MTL - Finest Servant-Chapter 13 The idea of ​​making a big lady (2)

Just as he came to his house behind Lao Dong, and like Lin Wanrong's residence, Lao Dong's house was a humble thatched hut. There was a seventeen-eight-year-old girl in the room, sitting at the window carefully darning. Another fifteen-six-year-old man, dressed in short outfits, turned his eyes slowly and curiously looked at Lin Wanrong.

"Coincidentally, pour tea soon, we have VIPs." Old Dong shouted as soon as he entered the room.

The girl sitting at the window raised her head, crooked eyebrows, Liuyue-like eyes, delicate nose, and rosy little mouth. It would indeed be a beautiful girl who picked a thousand miles. If you put it in Peking University, At least it's a flower level.

I can't see the old man's insignificance, but he has such a good girl, this is really a good bamboo shoot.

Qi Lin Wanrong said to the old Dong with a smile: "Uncle Dong, you are really blessed."

Lao Dong Dong Yi raised his head and smiled, "Girl, this is Lin Gongzi, you've met soon."

Maybe it was because the young man who had never been here had never been there. The girl named Dong Qiaoqiao was still a little bit open, her face flushed, and she walked in front of Lin Wanrong and gave a blessing: "I have seen Prince Lin."

Qi Lin Wanrong smiled and pointed to the exposed toes and said, "Miss Dong smiled. As for me, how shameful can I be?"

Dong Qiaoqiao saw Lin Wanrong's toes protruding from his feet and listened to what he said was funny. He couldn't help covering his lips and smiled, but his face was even redder.

Dong Rende pointed at the 15-year-old boy and said, "Aoyama, come and see Mr. Lin."

Dong Qingshan looked at Lin Wanrong with curiosity, walked to him and saluted, "I've seen Prince Lin."

Yuan Linrong smiled and pulled over Dong Qingshan and said, "Uncle Dong, is this your son?"

Dong Rende smiled and said, "Exactly. This boy is idle all day long, causing trouble, and telling the boy to laugh."

Yuan Lin later saw that Dong Qingshan was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his eyes were flexible and his expression was sturdy. He did not look faint when he saw a stranger. He also had a few bruises on his body that seemed to be caused by a fight with someone. But the boy looked natural and didn't seem to care about it.

Qi Lin Wanrong had a good opinion of the young man and laughed: "Brother Dong, have you studied?"

Dong Qingshan shook his head and said, "After two years of private education, I was taken out by my husband."

Dong Rende angered, "Who made you fight with Zhang Gongzi?"

Dong Qingshan replied: "Then he bullies others, I can't see it, of course, I have to take care of it. If he dares to do so next time, I can't make a mistake."

Seeing Dong Rende's beard upset, Dong Qiaoqiao hurriedly advised: "Dad, it's all in the past, so don't scold your brother."

Dong Rende seemed to listen to his daughter very much, glared at Dong Qingshan, and stopped talking.

Qi Lin Wanrong was a little funny, saying to Dong Qingshan: "Aoyama, fight with me in the future, I will give you a way to prevent others from bullying you."

真的 "Really?" It was the first time that Dong Qingshan had spoken to himself like this, and he was also a very knowledgeable boy. The joy in his heart was beyond words.

仁 Dong Rende and Dong Qiaoqiao looked at Lin Wanrong together. Dong Rende naturally did not know what Lin Wanrong meant. Dong Qiaoqiao also had some blame in her eyes, but with her shameful face, it had another taste.

Qi Lin Wanrong smiled and said to Dong's father and daughter: "You are defending Qingshan like this and preventing him from fighting in the street, I am afraid it has no effect. I guess right?"

Dong Qiaoqiao watched a few bruises on his brother's body, a little distress flashed in his eyes, looked at Lin Wanrong, and nodded gently.

Lin Wanrong continued: "It is better to stop up than to let Qingshan fight like this and get back in trouble. Instead, tell Qingshan what should be done and what should not be done, and what can be done to minimize their losses. Protect your loved ones from harm. "

Dong Qingshan said with a smile, "Yes, yes, I just hope so, Brother Lin, teach me."

