"You..." Axiu was so angry that she raised her hand to hit her, but instead she moved her face forward and said provocatively: "Hit me, I think you don't want to do it. Your younger brother is in school and you have
My sick mother is still pointing at your unearned salary."
Her words hit A Xiu's weak point, and the hand that had been raised slowly retracted.
"What about you?" Qiu Mo walked over slowly and said in a calm tone: "Who allowed you to yell like this, the young master or Mother Liu? You have been doing this for so long, don't you know this?
The rules of a cold house include disturbing the owner's rest by speaking loudly, deliberately provoking, and causing trouble. These two mistakes are enough for you to pack up and go home. Do you still have the heart to teach others here?"
Her voice was not too loud but her words were sonorous, and her usually soft eyes were now sharp and serious, making people who were used to her gentle and gentle side feel frightened and dare not look directly at those beautiful eyes.
Eye.
Xiaohui was stunned for a long time and didn't react for a long time. At the same time, she was also a little scared. No matter whether Leng Xiao really didn't love this wife, she was also the mistress of Leng's house. She would offend her so recklessly.
What a good fruit to eat.
His face was red and white, and he didn't know what to do when he heard a voice as clear and clear as a lark behind the servants.
"Did Xiaohui make the young mistress angry? It's because Siya's discipline is not good. Please don't be the same as the servants."
As attractive as her voice was her outstanding appearance. Although she was just casually wearing pajamas, it still couldn't cover up her exquisite figure and tall figure.
Big wavy hair curled around the waist, a delicate oval face, the facial features on the face are perfect. When you stand there, you will suddenly see the dazzling beauty of the country and the sky.
When Xiao Hui saw someone who could support her, the fear on Xiao Hui's face suddenly disappeared without a trace, replaced by a look of pride and an arrogant sneer.
Qiu Mo naturally knew her, the "madman" who had been living at the end of the corridor.
But now it seems that she is no different from a normal person, and there is even a more complicated calculation hidden in the corner of her eyes than a normal person.
Not wanting to have too much interaction with her, she said to Axiu: "Let's go back to the house to eat."
"Young Mistress." Feng Siya stepped in front of her, smiled sweetly, and said in a polite and gentle manner: "Originally, Siya should call you sister, but Siya heard that you are five years younger than Siya, so she had to follow them.
Call me Young Mistress."
Qiu Mo smiled politely: "Just call me Qiu Mo."
"Then it's better for Siya to be respectful than to obey." She put her hand on her chin, raised her eyebrows and smiled. She was suddenly charming and as pretty as a flower. Compared with Qiu Mo, who looked ordinary and dressed in simple clothes, there was a huge difference. The servants said
I don’t dare to say it, but who doesn’t compare secretly in their hearts? Leng Xiao hides such a beautiful woman, no wonder he treats this young mistress in disguise.
Qiu Mo just nodded to her and turned around to go back to the house.
Feng Siya suddenly said softly from behind: "Qiu Mo, Xiao asked me to move in with him. Do you think it would be inconvenient? After all, you are his wife. Otherwise, I will tell him that I
You two should live in separate rooms, right? So as not to disturb you."
Several servants gasped after hearing this. Even the dullest person could hear the pride and provocation in her words. They all looked at the indifferent woman at the door, waiting for her to get angry.
There was no expected verbal exchange. Qiu Mo didn't even stop turning around. She just said lightly: "It's okay, as long as you don't keep a cat next door to me."
Bah!
The exquisite wooden door closed in front of everyone's eyes, blowing out a moderately cold breeze.
Feng Siya's beautiful curly hair swayed in a small arc, brushing against her ashen complexion.
"Miss..." Xiaohui looked at her worriedly.
She didn't expect that Qiu Mo looked like someone who was easy to bully, but had such a vicious tongue, which made her hatred for her even deeper.
"It's okay, keep moving." Feng Siya quickly put on a proud expression. She wanted to see how long she could sit in the position of the young mistress of the cold house, and how long she could maintain this calm expression.
Compared to Qiu Mo's indifference, A Xiu was so angry that she stamped her feet.
"Young mistress, who is that woman? How can she be so arrogant and domineering."
She didn't know who she was, but the person who could keep Leng Xiao hidden must be the person he loved deeply.
Deeply in love?
The word crossed her mind and stabbed her hard, it hurt.
Seeing that she was just drinking the porridge in her hand, Axiu became even more anxious, "Young mistress, do you want to tell Miss Cousin and let her vent your anger?"
Qiu Mo put down the spoon, wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, and said with a smile: "You, you always lose your composure when things happen. How can you do that?"
"But they really went too far." As soon as Axiu remembered the arrogant looks in Feng Siya and Xiaohui's eyes, her body trembled with anger.
Qiu Mo pushed the tray aside to show that she was full, and while rubbing her belly, she said: "Being angry with these unimportant people will devalue yourself. If you ignore her, she will feel uncomfortable. What does she like to say?"
Just let her say enough at one time, and you can listen or not. In the end, she will only make herself angry."
"But I still feel like I can't swallow this breath." A Xiu still pouted her mouth.
"There is nothing that cannot be swallowed. No matter how painful it is, you can swallow it in your stomach and then digest it." Qiu Mo stood up and looked at the good weather outside the window, and said enthusiastically: "Axiu, let's go on.
Let’s get that flower field.”
Axiu muttered in a low voice while clearing the table, "Young Madam, I'm really convinced that you still have such a mood. You are really what the book says...what's your name...yes, Taishan Ziruo..."
Qiu Mo burst out laughing, pointed at her and corrected: "That's composure. How can you be so composure on Mount Tai?"
"Anyway, it's just a matter of comfort and ease..." Axiu defended with a blush.
*******
When Leng Xiao returned home, he was surprised not to see Qiu Mo in the living room. Shouldn't she be waiting for him at this time? He seemed to be used to her greeting, and he was a little unhappy when he couldn't see her now.
Liu Ma trotted over and took his clothes, "Master, you are back."
"Hmm." He loosened the tie on his shirt, unbuttoned his cuffs, and asked casually as he walked upstairs: "Where have all these people gone?"
He didn't mention who it was by name, but Mother Liu smartly guessed who he wanted to ask, so she quickly replied: "It's in the backyard."
"Who's in the backyard?"
"Young mistress."
Leng Xiao stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Liu Ma, his eyes as cold as ice stubble: "Don't call that woman Mistress again, she is not."
Mother Liu was startled. She lowered her head reflexively and responded softly: "Yes, Master."