As soon as Leng Xiao left, Uncle Fu walked in and was busy in the luxurious and spacious hall that made people jealous.
Looking at Jiang Xiaoxia who was sitting quietly on the sofa watching cartoons, Uncle Fu couldn't figure out what the young master liked about such a girl who was not beautiful and whose figure was not hot enough. Although he had never seen the young master's women, because
The young master never takes them back to Leng Yuan, but with the beautiful, tall and sexy Miss Shuang for comparison, those women must have good looks and hot figures.
Seemingly aware of Uncle Fu's gaze, Jiang Xiaoxia turned around and smiled at Uncle Fu. Looking at Jiang Xiaoxia's innocent and bright smile without any impurities, Uncle Fu seemed to understand why the young master liked this girl who was not considered outstanding.
Because of her innocent eyes and smile, people feel inexplicably comfortable and friendly. When her cute little face and curved eyebrows are raised, it seems that she can still feel her naughtiness.
"Uncle Fu, don't you have a servant at home? You are already so old, so stop working and let the servants be busy. Otherwise, I can help you clean. However, I think the hall is also very clean. I don't understand.
Why are you so picky..." Jiang Xiaoxia muttered.
When Miss Shuang came here in the past, she only had the young master in her eyes. How could she pay attention to this old man? Although Uncle Fu was the housekeeper of Leng Yuan, and Leng Yuan also had countless servants, an old man was inevitably lonely. Now Jiang Xiaoxia smiled and said
He was chatting, and Uncle Fu was in a good mood, and his old face was smiling like a dried chrysanthemum.
"It's not that the young master is picky, it's just that I'm an old man. If I don't move too much, I'm afraid I won't have a chance in the future..."
Jiang Xiaoxia crawled on the sofa and looked at Uncle Fu with her little face propped up, "Uncle Fu, my dad is about the same age as you, and I haven't seen him as hardworking as you. He says every day that he wants to be happy. If he
Like you, I feel much more relaxed, and I don’t have to do housework every day to cause backache..."
Uncle Fu didn't know whether to laugh or cry. This girl seemed to be quite filial. Why did her words sound so weird?
Seeing that Uncle Fu was busy, Jiang Xiaoxia didn't bother him anymore and lay on the sofa again to watch TV.
"This girl..." Seeing Jiang Xiaoxia watching TV quietly, Uncle Fu shook his head lovingly, with a kind and kind smile on his face.
After an unknown amount of time, the sky gradually dimmed, and Uncle Fu also went to the kitchen to tell the chef to prepare dinner. Only the quiet Jiang Xiaoxia and the large-screen plasma TV playing advertisements were left in the empty hall.
"Why is it so quiet?" When Leng Xiao came back, the huge hall echoed with the sweet voice of the female model in the TV commercial. Other than that, there was no sound at all.
"Xiaoxia Xiaoxia!" Leng Xiao called out twice tentatively, but there was no response. Could something have happened? Could it be that Leng Shuang took her away in revenge?
Leng Xiao became anxious and his voice became louder, "Xiao Xia!"
Leng Xiao's anxious shouts made the whole hall buzz.
"Damn!" Leng Xiao cursed in a low voice, and just as he was about to go out to search, Leng Ying walked in with long legs, "Xiao, what's wrong?"
"Xiao Xia is missing! When Shuang came today, she talked nonsense with Xiao Xia and almost told her that we were members of the underworld. When I got angry, I told her to get out! She must be angry in her heart and want to take revenge on Xiao Xia!"
"No, Xiao, Shuang grew up with us, she wouldn't do that!" Leng Ying categorically rejected, "Xiao, I don't want you to lose your original judgment because of a woman, nor do I want that woman to destroy
The affection between the three of us!”
"Ying, I don't want to explain to you anymore, I want to go out to find Xiaoxia, please come and prepare a car!"
"Xiao, please calm down, Shuang will definitely not do this..."
Leng Ying chased after him, and the voices of the two became farther and farther away.
And just behind the sofa, a petite body was slowly supported.
Jiang Xiaoxia supported the sofa with her hands and stared blankly at the direction Leng Xiao left. Her eyes were filled with shock and disbelief. What did he say? Underworld?