Prestigious Family Marriage: Uncle vs Young Wife

Ye Qingxin heard the buzzing voice outside, got out of bed and put on a filial hat.

The yard full of people and wreaths held her back.

The people who suddenly appeared in the courtyard were all dressed in extraordinary manners, and all face to face, unlike the relatives of the Ye family or the Zhou family, the wreath was placed directly from the spiritual hall to the courtyard, looking at the outward extension, outside There should be a lot more.

Ye Qing swept around quietly, Jing Boyuan was absent. Last night, the middle-aged man was busy greeting guests. Judging from his kindness to those people, these people were afraid they would not be small.

Song Mother and Ji Yi are also busy greeting the guests, but Song Mother's words and expressions reveal the humble feeling of the people when they see the Emperor. Ji Yi has a very good deal between the people, and everyone is polite to her.

The small courtyard that was originally cold suddenly became crowded.

Some people noticed Ye Qingxin came out, and saw the filial hat on her head and the twine around her waist, and immediately recognized her identity. Many people came to her and told her that some of the dead have changed. 'Consolation.

The tone is very polite and faintly pleasing.

Ye Qingxin pressed down the sadness and doubts at the bottom of his heart, and dealt with his words decently. There was another wave of people hanging on the door with a wreath, and Ye Qingxin was suddenly overwhelmed.

In addition to people who don't know who wear shirts, suits, and leather shoes, some relatives, who are near or far away, came to pay homage, and neighbors began to greet them.

Ye Qingxin had a faint idea in his heart. Taking advantage of the greeting, he pulled Song Mother aside, "Why are there so many people suddenly?"

The sense of busyness on Song's mother has not yet disappeared, her eyes glowed, she seemed a little excited, and she replied: "This morning, Mayor Lu and the Secretary of the Municipal Committee brought a wreath to condolence. Leaders and small employees followed suit. Look at the man in the blue shirt. "Mother Song pointed to a man in his fifties who was standing in the courtyard and talking to Ji Yi. He said," He is the county party secretary who just took office this year. have that"

"That is the director of the Municipal People's Congress"

"That's the director of the Public Security Bureau"

Mother Song pointed to the past one by one, and she was an extraordinary leader.

"Heart, what exactly is your fiance? You can get these leaders out."

Last time Jing Boyuan's family came, Song's mother felt that the family was not ordinary people, but she did not expect that even the leaders in the city were polite. When thinking of the previous Municipal Party Committee Secretary's polite attitude towards Jing Boyuan, Song mother became even more awed.

Ye Qing's heart stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered what she heard at the courtyard gate last night, and her later state, Jing Boyuan must have seen that she was sad and sad for the funeral

These people are all for Jing Boyuan.

Those relatives and neighbors probably came for these municipal and county leaders.

But no matter whether these people came to pay their respects, or if they were indifferent, at least, the funeral looked beautiful.

Ye Qingxin had a sore nose and suddenly wanted to see Jing Boyuan.

"What about others?" She asked her mother.

Although she didn't name who the Dao was, the mother of Song understood it, so she replied, "I left with the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee and Mayor Lu in the morning. It said something was wrong. I told you to urge you to eat when you get up." When it comes to eating, Mother Song slammed her head, "Look at me, I'm so confused. Let's go. There's a lot of steam in the kitchen. I'll take you to eat."

The two were about to go to the kitchen, and there was another group of people at the door. They were relatives of Ye Jundong, and Song's mother knew him.

Ye Qingxin saw what Mother Song wanted to entertain, and said, "Go, I'll go to eat myself."

Mother Song hesitated for a moment and said, "Well then, help in the kitchen for a long time, you go in to find her."

Ye Qingxin went into the kitchen. Song Jiu picked up vegetables with some older aunts. When she saw Ye Qingxin coming in, she put down the vegetables in her hand and washed her hands. She gave Ye Qingxin a bowl of porridge and two from the steamer. Buns.

"Come here for breakfast."

