Wang Maoru didn't know how to answer Uncle Dong. He heard Ma Liang say on the way that the butler of Xiu Mansion was replaced by Uncle Dong, but he didn't know Uncle Dong, how to introduce him, I am the male owner of this family? I was a little stunned for a moment. Uncle Dong looked carefully and suddenly shouted in surprise: "Are you a General Shangwu?"

Wang Maoru nodded, smiled and said, "Hello, Bo Dong."

Bo Dong happily opened the door and said, "The master is back, the master is back." Ma Liang blinked and smiled at Bo Dong. Bo Dong then saw clearly that it was Ma Liang behind him and said, "Why didn't you show up early?" Ma Liang said innocently, "How dare I walk in front of Xiushuai." It is obvious that Ma Liang has been here a long time ago, and it has not been once. The two of them have become familiar with each other. Sure enough, Bo Dong said, "When are you going to marry Miss Cai'er?" Ma Liang whispered, "It will take a while. Xiushuai is too busy now, and I am so busy that I can hit the back of the head."

Tang Baoqi was playing the piano in the piano room upstairs. When she heard the car outside, she wondered whether it would be Wang Maoru who would come back, but she was not sure. Wang Maoru had been back in the Northeast for almost a month and was in Shenyang, but he had never come to visit him. Tang Baoqi felt very sad. If Wang Maoru's other wives were not there, Tang Baoqi would take the initiative to carry the child like other women. However, when other wives were there, Tang Baoqi would definitely not go, so she waited for a month.

When Tang Baoqi heard that Wang Maoru had come, he hurriedly dressed up. Cai'er, who was beside him, hurriedly started to work for her. The two of them were busy, and Wang Maoru also entered the house. Bo Dong hurriedly took his cloak and said, "It's snowing all over the place, so drink some hot water."

Wang Maoru waved his hand and said, "No, no, isn't Baoqi at home?"

"Yeah, here, ma'am is at home." Uncle Dong hurriedly said, stretching his neck anxiously to look at the second floor. He thought to himself, Miss, why haven't you come down yet?

Wang Maoru pretended to joke: "If I don't come down again, will I leave?"

"Just go, but you are not short of you at home." Tang Baoqi dressed up a little.

He said this, but didn't think so in his heart. Wang Maoru smiled slightly. Baoqi's dressing today was still aimed at her thoughts. Tang Baoqi knew that Wang Maoru liked the kind of woman who gave a little pink and clear water to produce lotus. He didn't like the smell of perfume. Therefore, Baoqi cleaned up easily. She had a single bun on her head. A phoenix green bamboo pearl jade hairpin was inserted on her hair bun, and a string of white pearls on her neck reflected her slender neck. Her fair and flawless skin showed a faint red pink, which was so beautiful. She wore a water-blue women's suit on the upper body and a white lady's pants on her lower body, which looked like a woman's dress. Her bright eyes were shining at this time, but her little mouth was pouting, expressing coquettishness and desire.

Wang Maoru got up and walked back, waved his hand. The servants around him quickly avoided it. Needless to say, Ma Liang and Cai'er went there again.

"Baoqi, I've lost a lot of weight." Wang Maoru's words moved Tang Baoqi. A woman's thoughts were elusive. Sometimes she couldn't buy her laughter for ten thousand yuan, and sometimes a word moved her to tears and her heart was full of heart.

Baoqi touched the white hair in his ear and said pity: "Why is your hair white? Xiusheng?"

Wang Maoru took her hand and went to the sofa, and said with a wry smile: "Long Qing was killed, Shuhai (Xiong Bingtao's name is Shuhai) was killed, and he went to Russia to interfere in 50,000 casualties. Alas, war is not easy to fight, and sometimes he loses all the game if he is careless. Others can lose, but I can't. Because I bet too big, if I lose, I will lose everything."

Baoqi said with heartache: "There are all wrinkles." She counted carefully and sighed: "Are I old too?"

"You are not old, you are the eternal seventeen-year-old girl." Wang Maoru said with a smile.

Baoqi was happy that her man was treating her, but she said, "Just lie to me, I've been lying to me."

Wang Maoru laughed and suddenly thought of something. He took out a gift box from his bag, and after opening it, it was an easter egg. Baoqi said strangely: "What is this?"

"Tsar Easter Egg." Wang Maoru smiled.

Baoqi stared at her black eyes and asked, "What is the Tsar Easter egg?"

Wang Maoru said: "The Tsarist Easter Egg is the most cherished jewelry in Russia. It is an artwork taken out when the Russian Orthodox Church sacrifices God. It represents the various personalities of the Russian nation. It can be said that it represents Russia."

Baoqi asked a very naive question: "Can it be eaten?"

Wang Maoru: “…”

Baoqi giggled happily as he looked stupid and looked at him. Wang Maoru put down the easter egg and said, "So you lied to me, see how I deal with you." Then he went to scratch her itch. Baoqi begs for mercy and said, "I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I naturally know the Tsarist Russian Easter egg. This thing is Russia's national treasure. How did you do it?"

