Zhuang Huaisen lowered his eyes, his old and cloudy eyes just stared at the tofu soup in her bowl, Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't help it, handed the bowl to Yu Sui, threw herself on Zhuang Huaisen, and hugged him forcefully: "Father, you Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, I will protect you."

Even if you really lose your memory, it doesn't matter if you don't, as long as she lives for a day, she won't allow people in this house to abuse her father.

Yu Sui persuaded in a low voice: "Miss, don't cry, this tofu soup will be cold if you don't eat it."

Only then did Zhuang Xiaoyu wipe away her tears, and continued to feed Zhuang Huaisen the tofu soup: "Father, when I find my eldest brother, I will place him in Zhuangzi properly. Don't worry, with me here, my brother will definitely be found by me." .”

After Zhuang Huaisen finished eating a bowl of tofu soup, Zhuang Xiaoyu wiped the corners of his lips with a handkerchief, tucked in the corners of the quilt, and left the bedroom with the jade pieces.

Zhuang Huaisen stared fixedly at Zhuang Xiaoyu's back for a long time, before turning his gaze away, old tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

Thousands of words can't be uttered, the second child is dead, and the eldest brother is also in danger. If he is not a little confused, the ending will not be much better than that of the two sons, and maybe Xiao Yu will be involved.

It's not that he doesn't dare to confide in Xiaoyu, it's that he can't tell his daughter these facts.

What else can I do besides adding sadness to Xiao Yutu, Xiao Yu is just a daughter who has been pampered and raised by him.

How she lives depends entirely on Qin Wuyan's conscience, but how can a man's conscience be relied on? What if a man's conscience is eaten by a dog?

Now that Qin Wuyan has become a veritable high priest, with power and status, he knows exactly what those aristocratic families will do.

Back then, when he took the position of the high priest, he would not refuse any women who came to his door, so he was so angry that his first wife died.

What a crime, now such a thing happened to my daughter again.

Zhuang Huaisen regretted that...

However, it was too late.

Zhuang Xiaoyu wanted to go out, and soon alarmed Qin Wuyan in the conference hall, Qin Wuyan chased him out and asked, "It's snowing today, the temperature is too low, it's not suitable to go out, where are you going?"

"Naturally, go to the market."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

Zhuang Xiaoyu ignored Qin Wuyan, supported Yu Sui and went straight into the carriage: "Let's go."

Wenzhu held the whip and looked at Qin Wuyan, not daring to move.

Zhuang Xiaoyu raised the curtain of the car and looked at Qin Wuyan with a calm face and a firm tone: "This is the priest's mansion, and I am also the eldest lady of the priest's mansion, but now I can't even order a groom?"

When Wenzhu heard this, she became more and more nervous, not knowing what to do.

Zhuang Xiaoyu's tone became more and more indifferent: "It seems that this is no longer the priest's mansion in the past. Our Zhuang family still has some land, so it's better to move to Zhuangzi, so that you don't have to drive your own car when you go out."

After finishing speaking, Zhuang Xiaoyu was about to jump off the carriage: "Yusui, let's ride."

Yu Sui listened to her own lady's order, lifted her skirt and was about to jump off the carriage.

Wenzhu was quite frightened, and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Grandma, I'll leave right away, I'll leave right away, don't jump."

Having said that, he still didn't move.

Qin Wuyan stretched his long legs, stepped down the steps, walked towards the carriage step by step, and finally stood in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu.

The curtain was hung on the hooks on the wall of the car. The wind was strong and the chill was piercing. The tip of her nose had turned red from the cold, her delicate and smooth face was becoming paler, and her lips were a little dark blue.