Ye Qingxin looked at the big pot in the small kitchen, and a few people in chef uniforms were busy, turned to ask Song Jiu: "They are"

Yesterday, I did n’t ask for a chef, and there are usually red and white things to ask for a chef. There are private people in the town to do this, but the chefs who wear chefs ’work clothes clearly come from which hotel.

Song Jiu grabbed the vegetables and sat next to Ye Qingxin, picking and saying: "It's not the big boss of your family who has been found overnight. Last time your big boss invited me to a dinner in the South China Sea, do you remember? This chef is here at the Nanhai Banquet. "

Ye Qingxin noticed that the chef ’s overalls were indeed embroidered with the words 'South China Sea Banquet'.

"You didn't know anything when you fell asleep. Poor I was pulled over early in the morning to do this and that. My arms were sore."

Ye Qingxin said softly, "Tough work."

Song Jiuxiao laughed: "I didn't have the hard work of your big boss. You fell asleep last night. He took you back to the room and guarded you. I got up to go to the toilet in the middle of the night and saw him take the small country back into the room. Your big boss is so powerful, no matter how small a country is, he is an 18-year-old adult man. He can't change his face when he hugs him, and he doesn't feel any weight at all. "

Ye Qingxin held the bowl and had no appetite, but forced himself to drink a few mouthfuls of porridge.

"Then he didn't sleep?"

Song Jiu thought about it, "It shouldn't. I was called to work at four in the morning. I saw him sitting in the hall, like a sculpture. I thought he was asleep, and I wanted to check it out. However, before he got closer, he turned to look at him, scared me and ran away, his eyes were too bluffing. "

Ye Qingxin didn't know what it was like in his heart.

"Did you just let him go last time? What happened this time?"

Song Jiudao: "I don't know. Although he looked serious last time, but this time it was not scary. At that time, I felt a scalp and ran away subconsciously."

Ye Qingxin said nothing, endured the discomfort in his stomach, and drank a bowl of porridge.

It's almost ten o'clock.

She came out of the kitchen, and the funeral band changed a song and continued to play. There were fewer people in the yard than before, but it was still full of people.

Because of the relationship between the leaders, several relatives and neighbors asked me to stay and help. The middle-aged man was assigning tasks. The yard looked messy. In fact, everything was proceeding in an orderly manner.

After the middle-aged man was assigned, Ye Qingxin took a glass of water and passed.

"Uncle, drink water."

The middle-aged man was flattered and laughed, "My wife just called me Pan Yang."

Ye Qingxin said, "What should I do? I should call you Uncle Pan." After a pause, she asked, "What is your relationship with Bo Yuan?"

Pan Yang answered truthfully: "I'm the director of the branch of Bowie Group in s City."

Ye Qing nodded, "I heard Mother Song said that the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee and Mayor Lu had come this morning. How did they know about my mother? Why did they come?"

Pan Yang was somewhat supportive.

Ye Qing straightly said: "Is he asking you to disclose the news?"

Seeing Pan Yang nodded, she asked: "Our family doesn't know the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee and the Mayor, and their status is far worse. Why did they come to condole my mother? They also attracted so many leading cadres."

This movement, I am afraid that it has already caused a sensation in the entire city, otherwise, distant relatives who are not in one city will come to pay homage.

Ye Qingxin thought about the time when Ye Qinguo was involved, Mayor Lu and several important leaders in the city also suddenly appeared. At that time, she felt that Jing Boyuan could invite Mayor Lu to come forward. There must be some interests in the dispute, but later She asked, Jing Boyuan just took it with a hand.

This time it was such a big move. The leaders at the city and county levels came. Jing Boyuan went out to talk with the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee and Mayor Lu.

Pan Yang didn't know if he should answer truthfully.

Ye Qingxin saw that he clearly knew something, and lowered his eyelashes, and said softly, "Stop it, I won't tell him, I just don't know."

Pan Yang gritted his teeth for a moment, and then said, "Last time, my wife encountered difficulties at home. President Jing donated a sum of money to the municipal government in your name. That money was used to build the eight major bureau buildings. The road in s city is not good. It should be repaired. I told Mayor Lu what he meant, and by the way revealed that the funeral was a bit deserted. "

Later, without him, Ye Qingxin understood.