Wang Maoru smiled and said, "It was replaced by Russian prisoners."

"What Russian prisoners are so important?" Baoqi asked like a curious baby.

"It's probably very important." Wang Maoru did not say that the captive was Zinoviev, but even though he said that Tang Baoqi did not know this person. Maybe she has a high appreciation for art, but she may not know who the Soviet leader is.

Tang Baoqi took the easter egg and looked carefully for a while, and smiled and said, "How about putting this in the living room?"

"You can put your eggs anyway." Wang Maoru said with a bad attitude.

"Oh..." Suddenly thinking of something in Wang Maoru's words, Baoqi was so angry that she beat him up and said, "Bad guy, bad guy, you are a big bad guy." Wang Maoru smiled and hugged her in his arms. Baoqi asked, "Does this easter egg have a name?"

"Yes, it seems to be called the Red Cross Easter Egg. I don't know what it means," said Wang Maoru.

After putting up the easter egg, Baoqi started humming happily. The song she sang was actually "Green Flowers in the Army", which surprised Wang Maoru. He laughed and said, "This song is good. Not only can the army sing, but many people can sing it. Xiusheng, this song is written and composed by you. Can you still make songs now?"

Wang Maoru said in surprise: "Don't you like Peking Opera?"

Baoqi asked back, "When did I say I like Peking Opera?"

Wang Maoru said in his heart that I thought everyone in the Republic of China liked Peking Opera, but unfortunately my appreciation level was indeed not at that level and I couldn’t appreciate Peking Opera. He smiled and said, “Okay, I’ll sing a song for you. This song is called “Waves”.”

"Okay, okay." Baoqi, who is already a mother of two children, was so happy that she was like a child at this time. She held her chin with her hands, raised her head and opened her big watery eyes, clear and bright like stars.

Wang Maoru said: "You can't even sing it if you look at me like this."

"Why?"

"Because it reminds me of having a baby."

Baoqi's face suddenly became blushed, and he was so angry that he beat him up again. Wang Maoru hurriedly said, "Okay, OK, I beg for mercy, I sing, I sing." Baoqi snorted and hummed, and Wang Maoru sang: "Lalala, Lalalala...I want you to accompany me and watch the turtle swim in the water..."

After singing the song, Baoqi giggled and said, "Which song is so interesting?"

"Mine." Wang Maoru shamelessly plagiarized.

Unexpectedly, Baoqi said: "It must not be yours. You can't write such interesting lyrics. It should be a song written by a 20-year-old man to his seventeen-year-old lover, right?"

Wang Maoru said in surprise: "Probably maybe it's about the same."

"What?" Baoqi said coquettishly.

Wang Maoru suddenly thought of the New Year's question and asked: "Baoqi, let me go to Changchun for the New Year this year. It's great that the whole family is reunited."

Unexpectedly, Baoqi shook her head and said, "I will go to Qiqihar to spend the New Year with my father during the New Year. You know, my fifth sister disappeared at the beginning of last year. People say that she lost her son in her old age and lost her son in her old age. I want to accompany my father. Zong Ze and Caini also went with me to accompany my grandfather."

He lifted his father-in-law Tang Shaoyi, the great god, and Wang Maoru had nothing to say. He knew in his heart that Baoqi was accompanying Tang Shaoyi for one reason, and the other reason was that she did not want to be with Wang Maoru's other wife. In Baoqi's heart, she regretted her willfulness, democracy, and imperialism. She delayed her time with him for the sake of so-called things. If she was not so willful at the beginning, he would belong to her alone, and there would be no eldest wife, second wife, and third wife. Cai'er said that Wu Qiuyue, the female bandit who had been waiting for him, was also taken into the room by him and was called the Sixth Lady. Sixth Lady? Then she is the Fifth Lady? Tang Baoqi couldn't stand this title. She thought she was the only one and she was the woman she loved the most. If she went with them during the Chinese New Year, wouldn't she admit that she was the Fifth Lady? She wouldn't admit defeat, nor would she go there to listen to their words in public or secretly.

Wang Maoru patted her hand, and Baoqi suddenly said, "Xiusheng, let's go to the movie?"

"Movie?"

"Well." Baoqi said with a longing, "A movie was released recently, and it was still very interesting. The ticket price was a little more expensive, and it cost 50 cents to watch a show." She thought about it carefully and said, "It seems that it is the director of the great director Jin Xiushan - Jin Xiushan has become the great director. I remember that he seems to be your subordinate adjutant?"

"He has stopped doing it for a long time," said Wang Maoru. "Xiao Jin likes to make movies and act. It's great. He has found his life goal. What kind of movie is it? Do you like it so much?"

"The movie about love is called "Heaven and Earth", written by the famous screenwriter Shierlang."

"Twelve Lang? Who is Twelve Lang?"
Chapter completed!