am proud of are not as developed as two biceps on his arms. You can't compare with you with my sister. Just my slender waist, I'm kicked by him, and you can't break it into two pieces? Isn't it a bit disabled if I can't die? Besides, Zheng Xuedong is famous for not helping her and not helping her. You can't have heard of it..."

I was shocked. This shameless and weird woman used her chest and biceps to highlight Duanmu's body. She actually mentioned "helping her, not helping her" to me. The parts in her buddy's head were busy with the reorganization after being bombarded by her. Unconsciously, she touched the wallet in her pants pocket. There was a platinum diamond membership card given to me by Mrs. Duanmu, which was just the production and the price of materials, which could make people shocked. Duanmu, Duanmu,

The lady said that this was the reason she helped me at a high-level meeting. For this reason, she scolded her baby son in public, which made the baby cry in anger. It was almost a sign of being an ineffective person and ruined his future in Fengchang... and contacted the third lady and Min Rou's Moon Valley and Fengchang, all kinds of reality made me think that the relationship between their sisters is so deep that it is beyond words, but now it seems that it is not like that...

"Aren't my sister and son both kissing me..." I said weakly.

Zheng Yuqiu said: "It's different. The sister is the flesh on her parents' body, and the son is the flesh on her body."

This misunderstanding made me refute me to respond without words. Then Zheng Yuqiu sneered twice, as if muttering to himself, but every word was clear enough that anyone would feel that it was a kind of deliberate sarcastic hum: "Maybe, that is the only memory left to her by the man she loves most in her life. I'm afraid only she knows this kind of thing. Who knows... Duanmu family's ones who have the handle and the ones who don't have the handle are counted as one, and the whole nest is a waste. Even if you know, you dare not be angry or speak out. Who has the courage to not look at her face? In this world, there are too many illegitimate flowers, and it is not only her, Zheng Xuedong, but the illegitimate flowers, who have a thick face and a dark smile, is the only one who eats people and doesn't spit bones... "

My hair was rising, my forehead, back spine, palms were covered with cold sweat...

Whether she said this with evidence or simply slandering and spreading rumors, it was enough to make people feel cold. You know, she is Mrs. Duanmu's real sister.

Duanmu Liushui is Murphy's half-brother? I quickly shook my head. This is absolutely impossible. If Duanmu Liushui is Mo Yiran's son, how could Mrs. Duanmu have any reason to help Murphy...

I shook my head and threw this question out of my head. But I knew in my heart that Zheng Yuqiu's words had already taken root in my body. I suddenly realized that among Feng Chang's three giants, I didn't trust Lao Mo and had a scheming with Zhang Li. However, I was not wary of Mrs. Duanmu. Instead, because of her attitude of supporting Murphy, I had a great favor and trust in her...

Is Zheng Yuqiu reminding me of this? The only thing I know about her is that this girl is very cunning, and she is definitely not a woman who can't hide her words in her heart. Otherwise, I would not have been deceived by her for so long as a fool. She could keep the insignificant little secret of the third lady, but she could not keep the big secret that concerns her sister's reputation. Isn't that true?

After that, Zheng Yuqiu returned to her usual hilariousness, but what she said, I didn't listen to a word, and she was perfunctory and thoughts in her mind. Miss Zheng felt that I was absent-minded and did not point it out. It was just that there was no threat to threaten me and I said that I would never let her and the third lady goose again next time, so I hung up the phone, which made me feel that she was confirming the conspiracy theory that was churning in my belly in the default way...

After all, we and Tang Lian are not in the same class. Even if he knows how to be a foil, he will inevitably not find common topics after a long time. However, he is obviously unwilling to say more about Ran Yibai and Dongfang Lianren, so he eats and drinks, so I get up and say goodbye, and ends like this before the atmosphere cools down, and no one is embarrassed.

Before leaving, I gave Jiang Yu to Mrs. Jiang. The box of 80,000 yuan best Tieguanyin that Mrs. Jiang handed over to Tang Lian and asked him to pass it on to Ran Yibai. Tang Lian was also a tea ceremony person. He knew the goods and his eyes shone, proving that Jiang Yu was indeed not bragging. This tea is indeed a good thing without market price, so I didn't beat the swollen face and pretended to be a big-tail wolf. I bluntly said that the tea that I couldn't afford in this jar was just a gift from the Buddha. Others gave it to me. I am a layman who doesn't know tea. I can't drink it or be reluctant to drink it. Think about its price. It's either a stomachache or a worry. This thing is tea, not a vase, and it's a waste of resources at home. It's better to do favors.