The sun was so hot outside, Ye Qingxin felt that his head was a little dizzy, and he got up and sat in the hall.

In the hall, I do n’t know if the dead are there. It ’s a bit cold, and it ’s very different from the heat outside.

She looked at the ice coffin and burst her hair.

My mother was afraid that she never dreamed before she died, and she could still have such a beautiful scene after her death.

City leaders and county leaders came to pay their respects, saying that there was more face to go out.

Ye Qing wanted to laugh, but he didn't know how to tears in his eyes, and the corners of his rising lips gradually collapsed.

The people who came to pay their respects kept on, and there were people shaking from time to time.

It was not until four o'clock in the afternoon that Jing Boyuan returned.

The man was still the gray shirt and trousers of yesterday. Even after two days of wearing, he was still straight, his face was cold and deep, and he was so handsome. People in the yard knew that the city and county leaders were because of him Zhou Qiaoqiao would come to pay tribute, and the eyes of Jing Boyuan unconsciously paid homage, and the people who had originally sat up could not help but stood up with a restrained expression.

Jing Boyuan had a cigarette in his hand, and his steady eyes swept across the courtyard. He didn't see the figure, and strode directly towards the Lingtang, but he also nodded and nodded to the crowd who looked at himself. The superior is imposing and powerful.

Pan Yang stepped forward, and there seemed to be something to say. He just called out Mr. Jing Jing, and Jing Boyuan raised his hand to stop him.

After entering the hall, she saw the girl sitting on the bench in a daze.

Jing Boyuan threw away his cigarette **** and ran to his feet. He walked over and sat down next to the girl. He reached out and held her cold little hand. His voice was calm and reassuring. "Heart."

Ye Qingxin turned his eyes to look at him, smiled slowly at him, his arms passed through the gap between his arms and waist, hugging him, heard the heartbeat in his chest, and said softly with tears, "You are back." "

After a moment of silence, she said, "Thank you."

Pan Yang, who was behind, stabbed in place for two seconds and turned to leave.

Jing Boyuan lowered his head, licking the tears on the girl's face with his belly, and held her quietly.

There are many mosquitoes in the summer evening. Everyone will eat dinner at five o'clock. The condolence people have left, and only the funeral staff and funeral band are left.

There are three tables in the yard.

The funeral band member who talked last night came over with a glass of wine. The cylindrical Colin glass was filled with a glass of white wine and said to Ye: "Last night I was talking nonsense. Please forgive Mrs. Jing, I will punish myself. A cup. "

Speaking directly to raise a glass, drank a clean neck, and suddenly a red face sunburned a little bit.

Ye Qingxin actually didn't care about him, and what he said was also true. There was nothing worth considering, and he laughed: "You don't mention it, I forget it, it's not a big deal."

The man was a guy in his twenties, with big eyes and pretty good looks. He felt a loose expression on his face and thanked him, "Thank you Mrs. Jing."

Everyone already knows that Zhou Qiaoqiao's son-in-law surname Jing is an incredible figure.

When the guy returned to the table of his companion, someone half-joked and half-advised: "Tell your boy to talk, pay attention, it ’s almost a loss? Fortunately, Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing do n’t care about you. The dead do not know. "

"No, I have been in this business for so many years. For the first time, I saw so many leaders. During the daytime scene, I made several mistakes on the stage. I don't know if you found it."

"It's not just you. I've been running. I don't know what Mr. Jing is from. The leaders in the city are so kind to him."

"Yesterday when I came in from him, I felt that this person was different, like a leader. Later, when I saw him personally wearing a shroud for the deceased, I didn't feel like it. No one would personally do such obscene things."

I did n’t finish the words and was interrupted by the woman next to me. “What do you know, you see Mr. Jing has been picking vegetables for Mrs. Jing, this man is a woman who he really likes, sometimes he can save his life, let alone dress the dead I see Mr. Jing is really kind to Mrs. Jing, and I can see that my girl ’s heart is overflowing. If I were ten years younger, I would also like to find such a man. "

"Then you have to have a lovely face."