董 This Dong Qingshan is a clever person. In the blink of an eye, he is no longer called Lin Gongzi, but directly called Brother Lin.

仁 Dong Rende couldn't understand the meaning in his words, but Dong Qiaoqiao showed a thoughtful look, which seemed to understand a little.

Qi Lin Wanrong nodded to Dong Rende: "Uncle Dong, rest assured, there will only be fewer and fewer fights in Qingshan in the future."

Dong Dong Qiaoqiao glanced at Lin Wanrong and said, "The less the fight will be, the less it will be. I'm afraid the scale will be bigger and bigger."

"Ms. Qiaoqiao is really smart and clever." Lin Wanrong said with a smile, but there was a hint of surprise on his face. Dong Qiaoqiao, a little girl, was not generally clever, and she could guess even her own ideas.

Dong Qiaoqiao brushed a touch of red on his face, and hurriedly whispered, "Lin Gongzi has won the prize. I only hope that Lin Gongzi can teach Qingshan well, so he can't tell him to learn again."

Hahaha, this chick is really interesting. He obviously warned Lin Wanrong not to bring Dong Qingshan to ruin, but he also said so euphemistically that Lin Wanrong could not help but bear it.

"Sure, sure." Lin Wanrong showed a knowing look and blinked at Dong Qiaoqiao.

Dong Qiaoqiao's face turned red and she knew that the voice of her voice was completely captured by Lin Wanrong, and she only felt that she was a little clever, and felt a little helpless in front of Lin Wanrong.

Lin Wanrong didn't come to make fun of the chick, so he stopped talking to her, and asked the old Dong to take a piece of paper and cut it into four paragraphs: "Uncle Dong, you find a beautiful writing, and you know Xiao The situation of the young lady is organized and written in detail. There is no detail, the more detailed the better, it is best to divide it into different sections. For example, what Miss Xiao Da likes to eat, it can be listed into a separate section, and the topic can be It's called Miss Xiao Da and food. What kind of clothes Miss Xiao Da likes, you can list a plate called Miss Xiao's aesthetics, and so on. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com varies. If these four pieces of paper are written No, you can cut it again according to this size, continue to increase it, and then find a handy person to bind it into a book. "

仁 Dong Rende puzzled: "Lin Gongzi, why is this? The handwriting is beautiful, and the handy person does not need to find an outsider, and the little girl is sufficient."

Oh? Lin Wanrong gave Dong Qiaoqiao a strange look, but did not expect this girl to have this hand.

Dong Qiaoqiao blushed. Although she didn't know what Lin Wanrong and her father were going to do, they did not object.

"I'm working on Miss Xiao's idea." Lin Wanrong laughed, but the words were shocking.

Dong Qiaoqiao blushed, and said in his heart, how could he be so frivolous that he could easily export it.

Dong Qingshan is a rectum: "Brother Lin, you want to make Miss Xiao? Great, let her come back and let me see what she looks like."

Lao Dong has seen the means of Lin Wanrong, and knows that he has other plans, but the boy with the last name Lin is half-truth, maybe he is really hitting the idea of ​​the other lady.

Zhe Lin smiled cheerfully at night: "Qingshan, where did you think you went. I haven't even seen this girl, how could I go to her? You also look down upon your brother Lin and me too."

The old man Wei overcast him and asked him to be a housekeeper in Xiao's house. He didn't have a good opinion of Xiao's house. Before he went in to serve the young ladies, he had a chance to make a small fortune on Miss Xiao. Comfort your injured heart.

Dong Qiaoqiao smiled and glanced at him, this Lin Gongzi was a little different from those talented brothers, as if his face was much thicker.

I heard that Dong Qiaoqiao knows hyphenation and hyphenation, so that's all right, and oneself is better at things. Lin Wanrong instructed Dong Rende to leave some blanks on each page of paper, with different sizes, so there is no need to scribe.