Since William Black coming into the Kinson home, an oppressive air of the unknown has wafted through the hall.

Jessie Kinson feels particularly uncomfortable. Faced with his plain words, she doesn't want to stay with him, as if her bones are trembling uneasily, "Rose, let's help your grandmother rest first."

Rose felt incredibly uncomfortable and wanted to make a sound, but she heard the voice of William Black, rising softly, "What I said isn't too difficult for you to understand, is it?"

What he needs is confirmation that no one should embarrass his wife because of his decision.

Beverly Kinson said sternly, "William Black, rest assured that there will be no such farce in the future."

William Black looked at him with a gentle look, " Thank you, father-in-law."

Beverly Kinson nodded.

After that, William Black went to the side of Mary Kinson, where there was still a little cold air, and there was a little more warmth on his forehead that didn't belong to him, "The company still has something to do, the marriage certificate, you put it away, huh?"

Only Mary Kinson could tell that the tone of his last word rose, and he wanted to say to her.

She and he are already man and wife, and no one can get a divorce.

Mary Kinson rolled her eyes and nodded softly, "OK, husband."

The phrase "husband" was intentionally said to Rose Kinson. Of course, she saw that Rose Kinson s whole face was as pale as paper, and she couldn't stretch herself a few times and almost tore the gentle mask from his face.

William Black heard the speech, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down for a moment. His eyes were a little deep, and his breathing was slightly heavy, "The company has something to do. Go to bed early, don't wait up for me."

Mary Kinson nodded.

After that, William Blacknodded gently to his grandmother and father-in-law, but he didn't see Jessie Kinsoncloud and Rose Kinson.

He's like a fierce wind that comes and goes, sweeping through the innate cold that frightens people, turning and striding away.

Jessie Kinson and Rose Kinson held the old lady upstairs.

Beverly Kinson saw that all had gone and then came to the side of Mary Kinson: "Mary."

Mary Kinson's eyes gradually softened, and she was a little more apologetic: "Dad, I didn't call you first when I got the certificate with William Black..."

Before the words were finished, Beverly Kinson waved her hand and said kindly, "William Black came back at this time. Can't I understand that?"

Mary Kinson: "..."

You really don't understand, you don't know, and I don't know how to get the certificate!!

Beverly Kinson pursed her lips and smiled, "Nothing, Dad doesn't care. I just hope he treats you well."

Let Mary marry William Black. In fact, it's good or bad for her. He can't let go because William Black's mind is too difficult to think about it.

"Thanks, Dad."

Beverly Kinson nodded, "Go back to your room and rest."

The next day.

Mary Kinson leaned against the balcony, thinking about feeding Blume again and inadvertently saw Rose Kinson and Jessie Kinson sitting in the backyard.

She pursed her lips softly and walked down the stairs to them, unfolded her chair, and sat down, angling her legs comfortably, "Auntie, sister, good morning."

Jessie frowned. Were she and Rosie discussing things?

Because of Mary Kinson's status as Mrs. Black, she'd to be perfunctory, "You woke up early."

Rose Kinson set down the coffee in her hand, "What do you want to drink?"

Mary Kinson gently lifted her lips, like a girl moving her heart for the first time and getting a unique pet. The angles of her eyebrows looked charming. "I don't drink. I just look at my plants so I don't suffer any more losses."

Jessie Kinson looked at her, and her words were somewhat contemptuous, "Isn't it just a few plants? You'll have to come and see them for yourself. Are there any people left in our family? Will it be rare?"

"Don't say it, aunt." Mary Kinson turned her head, and the charming vixen narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Some people are rare indeed, and they'll beg me to sell it to her."

Jessie Kinson raised her eyebrows questioningly, then looked Rose Kinson at her: "Rose, you tell me, is she talking nonsense..."

The words weren't finished yet. She couldn't help but utter a worried sentence, "What's the matter? Your face has gone all bad."

Rose Kinson picked up the cell phone on the table and lifted her face smiling softly, "I'm fine, it's very windy right now, let's go back inside to the room and talk."

Jessie Kinson followed her and stood up, "Alright."

Finally, Rose Kinson: "Don't sit too long. You'll catch a cold."

Mary Kinson ignored her and leaned lazily against the back of the chair.

Mary Kinson looked down at the table until two people far back and wanted to pour herself a cup of tea to wet her throat.

But a glance at the tray on the white tea table revealed it had to be Rose Kinson's.

Ding.

An email.

The flat-screen lit up, displaying the email only in the bottom right corner. The sender's name is just a single M-word, and the title is "Sister Mary, I'm coming to your town to attend music night."

The following content can only be seen if you go inside.

But Mary Kinson doesn't care about Rose Kinson.

She ignores the contents of the screen, reaches for her cup, and then her tablet, "Ding."

Another email is a hand-painted little printout picture because the picture isn't big, so it loads right up.

It's pretty interesting to draw, with crooked strokes and traces that make a starry-eyed, can't-wait-to-see-it.

She blinked slightly and took a somewhat strained breath.

Mary Kinson remembered that M, a music wizard in her previous life, had died in a car accident on the way to a music night, only sixteen years old.

That had become very unfortunate.

She couldn't help but wonder, M, is this the teenager from a past life?

But he and Rose Kinsonseem know each other and have a good relationship.

Mary Kinson was lost in thought, and her eyes were mysterious at this time.

Second floor, room.

Rose Kinson sat up straight, looked at the tidy desk, and stood up.

Jessie Kinson looked at her from the side, "What's the matter? What's wrong?"

"No, my tablet fell on the balcony. I'll get it." Rose Kinson's smiled, then stood up and walked out at a slightly faster pace.

When she arrived on the balcony, it was empty, and she looked down at the white tea table where the flat plate lay quietly.

Rose Kinson breathed a sigh of relief, walked a few minutes slower, picked up the plate, and held it in her arms.

When she returned to the room, her face was filled with a smile.

"How do you hold the tablet with silly music?" joked Jessie Kinson with a smile, "Is there a favorite boy hidden in there?"

"Auntie!" Rose Kinson sat down with a flat plate.

As the slender fingers came to the screen and saw the unread mail displayed, the smile around the corners of her mouth deepened, "I'm a pen pal, we've known each other for more than two years, and I'm young but talented."

Jessie Kinson approached curiously and looked at the tablet, "What he sent you, let me see."

Rose Kinson picked up the tray, sipped his lips, and smiled, "Auntie, this is my private business."

"OK, take your time, don't disturb the correspondence with your pen pal." Jessie Kinson shrugged her shoulders, chuckled, and left the room.

So the eyes of Rose Kinson smile, and she reads the email sent by M carefully. The more she sees the back page, the deeper the smile in her eyes becomes.