The woman threw the chopsticks directly, "Go! Little bunny!"

After dinner, the funeral band blew again.

Unlike last night's deserted neighbourhood, neighbours came over and shook after dinner, and deliberately or inadvertently fell on Jing Boyuan, catching Song's mother to probe Jing Boyuan's identity.

Song mother also knew that people came from Beijing, rich and capable, and knew nothing else.

The neighbor froze, "I really didn't see it. Zhou Qiaoqiao actually flew out a golden phoenix in this henhouse, and found such a turtle to come back."

Mother Song was displeased. "What henhouse and phoenix are you so low-minded and warped, be careful she talks to you at night!"

The people in the small place were in awe of ghosts and ghosts, and the neighbor was frightened, and he patted his chest and said, "Hey, how scary are you talking!"

The dining table in the yard was cleaned up, but it was not packed. Some of the neighbors took the children to watch the band play Suona, sitting at the table in pairs and chatting, and there were children running around in the yard. A lot.

Ji Yi saw that there was nothing to help and returned to the hotel.

Ye Qingxin sent her to the hutong mouth and thanked him sincerely: "Sanyi, thank you for these two days."

Ji Yi smiled: "It's all a family. You don't have to be so polite. Instead, they don't understand anything. They come to help. As a result, people don't know where to go. Don't mind."

Ye Qingxiner: "How come, I'm very grateful that you are here."

Ji Yi said: "Go back, there are many mosquitoes outside."

Ye Qingxin still insisted on watching Ji Yi's car leave.

Back in the yard, I happened to see Jing Boyuan standing in a corner of the yard to smoke. A four- or five-year-old girl stood in front of him and looked up at his neck, as if talking to him. The sound of suona was loud and Ye Qingxin listened. I didn't see what she said. I only saw Jing Boyuan playing cigarettes with one hand and touching the little girl's head with one hand. At that scene, there was a sense of sight between the loving father and the little daughter.

Ye Qingxin stood at the door, leaning against the door, and fixedly looked at the picture inside, right hand unconsciously stroking the lower abdomen.

If there is a daughter in the belly, maybe when it grows up, the scene in front of it will really be staged in life.

"Xinxin, what is the pestle doing? Mosquitoes don't bite you?" Mother Song came out and pours the dishes, and saw Ye Qingxin pester and called her.

Ye Qing came to her heart to help, and Song mother said, "No need, no one with a body should take a good rest."

"Thank you Aunt Song. I wouldn't know what to do if it wasn't for you and your uncle's help." Mother Song smiled. "Qiaoqiao had the best relationship with me before she died. I should help her, but even without us Help, don't you still have him, I think he is more capable than us, and that season or something, is also capable. "

The mother of Song said to Jing Boyuan intentionally.

Ye Qing chuckled his lips and said nothing.

At night, Jing Boyuan and Ye Qingguo kept the spirits. Ye Qingxin also wanted to guard, and was strongly ordered by Jing Boyuan to return to the room to sleep.

Ye Qingxin was lying in bed and couldn't sleep.

The outside was bright, the light came in through the window, and the bedroom was bright.

Looked at the phone, it was eleven o'clock.

Thinking of Song Jiu's saying that Jing Boyuan did not sleep last night, he had no time to sleep during the day, and Ye Qing couldn't help feeling a little uncomfortable.

Get out of bed and open the door, just to see Jing Boyuan coming out of Ye Qingguo's house.

Seeing Ye Qingxin, Jing Boyuan frowned without trace, and came over, "how come out."

Ye Qingxin didn't answer, and glanced behind him, "Little country is asleep?"

Jing Boyuan nodded, "Well."

Ye Qingxin looked at the man's slightly tired eyebrows, "I'm guarding, you go to sleep."

Jing Boyuan said nothing, just reached out and carried her into her arms, and brought her into the bedroom, regardless of whether she wanted to or not, he arbitrarily held her to bed and covered her belly with a thin cover.

