The early summer sun is quite hot.

Nan Yan followed Cheng Yerou to the front yard and saw her brother Nan Jing sitting on a small stool under the eaves from a distance, tied a small floral rice bag between her neck, and her hair bun and nails were cleaned.

Dad was holding a small bowl and was feeding him seriously.

"Our Jing'er's favorite egg custard bibimbap," Nan Guang smiled and scooped up a spoonful of rice, "Be good at Jing'er, open your mouth, ah..."

"ah……"

Nan Jing opened his mouth obediently, like a child.

When he walked up to him, Nan Yan called out: "Dad."

Nan Guang turned his back to her, and his hands trembled slightly as he fed.

The egg custard stuck to the corner of Nan Jing's mouth, Nan Guang lowered his eyes and wiped it carefully with a handkerchief for him.

His eyes were red quietly.

He handed the small wooden bowl to the maid and turned to look at Nan Yan.

His eldest daughter, who is both talented and beautiful, has been smart since she was a child and has been known as a "talented woman" in Jinguan City.

He thought she could marry very well, and she married into a wealthy family with three media and six recruits...

When she returned today, she was wearing a bride's hair bun and a light pink smoky silk dress.

Because she is not a real family, she can't even wear red...

In the past six months, Nan Guang has been chasing Nan Yan at night privately, and has received thousands of complaints. He thought that he would beat her up one day when she came back.

However, looking at his daughter's watery almond eyes, he couldn't say anything.

"It's good to come back..." He patted Nan Yan's arm, "It's good to come back..."

Nan Yan looked at him.

This romantic and confused father seemed to have grown ten years old in an instant.

A faint guilt surged in her heart. She took the brocade box from the maid and smiled and said, "For the past six months, my daughter has been staying in the Cheng family. It is not good for me to be unable to be filial to my father. I am tight. I have this ginseng that Brother Cheng took from the warehouse. It is just a gift for you."

Cheng Deyu was thinking about Nan Baoyi in his heart, so he secretly went to the backyard by using the excuse to reunite their father and daughter.

The father and daughter stepped into the study, and Nan Guang asked nervously: "Yan'er, how can Cheng Deyu treat you? You haven't had the opportunity to go to school yet, have you ever..."

"Brother Cheng is not short of girls around him. He knows that his daughter has not had enough hairpins, so he has never treated her." Nan Yan was gentle, "Although I'm wearing a woman's hair bun, don't worry, Dad, I'm still an innocent girl."

Nan Guang nodded comfortably.

He has been lingering in the flowers for years, but has never touched the girl who has not yet been exposed to the hairpin.

Because they are too young and accepting personnel too early is not good for their health.

Maybe it was rewarded, but now his daughter is still clean, which makes him really happy.

"Dad," Nan Yan showed sincerity, "I know that I was a concubine of the Cheng family, which made the family embarrassed. But I have had enough of the pain of being a commoner in the market. I want to make a name for myself, and I want to have a bright future... Can you forgive me?"

"What are you forgiven for your own child?" Nan Guang poured a cup of almond tea and gently placed it with her. "Your brother has become like that, and Daddy has only you two daughters."

"Dad, in fact, my daughter came back this time not only to visit her grandmother and you, but also because she was very tight..." Nan Yan wanted to say something, "You also know what kind of family is the Cheng family. You have to pay for your husbands, be filial to your parents-in-law, and spend money on buying skirts, hairpins and jewelry during festivals. So, my daughter wonders, can she ask for a dowry?"

Nan Guang was stunned.

Rourou looked at him very tightly, and he really didn't have much money in his pocket.

He was embarrassed, "This, I have to ask Rourou. She is your legitimate mother at least, and she must give you a dowry..."

After lunch, Nan Yan was playing with Nan Jing under the eaves, Nan Guang secretly pulled Cheng Yerou to his bedroom.

He pleased, "Rou Rou..."

Cheng Yerou sat down and picked up the teacup at will.

She blew the tea mist, "Is it because she smiled like this to ask for a dowry for your daughter?"

Nan Guang was surprised: "Rou Rou is so smart! So, did you agree?!"

"I plan to give Nan Yan a dowry of 5,000 taels of gold ingots, 100,000 taels of silver, plus three shops on Furong Street, a five-entry house in Qingqiao Hutong, and two hundred hectares of land in Jinguan City."

"Really?!"

Nan Guang rubbed his hands in surprise.

"Fake!"

Cheng Yerou put the teacup heavily on the flower table.

Nan Guang was so scared that he shook three times.

Cheng Yerou sneered: "I don't do it, but I want to elope late at night and be a concubine... Such a shameless girl would be good to allow her to return to her parents' home, and she still wants a dowry?! The dowry I mentioned were originally prepared for her when my ancestors gave her to Boss Dong of Mipu, which was enough for her to eat and drink for the rest of her life! I don't have shame, so no wonder others despise her!"

She didn't lower her voice.

Under the eaves.

Nan Yan teased Nan Jing with a rattle, and there was no smile on her beautiful face.

In the room, Nan Guang accompanied her to take care of her and tentatively said, "Since my mother refused to give Yan'er the dowry, Rourou, why don't you take out your dowry to her? Anyway, Jiaojiao has the dowry left by her mother, and she doesn't lack the one you have-"

"Nan Guang!"

Cheng Yerou suddenly raised her voice.

Nan Guang was too scared and sat down on the ring chair.

He swallowed, "Soft and soft..."

"I only say it once, remember it. If I have a daughter with you, then my dowry will be divided into two parts, Jiaojiao, and our daughter. If I have a son, then all my dowry will be left to Jiaojiao. As for Nan Yan, don't think about it!"

"Cheng Yerou, I am the head of the family!"

"Are you?"

Cheng Yerou's eyes were cold and quiet.

Nan Guang hesitated.

Is he?

He seems to be not.

Under the eaves.

Nan Yan's expression gradually became cold and distorted.

She also hoped to get a dowry this time, but she didn't expect the Nan family to be so stingy.

"Bobo, small drum!"

Nan Jing clapped his palms and wanted to grab the red painted rattle.

"Does your brother want it?" Nan Yan shook the rattle, with an unpredictable smile.

Nan Jing was happy: "I want to!"

Nan Yan showed viciousness in her eyes, and she deliberately threw the rattle far away like she vented.

She stroked the skirt and said, "Go and pick it up by yourself."

After saying that, he turned his head and left the front yard.

Nan Jing clapped his hands and rushed over happily to pick up the rattle.

He ran too fast, and there was no maid beside him watching him. He accidentally stepped on the stone and fell to the ground screaming.

My head hit the white stone bricks heavily, and red blood slowly flowed out.

The old lady came out of the wing room with a basin. Seeing him like this, she was shocked, "Master, something happened to her son!"

After leaving the front yard, Nan Yan went straight to the back yard.

When she thought that Cheng Deyu might have gone to find Nan Baoyi, her face was full of coldness.

She may not like Cheng Deyu, but she cannot tolerate Cheng Deyu's like Nan Baoyi!

When I passed through a rockery, a low smile suddenly came from above.

Nan Yan looked up and looked up.

The young man in black clothes and golden crown sat leisurely on the rockery.
Chapter completed!