Chapter 829: I don't want to get married

"Cough ..." Zhuo Qingyun gave a cough and glanced at Mrs. Zhuo quietly. "Maternal grandmother, I won't be married. If you really like the Chou girl, let your cousin marry them."
Mrs. Zhuo was instantly glared. "Naughty, that's your daughter-in-law. How can you let Xin Er marry them?"
Zhuo Qingyun frowned unpleasantly, what is his daughter-in-law, he never thought about marrying her? No one except Lan Yuyu can do his wife.
Seeing the old lady's tough attitude, Zhuo Qingyun didn't have to use soft tricks, she just stubbed her neck and said, "I just don't want to get married, you're useless to force me."
Old Zhuo's attitude also hardened instantly, she squinted and said, "I don't care, you only have two choices, either the two girls enter the door together, or the Zhou family girl advanced the door, you choose."
Old Zhuo said without waiting for Zhuo Qingyun to resist, she just got up and left.
"Grandma ..."
Zhuo Qingyun quickly got up to chase, but was slammed by the old lady and locked in the room.
"Don't think about it yourself. Do you want to be a pro?"
As soon as Old Zhuo's voice fell, Zhuo Qingyun called out, "I don't want to get married, let me out."
After that, I wasted my tongue for a long time.
Old Zhuo gritted her teeth and turned to stare at Ye Lin. "Show me your master. If he runs away, you don't have to live."
The old lady at the table spoke very loudly, apparently not only to Ye Lin but to Zhuo Qingyun.
"Yes."
Seeing that the old lady was angry, Ye Lin couldn't help it.
Old Mrs. Zhuo was humming with the help of two maids.
As soon as Old Zhuo left, Zhuo Qingyun opened the door.
Seeing that Zhuo Qingyun was about to leave the house, Ye Lin immediately went to the ground in a hurry, "Don't worry about it, the slave can't really let you out."
He also wants to take care of the small owner, but he doesn't want to die so early.
Zhuo Qingyun was angrily kicking Ye Lin, "Go!"
Ye Lin wasn't bothered, he responded with a grin, "Okay, the slaves will go away."
Before Ye Lin left, she still locked the door of the house. To say who had the most power in Zhuofu, it was definitely Mrs. Zhuo. No one dared to disobey the order of the old lady.
Zhuo Qingyun looked at the closed door dismissively. If he wanted to go out, could he lock him with this lock?
However, for the time being, he really couldn't go out. If the marriage contract was not terminated one day, he would not be able to leave Zhuofu one day.
Thinking of Lan Yuyu, Zhuo Qingyun's heart jumped wildly uncontrollably.
Zhuo Qingyun frowned, and he had to terminate the engagement as soon as possible.
Here, Mrs. Zhuo returned to the house, and was too angry.
Why is this dead boy unwilling to get married? Does he not know that she has waited for more than ten years for him to get married? She was so angry.
That girl is so good, that Qinger is so fascinated that she refuses to marry.
The old Mrs. Zhuo was more and more anxious. No, she must not let him mess up the marriage, and the girl of the Zhou family had to come in.
Mrs. Zhuo made two rounds in the room, raised her eyes and looked at the maid on the side, "Go and invite me to the hospital doctor."
"Yes."
The maid responded immediately, turned around and went out to the government doctor.
Xiyuan main house.
"The owner."
Ye Lin knocked on the door while holding the tray, but there was no sound at all.
Ye Lin was anxious for a moment, and the owner would not sneak out again.
Ye Lin thought of a sudden cold sweat, and quickly opened the door.
"Zhuang owner ..." Ye Lin entered the room and saw Zhuo Qingyun lying on the couch, she was relieved and laughed, "Zhuang owner, you are here, I thought you ..."
Zhuo Qingyun glanced at Ye Lin coolly, "What do you think I am?"
"No." Ye Lin immediately shook her head, put the tray on the table, and held up a bowl of ginseng soup. "The owner, the old lady deliberately brought the ginseng soup, you drink it."
Zhuo Qingyun didn't look at the ginseng soup, she turned over and said, "Don't drink, take it."
Ye Lin frowned, wondering, "But the old lady commanded you to drink ginseng soup to find her."
Zhuo Qingyun heard the words "sniffed" from the couch, "Grandma's looking for me."
"Um." Ye Lin nodded and passed the soup bowl. "She asked you to drink ..."
Before Ye Lin finished speaking, Zhuo Qingyun ran straight out.
Ye Lin frowned, and quickly chased out holding the soup bowl, "Zhuang owner, join the soup ..."
Zhuo Qingyun didn't look back, "You drink it yourself."
Ye Lin stared at Zhuo Qingyun's back, her mouth twitched.
The ginseng soup was given to him by the old lady. How dare he drink it?
Zhuo Qingyun ran to the east courtyard in one breath, "Maternal grandmother, are you looking for me?"
Mrs. Zhuo saw Zhuo Qingyun's eyes narrowed slightly, then waved at him lovingly, "Come here and sit next to your grandmother."
Zhuo Qing Yun paused, still walked over and sat down.
Mrs. Zhuo held Zhuo Qingyun's hand, and looked at her eyebrows like her daughter, with red eyes. "Time is passing fast, your mother has passed away for 25 years."
Zhuo Qingyun's eyes flickered lightly, and she suddenly "sucked" in her heart. What was her grandmother playing, and what did she suddenly mention about her mother?
Looking at Zhuo Qingyun's tense expression, Mrs. Zhuo's eyes flashed, and she suddenly said, "Did Qinger really not want to be married?"
Zhuo Qingyun turned back instantly and nodded, "Yes, grandchildren don't want to get married."
Zhuo Qingyun said, glancing nervously at the old lady.
Old Zhuo wasn't upset, she glanced at him, "Do you want to marry that girl?"
Zhuo Qingyun's face was reddish. He wanted to marry, but he would definitely not marry him.
Zhuo Qingyun pursed her lips and said, "My grandson hasn't figured it out yet, he doesn't want to get married for the time being."
Mrs. Zhuo stared at him with a black line. He was twenty-five years old. He hadn't figured it out yet. He had a grandson Hong Liang who was five years older than him.
Mrs. Zhuo took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in her heart. "Since you don't want to be married, I won't force you."
Zhuo Qingyun looked suspiciously at Old Zhuo, what does grandma mean? Did she agree to cancel the wedding, when did she talk so well.
Looking at Zhuo Qingyun's suspicious eyes, the old Zhuo sighed deliberately and sadly, "People are old, I can't care about your young people's affairs, how can I toss with you, I haven't lived for years Now. "
Zhuo Qingyun frowned, and quickly said, "Whereever your grandmother said, you must be 100 years old."
Mrs. Zhuo gave him a dizzy eye, "What's the use of a long life for a hundred years? It's not impossible to hold a great grandson."
"I……"
Zhuo Qingyun's words were so poor that he couldn't let his grandmother embrace his great-grandson. This was indeed the most guilty thing in his heart.
But even if he doesn't like Lan Yuyu, he may not be able to leave the blood of Zhuo's family.