The man pressed his rough palm on her little belly. "Sleep well, you don't sleep, our daughter has to sleep."

Ye Qing remembered the scene he had seen before, and asked: "Do you like daughters?"

Jing Boyuan's long fingertips cracked the broken hair sticking to her forehead, "I like all you give birth to."

Ye Qing smiled heartily, and suddenly thought of his deceased mother, who was born old, died of illness, and the laws of nature, everyone knew the truth, but it was really his turn, and he couldn't see it that way.

"My mother didn't even know that I was pregnant. If I told her earlier, would you say she would be happy and then in a good mood, wouldn't she go so fast?"

Jing Boyuan touched the girl's cheek with a big hand. "I think what she hopes is that you and Xiaoguo can live happily. You are so sad, maybe she will be angry."

"Sleep, for your mother's peace of mind, for our children."

I don't know if he was confused by Jing Boyuan's voice, Ye Qing fell into a deep sleep without knowing it.

She woke up early the next day.

As yesterday, there was a steady stream of people who came to pay their respects.

In the afternoon, unexpectedly, Zheng Zhengting came home.

Many people also know the relationship between Xun Zhengting and Zhou Qiaoqiao. In addition to the regretful marriage, in the following ten years, the care and care of the orphans and widows and the three had been discussed in the neighborhood. It was normal, but Zhengzheng Ting didn't seem to notice it, sent a wreath and went to incense Zhou Qiaoqiao.

After finishing the incense, Li Shufen took Ye Qingxin's hand, really like a good aunt, crying and comforting, her heart flew out of her mouth.

Ye Qing vaguely understood to whom she was doing this show.

In addition to Jing Boyuan, who else is worthy of her life.

In front of his mother, Ye Qingxin didn't want to make everyone ugly, so he coped.

Turning his head to see Qian Shiyun and Qi Shishi standing on the ground, Ye Qingxin reminded softly: "Two cousins, it's yours."

Yun Shiyun was unwilling. She stared thoughtfully at the ice coffin, looking a bit abnormal.

Li Shufen stepped forward and pushed the two of them together, "How to teach you at home, not to incense your aunt."

The two became incense.

Ye Qing heartedly pushed the futon down to the feet of the two. "The two cousins ​​scratched their heads and hurt their knees carefully."

Ji Shiyun was surprised for a moment, she was not ready to scratch her head.

However, many people looked at it, and there were thousands of dictates when Wu Zhengting came, and they had to give Zhou Qiaoqiao three beatings.

It can also be regarded as a return to her previous insult and insult to Zhou Qiaoqiao.

Wu Shishi followed with three rattles.

Waiting for Ye's devoted attention to turn away from the mother and daughter, she saw that Wu Zhengting had taken the opportunity to talk to Jing Boyuan.

I don't know what the two talked about, but when Zheng Zhengting left, he was ashamed.

Ye Qingxin came to Jing Boyuan and asked him, "What did you tell him?"

Suona is loud, so speak louder.

Jing Boyuan shot back the soot and said, "I just told him that your mother died suddenly and was related to his daughter."

As I was talking, there was a commotion outside, and I heard a woman screaming, as if something had happened.

Someone ran in and said something to Father Song. Father Song's face changed and he hurried out.

Ye Qing wanted to look over and Jing Boyuan held her, "There are many people, don't run around."

After a while Pan Yang came in from the courtyard and ran straight to the two of them, panting: "The family of four who just came in, the man didn't know how to get angry suddenly, and slapped a girl with a slap. It happened to hit the sharp corner of a raised brick. He fainted on the spot and shed blood. He was just sent to the hospital, and he didn't know if he could survive. "

After speaking, he shook his head with his mouth and shook his head. "I see that the corner of the brick has been inserted into the back of my head, I'm afraid I can't live."

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Although it is late, but still cheeky for a monthly pass.

That ’s right, your Yao ’s face is so thick

Also, thank you for the cute little ones who spent a lot of time on diamond coins, etc. Sometimes, Yao did n’t thank him in time, but he saw it, and was grateful, thank you.