"Uh, hello you guys." Huang Qiao greeted the maids in shock.
"Ha, you don't have to say hello to them, because you are the master and they are servants." Xiang Zichen looked at Huang Qiao with a funny look.
Although Huang Qiao is also a rich daughter, she has to be shocked by the place in front of her. She already feels very luxurious when she lives in the villa of the Royal Apartment, because there are only four people in her family, and her sister is still not at home for many years and can't live there at all.
So many rooms.
But after seeing Xiang Zichen's home, Huang Qiao finally knew what it means to be a witch...
"How long are you going to watch?" The person who spoke was a woman, and an old woman.
Huang Qiao looked up and saw a young woman pushing a wheelchair out. A woman in a gray Tang suit looked like she was about fifty years old, with fair skin and crow's feet that could not be covered by the corners of her eyes.
She didn't smile in her high-butted bun, but only had an indifferent expression.
"You must be your aunt, right?" Huang Qiaoqiao greeted with a smile.
"Michelle, tell her about our family's rules." Xiang's mother ignored Huang Qiao's words, but turned around and said to the butler behind her.
The female housekeeper nodded and then looked at Huang Qiao: "The woman brought back by the young master must perform the ceremony of three kneelings and nine kowtows to the wife."
"What? Kneel three times and kowtow nine times?" Huang Qiao repeated with a frown, then she turned around and looked at Xiang Zichen behind her.
Xiang Zichen pretended not to see it as leisurely and freely...
"Sorry, aunt, I don't have this habit." Huang Qiao said straight.
It was difficult for her to accept such etiquette. She knelt three times and kowtowed nine times. It was the etiquette of the monarch in ancient feudal society, and now it is socialism. She could hardly imagine that someone else would make such a request.
"Michelle, teach her how to do it?" Xiang's mother said coldly.
Michelle came over and stared at Huang Qiao. Huang Qiao met her unyielding eyes. She would not kneel down, she would not compromise. This is a kind of humiliation. She had never treated her parents before.
Not to mention a strange woman.
Bang, Michelle kicked Huang Qiao's knees. Because she was kicked like this, she immediately leaned forward and knelt straight on the ground.
Huang Qiao reacted very quickly, and she immediately wanted to stand up, but Michelle put her hands tightly on her shoulders, and she couldn't move.
"You have no choice." Xiang's mother seemed to see what Huang Qiao was thinking and said mockingly.
"I was really disappointed when you did this. I thought you must be a kind and noble person. Now it seems that you not only do not know how to respect people, but also travel tyranny. You reminded me of a noun to describe you.
"Huang Qiao stared at the old woman in front of her and said angrily.
"What word?" The old woman looked at Huang Qiao coldly.
"Fascist." Huang Qiao said word by word.
But as soon as she finished speaking, Michelle kicked her behind her back. She kissed the smooth marble floor tiles straight, and her head was immediately bruised and swollen.
Xiang Zichen smiled slightly: "Mom, you really disappointed me. I'll play around with these tricks. I'll go upstairs to rest first, and you can continue."
After saying that, Xiang Zichen yawned and walked upstairs. Huang Qiao looked at his back in disbelief. For the first time, she felt that she had never really understood this terrible man.
"Xiang Zichen, don't tell me that this is your way of revenge, it's so childish." Huang Qiao lay on the ground, looking at Xiang Zichen with contempt.
He was going upstairs and suddenly stopped. He turned around. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman on the ground... His eyes became deep.