My Wife Is a Transmigrated Master Cultivator

Han's side, not long after getting on the bus, old lady Han received a phone call.

When old lady Han called out the name "Tongtong", Han Jianmin and Yao Shuyi both changed their faces slightly, but they didn't say anything.

"You have a heart, but I'm out now. I'm not at home. I'd better talk about it in a few days."

"Yes, Jianmin found another master. The master said he would go to our ancestral house. We'll take her now."

"Yes, he is a young master."

"Well, well, don't worry. I will take good care of my health. You too. Don't be tired."

More than ten minutes later, Mrs. Han hung up the phone and stared at Yao Shuyi habitually.

Yao Shuyi was used to it and didn't respond.

On the contrary, Han Jianmin couldn't help but say, "Mom, didn't you tell you not to get too close to Li Tongtong? People are already married and have children. It's not good for anyone if you do so. "

Li Tongtong in Han Jianmin's mouth was the daughter-in-law candidate in old lady Han's mind.

After Han Jianmin got married, old lady Han broke off contact with Li Tongtong for several years. However, later, Li Tongtong took the initiative to contact old lady Han, and the two talents contacted one after another. The relationship was as good as two mothers and daughters.

"What's the matter with me? I just want to get in touch with others and drink tea. They are Tongtong and kind-hearted. They want to come home and care about me. What's the matter with my old woman?

Now, even if others care about me, do you have to get your consent? "

Mrs. Han, who was in a good mood the moment before, immediately pulled down her face after hearing her son's words.

Then he pointed the spear at Yao Shuyi, "now that you have a wife, you can only care about your wife.

When my old woman can't talk about anything and can't walk, she will live a natural and unrestrained life with her wife, no matter whether I live or die, right? "

"Mom, what did you say? Don't you know how Shuyi and I respect you over the years?

When you were seriously ill and couldn't move in bed after surgery, Shuyi took care of you personally. Can't you feel Shuyi's good? "

Han Jianmin, sitting opposite old Mrs. Han, clenched his left fist, as if trying to bear something.

"Jianmin.".

Yao Shuyi, sitting next to her husband, noticed her husband's mood. She couldn't help reaching out and holding his clenched hand, and shook her head slightly.

Then she smiled to show that she didn't mind.

Hearing her son mention this, old Mrs. Han has nothing on the surface, but she is somewhat guilty in her heart.

"If you don't say it, don't say it. I'm too lazy to say you." After saying this, Mrs. Han shut up and stopped talking.

Lu Zijia, who seems to be concentrating on the scenery outside the car, has a slight twinkle in her eyes at the moment. No one knows what she is thinking.

A short haired, middle-aged woman in her thirties hung up her communication with old lady Han and immediately made another call.

"Hello, master, it's Li Tongtong. It seems that someone found out what I asked you to do before."

"Yes, listen to the old woman. She is a relatively young master. She doesn't know what she can do."

"I don't know exactly, but the old woman said that the master was going to see their ancestral home."