Chapter 4380 Why should a man worry about not having a wife?

Style: Romance Author: peak light rainWords: 2257Update Time: 24/01/11 20:11:23
Mu Zichuan's previous aloofness and indifference may have chilled the hearts of the Liu family girls, so when they met a talkative actor who was also good-looking, he naturally fell in love with him after a few sweet words.

But no matter what, since the engagement has been concluded, Liu Doukou can no longer have an affair with a man other than her fiancé. The Liu family is ultimately at fault in this matter.

But after all, the Liu family has another relationship, which is Mu Zichuan's uncle's family. Even if the situation is wrong and the engagement is terminated, what will happen?

Cut off contact? But that’s Zichuan’s natal family!

What's more, it was the eldest member of the Liu family who made the mistake, and there was also a second member of the Liu family!

Lao Mu's house.

Mu Zichuan was sitting behind the desk, with a piece of paper spread out in front of him. He was holding a pen in his hand and was writing furiously.

Zuo Junmo and Yang Ruoqing both stood quietly aside, looking at the three eye-catching words on the top of the white paper: Letter of Termination of Engagement!

The two people had secretly exchanged glances several times.

The room was very quiet, except for the rustling sound of the pen tip scratching on the paper.

Mu Zichuan finished writing the divorce letter in one go. He not only signed his name but also put a bright red fingerprint on the signature.

Then, I picked up the paper and blew a few puffs of fairy air on it to let the ink dry quickly.

Fold it neatly and stuff it into a letter, and call the servant at home.

"Send it to the Liu family immediately and hand it into the hands of the old patriarch of the Liu family." He ordered.

My mother's maiden family, the Liu family, is a well-known family in a neighboring town.

The current old patriarch of the Liu family is his mother's cousin.

Both uncles are nephews of this cousin.

The last engagement was discussed privately by my mother and my uncle and aunt, and then she notified the other relatives of the Liu family.

The important matter of marriage is determined by the parents' orders, so the old patriarch cannot directly interfere with Liu Doukou's marriage.

What's more, the old patriarch is very satisfied with this marriage.

This time, Mu Zichuan planned to directly bypass his uncle and aunt and deliver the divorce letter to the old patriarch.

"If you meet my uncle or aunt on the way, or anyone else who tries to persuade you to take back the letter and sit down to talk privately, I will ignore it!"

Muzichuan told his servant again that he refused to keep this matter private and there was no room for maneuver.

The servant understood what Mu Zichuan meant, carefully collected the letter and exited the west room.

Mu Zichuan sat there, holding his temples with both hands, rubbing them gently, as if he was concentrating with his eyes closed.

Yang Ruoqing looked at the re-closed door, turned her head and looked at Muzichuan, and then glanced at Zuo Junmo, not knowing what to say.

So I kept winking at Zuo Junmo, hoping that he would say a few words first to break the calm.

Zuo Junmo secretly shook his head at Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing had no choice but to hold it in and looked at Mu Zichuan with worry.

Such an unfortunate incident was really a devastating blow and humiliation to the proud Mu Zichuan, right?

The three of them were silent, and the room was so quiet that you could hear an embroidery needle drop to the ground.

Just when Yang Ruoqing finally couldn't help but want to speak out, Mu Zichuan finally raised his head.

His eyes were as dark as a deep pool, unable to see the bottom, and there was a feeling of coolness inside.

It makes people feel inexplicably distressed.

"Brother Zuo, Qing'er, you don't have to worry about me. I'm not as hurt as you think. I just feel very surprised and incomprehensible." Mu Zichuan said solemnly.

Yang Ruoqing moved her feet and came to the desk, "Zichuan, Brother Zuo and I are not outsiders. If you have any complaints, just say it. Don't keep it in your heart. It will hurt your body!"

Mu Zichuan shook his head slightly: "As deep as the love is, so is the hatred. In the final analysis, my relationship with my cousin is still that of brother and sister."

"If it weren't for fulfilling my mother's last wish, I wouldn't have accepted this marriage."

"If she is not engaged to me and is still my cousin, if this happens, I will definitely stand up and make the decision for her and convince my uncle and the others to get married."

"It's a pity that when she eloped with someone else, she took the title of my fiancée, which made me a little embarrassed." He said.

Yang Ruoqing smiled bitterly, it was indeed embarrassing. Any man or woman would feel embarrassed if this kind of thing happened to them.

"The matter has come to this, and embarrassment will not help," Yang Ruoqing said.

"Now, what we need most is to have a strong heart and not be crushed by those rumors. Who in our lives has never encountered one or two bastards? Brother Zuo, right?" Yang Ruoqing threw the question away. It was given to Zuo Junmo, who had been silent.

Zuo Junmo smiled and said, "Well, Qing'er is right. Nothing is going to be smooth sailing, and mentality is the most important thing."

"Zichuan, don't think about anything. Why should a man worry about not having a wife? I'll have people prepare wine and food. How about we stay drunk tonight?" he asked.

Mu Zichuan raised his head, looked at Zuo Junmo, and also smiled.

"Okay, I'll stay drunk tonight!" Mu Zichuan said.

Seeing that the two men were trying to deal with their worries in a man's way, Yang Ruoqing hurriedly said: "Then I'll prepare some food for you!" Yang Ruoqing came to the kitchen of Lao Mu's house and called the maid to him, "Hands What ingredients are there at the bottom?”

The servant woman and the servant who went to Liu's house to deliver the divorce letter were married. Mu Zichuan spent money to buy them from the town last year, and they had children at home.

Mu Zichuan treated them well. Except for taking a few days off during the New Year to spend the New Year with their children, the couple also tried their best to take care of Mu Zichuan.

After what happened today, the servant woman also complained about Mu Zichuan and was worried about Mu Zichuan.

At this moment, when Yang Ruoqing asked her to bring out all the ingredients, the maid quickly got to work and brought all the ingredients in the kitchen to Yang Ruoqing for her to pick.

"Because guests from the Liu family were here, the master asked my family to go to the town's Wa Market to buy a large number of ingredients. They were all fresh and good. Madam Luo, please take a look," the servant said.

Yang Ruoqing nodded, and after sorting through the pile of ingredients, she selected a few, washed her hands and started making dinner.

The servant woman said: "It's better to let the slaves do these rough jobs. I'll dirty your clothes carefully."

Yang Ruoqing shook her head: "Zichuan is in a bad mood right now. I want to cook him a meal myself to show my concern."

The servant woman looked moved, "That slave will wait on the stove for you."

Yang Ruoqing nodded and her men began to take action.

Mu Zichuan's skin color has always been too fair. This is partly related to his natural skin color. Secondly, it is related to the fact that he has stayed in the house reading for a long time and rarely participated in outdoor sports and sunshine.

The third point is Yang Ruoqing's own guess that Mu Zichuan may be slightly anemic, which is why he looks pale all year round and the corners of his lips are not very rosy.

And when the weather gets slightly colder, he will easily get cold hands and feet and get wind chill.

These are all symptoms of anemia and weakened immunity, so Yang Ruoqing planned to get him some pork liver to eat to replenish iron and blood.

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