Until the evening, Jiang Xiaoxia still hadn't thought about this problem clearly. The more she thought about it, the more her heart sank.
If the rose flower is not planted for yourself, then who is it planted for? Besides himself, who else occupies such an important position in Leng Xiao's heart?
Jiang Xiaoxia rubbed her head with a headache. Isn't it bad to be in a daze all the time? Why do I have to think so much at this time? Isn't it bad to believe in Xiao? I don't think about anything, even if Xiao has other women in his heart, he pretends that he doesn't care about anything.
I don’t know, wouldn’t it be nice to happily enjoy the owl’s pampering and tenderness?
She knew she was spineless, but she couldn't bear to let go.
"Young mistress, you've been sighing all day today. What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to call Dr. Chen to take a look?"
"I'm fine, Axiu, you don't have to worry."
To show that she was fine, Jiang Xiaoxia smiled at Axiu.
When the night was getting darker, the lights in Leng Garden were bright, and Leng Xiao hadn't come back yet. Jiang Xiaoxia was lying on the sofa watching TV. Her mind was always thinking about who the roses in the rose garden were planted for, and she didn't pay attention to what was on the TV.
Show something.
"It's so late, why hasn't Xiao come back yet?"
Jiang Xiaoxia, who was already worried, saw that Leng Xiao had not returned yet, and the suspicion in her heart gradually spread like a plague, and finally filled her entire heart.
"I don't know if he is fooling around outside! Hum, if I find out that he is fooling around outside, I will definitely..."
"Don't worry, young mistress, the young master will not act recklessly! The young master loves the young mistress so much, how can he let the young mistress be sad?"
Uncle Fu said with a smile. Although Jiang Xiaoxia looked unbelieving, her eyes were shining with joy. Who doesn't like the one they love to love them?
"Really? Uncle Fu, please stop making me happy!"
She said she didn't believe it, but the sweet smile on her face revealed the joy in Jiang Xiaoxia's heart.
"Of course! I, Uncle Fu, am already old. How dare I deceive the young mistress? This is Leng Yuan. You are the second woman brought into Leng Yuan by the young master. This shows how high your status is in the young master's heart.
important……"
Uncle Fu was still talking nonchalantly, but Jiang Xiaoxia's thoughts kept stopping at the sentence "You are the second woman brought into Leng Yuan by the young master."
She is the second, so who is the first? What kind of woman is she? What kind of beauty can win the owl's favor? Are all the roses in the garden planted for her?
Jiang Xiaoxia didn't dare to think about it anymore, for fear that the more she thought about it, the sadder she would become. However, even if she didn't want to, there was always a voice in her ears, "You are the second, you are the second!"
Who is the first?
My heart felt so uncomfortable, and my chest felt like it was blocked by a huge boulder. Jiang Xiaoxia could hardly breathe under the pressure. If there was the first one, then where was she? And what was her position and identity in Xiao's heart?
Substitute? This is what is written in novels...
Seeing Jiang Xiaoxia's pale face, Uncle Fu asked with concern, "Young lady, are you feeling unwell? You don't look well..."
"I'm fine!" Jiang Xiaoxia interrupted Uncle Fu, tried hard to smile, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked, "Uncle Fu, do you know who the first woman Xiao brought into Leng Yuan was?"