Chapter 563: Tsk, I wasted my face

Lu was savoring the tea leisurely and saw that Zhou's mother came in from the corner of her eyes. She didn't raise her head, she just stroked the pattern of the teacup with her fingertips, and her voice opened flat.

"The person has arrived?"

"When you say to your wife, you have already taken the person as you ordered."

Lu raised his eyebrows: "How is she?"

Mother Zhou hesitated for a moment and told the truth.

It’s not that she didn’t want to say good things to coax Lu, but that Bai’s number is not an ordinary and simple character. She concealed it, but instead made her wife underestimate the enemy and was at a disadvantage or hit the other party’s plan.

It’s better to honestly say who that person is and what kind of means do you have.

When Lu listened to Zhou’s mother’s statement, his breathing was suffocated, and his hands holding the teacup tightened.

"Madam, that woman is not a simple master. The old slave led her to the corner door and went all the way to the living yard. Her expression was not changed at all." Zhou's mother bent slightly and said, "This woman is very tolerant."

Lu sneered: "What's the simplest thing to win over the master?"

Zhou's mother said worriedly: "Madam, you must know what you want."

Lu's voice was a little weak: "Mom, I suddenly became a little tired."

Mother Zhou sighed.

...

Chunhui Hall.

Song Ci held his cheek and watched a filial son performance, thinking that this ancient man was not inferior to his professional background in acting, and his acting skills were absolutely amazing.

She looked at Song Zhiqing and wanted to find out the shadow of Song Bai’s bread from it, but after looking at it, she really didn’t think it looked like Song Bai’s bread?

Is this the difference between a thin man and a fat man?

She recalled the young white bread carefully, forget it, I can't remember it.

Song Zhiqing is thin and handsome, has long eyes and a small beard on her chin...

When Song Ci saw this, he stroked his forehead. Something that he couldn't stand when he came here was that the man always liked to grow a beard to show his maturity and stability. Song Zhiqing was less than thirty years old, but he had already grown a beard, which in vainly affected his beauty.

Tsk, my face was vain.

Song Zhiqing knelt on the ground and cried for a while. Seeing that the old lady on the seat had no reaction, she couldn't help but frowned, raised her head, and looked at Song Ci.

There was something wrong with this look, and it was a bit strange inexplicably.

"Mother?"

Song Ci came to his senses and did not give him a good look. He said in a tired voice: "You are tired and busy, and you will go back to the yard to wash up first. Your wife and children are looking forward to your return so that their necks have grown. I guess they are waiting for you now."

"yes."

"Your father's side, I heard that you have lived in the village for a while. After you settle down, you can go and pay him my respects."

"Yes, mother." Song Zhiqing stood up, hesitated for a while, and said tentatively: "Mother, my son has taken a concubine named Baishuilian, a native of Xiangzhou. Bai is gentle and kind, and gave birth to a pair of twins for his son. She is also considered to be a contribution to the Song family. My son wants to bring them to kowtow to his mother."

Song Ci's eyes turned cold.

You scumbag!

Before my wife met, I was anxious to speak good things for the mistress first when I entered the door?

Song Ci was a little bored and said, "You should tell your wife about taking a concubine, why are you not polite after being out for so many years? When she has seen someone and approved it, you can bring it here again."

She wanted to see what kind of prosperous white lotus was that, which made this person protect her so much that she couldn't wait to make her name clear.
Chapter completed!