Chapter 1157 Auntie

This feeling of guarding my son and accompanying my husband is really much better than the intrigues of a big family.

While the little guys were slurping and eating noodles, suddenly, a large wave of people walked in outside the half-open door.

There were men and women, noisy.

Huan Qingyan stood up and said, "Sorry, it's closed today. Please be early tomorrow."

The first person to come in was a woman, wearing a flamboyant cheongsam, with a good figure, ********, heavy makeup, her hair was coated with some kind of oil, it was shiny, and there was a strong scent of osmanthus that stung the ears and nose. .

People dressed like this are still a minority in Wuming Town.

Most of the people in Wuming Town wear their own imitation cloth, and only a few wear silk and satin, let alone something so fancy.

As soon as this woman came in, she said arrogantly, "Who is the boss here?"

Behind this gorgeous woman, there were several burly men who looked like servants, all of them menacing and malicious.

Huan Qingyan still had her signature faint smile, "Who are you? What's the matter?"

There is not a single spiritual master in this nameless town. They are all ordinary people. No matter how powerful they are, they are still ordinary people. Huan Qingyan has not yet taken him seriously.

These people look fierce, but they probably can't even deal with Xiaobao.

"Old lady, she is the concubine of Wang Yuan's wife. My wife's name is Yinxiu'er..." Fat Chicken was the first to stand up and reported to Huan Qingyan.

The woman in the gorgeous cheongsam glared at the fat chicken, as if she was warning you, kid, not to talk nonsense, as it would make you feel better.

Then his eyes swept through the children eating noodles, and the target was locked on Xiaobao.

The other children were all wearing old cloth clothes and had rough skin. Only Xiaobao was well-dressed and had fine skin and tender flesh, making Yuxue cute.

Of course, this is already the simplest piece of clothing Huan Qingyan has found for Xiaobao.

"It's you, kid. Did you scare our Niuniu into unconsciousness yesterday? Really?" She stepped forward and wanted to grab Xiaobao.

How could a mortal woman like her, Xiaobao, be able to catch Xiaobao?

I saw Xiaobao disembodied and flashed behind Huan Qingyan, revealing a small head and looking at the woman named Yinxiu'er warily.

Huan Qingyan's smile faded. She had something to say. Why did she catch her son?

"Sister, please introduce yourself. If you have anything to do, you don't have to be so babbling. Let's sit down and talk."

The cheongsam woman glanced at Huan Qingyan arrogantly.

Huan Qingyan's face was changed, and she looked almost like an ordinary woman. There was no grease or powder on her face, so she looked very ordinary.

With a condescending expression, he said, "I am from Wang Yuan's wife's family. You can call me Mrs. Silver Sleeves. Are you the proprietress of the snack bar? Do you know that your son scared our young lady to faint by the river yesterday?"

"I know a little bit, but I'm very sorry. My husband took Xiaobao over to apologize to your house yesterday. Is it okay, little girl Niuniu?"

Yesterday, Jimoya lost one hundred taels of silver. One hundred taels of silver was considered a very large amount in this small town.

He also apologized, and the Wang family accepted it. Later, Jimo Ya used his spiritual sense to explore again, and found that the little girl had woken up safely, and Huan Qingyan no longer thought about it.

Unexpectedly, people from the Wang family came to the door.