There are three types of honest people, one is sincerity, one is people who know how to judge and choose between lying and honesty before telling the truth, and the other is people who are clearly lying but not being seen through... The three types of honesty have very different natures, but have one thing in common, that is, they are not disgusting, but they can easily win people's favor.

It can be seen that Tang Lian admired my "honestness" very much and accepted the tea with fear and fear. I don't know if it was to use such a solemn performance to highlight the weight of this gift to make me feel happy, or if I really love tea as my life. Even if Ran Yibai must like this thing, he will send it to her mansion in person later...

Actually, I hung up Zheng Yuqiu's phone before. In order to cool down my mind and divert my thoughts, I sent a text message to Dongfang's mobile phone. The little girl's mobile phone should be in Ran Yibai's hands now. I did not test her request, but just expressed my apology for the last time scolding her. Thanks for her to be able to keep aside today, and took a few flatteries and praised her cooking skills. This menopause may have been a few years ahead of schedule, so the woman with a changeable temper quickly replied to me. The question is very naive, but the content is quite interesting. It is a two-way multiple-choice question: 'Who has better cooking skills than pitiful? a, mother, b, daughter.'

I deeply feel that Dongfang is better than the blue, and I am against my will and knowingly wrong: a.

As a result, the stones were as big as the sea, and I haven't received any reply until now, which made my buddy feel awkward. I don't know if I chose the right or the wrong one. Could it be that the flattery was slapped on the horse's legs? In fact, they are quite self-aware and know that their skills have been surpassed by Dongfang. I was smart and thought she was very conceited about cooking skills, so I personally cooked a table of Dongfang's own specialty dishes?

Tang Lian personally sent us out of the resort. The beautiful girl with a Tianjin accent at the ticket office was gone. A trace of disappointment that I couldn't explain clearly came to my heart until I got in the car and said goodbye to Tang Lian. I looked back and felt that there was something strange that I couldn't let go. Suddenly, Dong Xiaoye muttered like a complaint, "The girl in the ticket office was a distant relative named Tang."

I was stunned, "Ha?"

Dong Xiaoye said angrily: "Or where did her confidence and temper come from? I just put my shoes on her for a long time, and those with the surname Tang just hummed and said to him. That was ridiculous."

"Then what do you want him to say?" Chu Yuan was already sleepy, huddled in her seat, pillowing on my thighs, as if she was sleeping but not waking up. The nerves that had been tense since last night finally relaxed. After being excited, she was irresistible fatigue. This girl's physique was originally weak and she had not had a good rest for a day and a night. Now she really couldn't bear it anymore. I patted her back lightly, lowered her voice and smiled to Sister Hu, "Isn't she just not polite to speak? You really have to make people because of such a thing.

The family’s job was ruined? Why? Just to prove that I really know her boss? Or to let Tang Lian use this to show his gratitude and admiration for me and to highlight my domineering spirit? It’s not a vulgar, but reality is not a novel or a TV series. It’s not easy to find a job that can support the family these days. It’s not easy to have a verbal dispute, right? Forgive others when you have to forgive others, it’s not a good word to revenge, and wearing small shoes is even more a villain’s behavior, Sister Xiaoye.”

Sister Hu blushed and said, "I'm asking for a clear understanding of whether they are related. Who will be vengeful? Is my image in your heart a villain?"

"Why do you think they are relatives?"

I just asked casually, but Sister Hu's answer shocked me.

"A young employee selling tickets picked up his mobile phone and called the chairman. What do you think I should think?"

That's it!

This is the weird thing I think!

At that time, because I was about to meet Ran Yibai, I was both nervous and pessimistic, so I didn't care about this little detail. Now I think about it, it's really strange...

But it was such a strange thing, Tang Lian didn't mention it all night, which was even more strange...

Who is that pretty girl?
Chapter completed!