Chapter 650: How to calm?

"Father, what do you mean by this? What are you suspecting?" asked Qing Qing.
Oriental Mudao: "I didn't doubt anything, but it was a sudden incident, and I was more cautious in such a clever way." He said this to the singer, and also said that the Oriental babies listened. Let her not be excited and think more.
Dongfang Yuer understands his father's intentions, plus his disappointment and distrust of the cold, and at this time, if you are cold, you can't believe it.
What's more, Jin Wang came back, and Yan Qinghan found the person so easily, and had to say that it was too coincidental.
Her fiery heart gradually cooled down, but she still had a glimmer of hope. She said: "As I said, let's go back to Dongfang Bieyuan, and send someone to send Xia Yan."
After that, the Oriental nephew turned back to the carriage.
What is the situation?
Is this oriental nephew not thinking about her daughter? How now, he said that his daughter came back, she did not rush back to Houfu as he expected.
Dongfangmu is very satisfied with the performance of her daughter. She proudly swept her eyes and looked cold. "Cool Qingchun, you should know the temper of my oriental Mu, the most hated thing in my life is that someone lie to me, people who dare to lie to me, there must be nothing." Good end."
The swelling of the cheeks became more and more painful, and the hands in the sleeves clenched into fists and kept shaking.
The eastern Muyang went long, followed by three carriages. When the carriage in the middle drove to his side, a gust of wind blew and the curtain of the carriage was blown. He looked at one person, and the pair had almost the same eyes as the oriental nephew. Both eyes are also watching him, the light is cold, like a sharp edge.
His heart chilled, and he couldn't help but squat, and hurriedly took a step back, as if he saw something terrible monster.
"Hou, what happened to you?" Sanfu was busy holding the cold.
Yan Qinghan pointed at the horse lane that had already gone far away: "Have you seen it?"
Sanfu shook his head: "What do you see?"
Yan Qinghan wants to say, but I don't know how to say it. I open my mouth for a long time, and I have a cold wind that I have closed my mouth. I can't say a word.
Inside the carriage, the eastern nephew clung to the hand of Cui Er: "Cui Er, you said, you said that he is really true? Is my child really dead? Is she really back?"
Tsui continued to caress his wife's back and said: "Mrs, you must not be too excited. The white doctor said that you are now the most crucial period of recovery. You must not let the emotions have too much ups and downs. Otherwise, It is greatly unfavorable for you to recover."
The oriental nephew tried to calm down and grasped the hand of Cui Er but never kept it: "I know, I know, but Tsui, I can't do it calmly, but my daughter, I thought about it." For more than a decade, my daughter, I always thought she was dead, but now, he told me that she is not dead, she is back, how do you calm me?"
Tsui is busy: "Mrs., isn't the master saying it? If you say it, you can't be credible. You still don't want too much expectation. Madame, slaves also believe that the lady is not dead, but the slaves don't believe what Qingchun said, ma'am, You should never go to the cold."
The heart of the oriental nephew gradually calmed down, yeah, Tsui said right, she must not be on the cold.