The door of Cheng Jiaoniang's house was closed, and Liu Lang, who was holding the horse, looked back.

"Let's go." Qin Shisanlang had already sat on the carriage and greeted him, "Don't bother, she's fine."

"Who bothers?" Zhou Lang snorted and glanced at him, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm not bothering." Qin Shisanlang smiled, "I'm just worried."

After saying that, he smiled and raised his whip to spur the horse.

This time after entering the house, I didn't meet my mother by chance along the way, but was called directly.

I asked the doctor who I didn't know where to call for a diagnosis and treatment. I listened to some instructions on what to eat and what not to eat, and then drank a bowl of tea.

Qin Shisanlang looked at his mother.

Mrs. Qin was still looking at him with a smile.

"Mother, have you seen enough?" he said, putting down his tea bowl.

"I haven't seen enough." Mrs. Qin smiled.

"You've been watching for sixteen years, and you still haven't seen enough?" Qin Shisanlang said with a snort, "This is enough to persuade my father, but no one else believes it."

Mrs. Qin chuckled.

"In sixteen years, this is the first time I've seen you unhappy, and of course I can't get enough of it," she said with a smile.

"Why am I not happy?" Qin Shisanlang said, smiling slightly.

Mrs. Qin stretched out her hand and, as expected, nodded her son's forehead, eyebrows, and heart...

"Here, here, here..." she smiled.

Qin Shisanlang stood up.

"Mom, stop making trouble." He said, frowning and raising his voice slightly, "I'm not a child!"

The room was quiet.

This was probably the first time that everyone saw Thirteenth Qin talking like this. Mrs. Qin stared slightly, her raised hand stopped in front of her, and the servants and women also looked at him in shock.

"Are we thirteen all going to lose our temper?" Mrs. Qin suddenly smiled again and said, waving her fan.

The atmosphere in the house returned to normal.

Qin Shisanlang breathed out.

"I wasn't a normal person before, so I just pretended to be normal. Now that I'm normal, why should I pretend to be normal?" He hummed and flicked his sleeves, "Of course I will lose my temper when I'm unhappy."

Mrs. Qin covered her mouth and smiled.

"Yes, it's a last resort. People who have no choice but to do what they have no choice will do. We Thirteen are the smartest." She smiled and stretched out her hand, "Come here, let mother take a good look at the normal Thirteenth. It's really

I can’t get enough of it.”

Qin Shisanlang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, rolled up his sleeves and turned around to go out.

After waving away the boy who wanted to help him, Qin Shisanlang walked slowly along the road, the smile on his face disappearing.

"Actually, I was overly worried in the first place." He said to himself, then shook his head and smiled.

There is no time when this is not the case, whether she is angry or worried, they are all other people, and as the one who affects everything, she is just watching the show. Who is in the show and who is watching the show.

For other women, how their husband's family is doing and how their husband is are all important matters in their lives, but for this woman, major life matters can be overturned at her hands, so marriage matters don't matter.

Born into such a family, having been so ill since she was a child, her mother died and her father abandoned her, she couldn't have lived a good life.

When you have no choice, do what you have to do, and those who have no choice but to do what they have no choice...

Qin Shisanlang stopped.

No matter what the situation is, she allows herself to live well.

But why, he felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

"Master?"

The boy beside him saw him standing still for a long time, so he thought he was tired from walking and tentatively came to help him.

Qin Shisan turned around suddenly.

The young man was startled and looked at his young master.

"It shouldn't be." Qin Shisan said.

"Sir, what shouldn't be done?" the boy asked in confusion.

"Yes, it shouldn't be." Qin Shisan said, stepping out.

His steps were faster than before, and he was walking very awkwardly. The boy didn't know what was going on and hurriedly followed him.

At this time, Saturday Lang just stepped into the house.

"How about it?"

Mr. Zhou, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, asked hurriedly.

Saturday Lang hummed.

"What do you mean?" Mr. Zhou asked in confusion.

"That's right, it's fine. It's okay." Zhou Lang said in a low voice, bowing his head and leaving.

Master Zhou called him to stay.

"Wait, wait," he said, waving his son in, "Come in and tell me, why is it so good?"

Saturday Lang sat down with his head down.

"I'm quite satisfied, so it'll be fine," he said.

Mr. Zhou didn't react for a moment, but Mrs. Zhou had a spiritual connection.

"Oh, she actually fell in love with the young master of the Wang family?" she asked in surprise.

"Are you saying that Jiaojiao'er has agreed to this marriage?" Mr. Zhou finally came to his senses and asked with a glare.

Who knows what she is looking for...

Saturday Lang hummed.

Mr. Zhou looked shocked and stretched out his hand to twist his beard, not knowing what to say.

"Then the Wang family is so good?" he said to himself.

"Since she likes it, we don't need to worry about it." Mrs. Zhou was overjoyed and relieved of a heavy burden, "I think the young master of the Wang family is not bad looking, but he is also a bit lacking, and he looks like he must be at home.

He is arrogant. It is easy for Jiaojiao'er to manipulate such a person. If she manipulates him, wouldn't she also manipulate the entire Wang family..."

He said, stroking his hands and smiling.

"This marriage is so suitable. Jiao Jiao'er is so smart, how could she disagree?"

The best thing is that the Wang family is from the south. She should get married and leave the capital as soon as possible.

"What a pity." Mr. Zhou frowned and twisted his beard.

"What's a pity? All girls' families want to get married," Mrs. Zhou said.

"You are so talented, marrying someone else?" Mr. Zhou frowned, his eyes falling on Liu Lang intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhou Lang's body suddenly tensed up, his hands on his knees clenched, and his heartbeat was pounding.

Mrs. Zhou also looked over, was startled, and reached out to pat Mr. Zhou's arm.

"There's nothing we can do about it, Jiao Jiao'er has taken a liking to it herself," she said.

"Why didn't I fall in love with you?" Mr. Zhou couldn't help but ask, looking at Liu Lang, while sizing him up, "Isn't he worse than that boy named Wang? Not to mention our family, it's better than the Wang family anyway.

Why didn’t I fall in love with you?”

Zhou Lang stood up with a red face, turned around and left.

"What are you talking about! Of course our Liulang is better than that person, but Jiaojiao'er doesn't think there is anything we can do." Mrs. Zhou said hurriedly, with a smile on her face and a little nervous, "Don't worry so much.

, she has taken a fancy to the young master of the Wang family, don’t talk nonsense and annoy her... No matter how good our Liulang is, she doesn’t like us. If she doesn’t like him, she just doesn’t like him. We have been together for so long, if

I’ve been interested in it for a long time…”

Liulang quickened his pace, trying to put aside his parents' words, but the sound followed him like a shadow.

People don't like our Rokuro...

If you don't like it, you just don't like it...

We have been together for so long, if I had fallen in love with you, I would have fallen in love with you already...

I just didn’t like it…

The young man started to run, but the two young ladies who were coming towards him hurriedly avoided and were almost knocked down.

"What are you doing, sixth brother?" the little lady complained, looking back at the running young man, "Did you get beaten? You look like you're about to cry."

"Who can beat him..." said another little lady.
To be continued...