As soon as Xiahou Xiyue put the phone back, she found Yuan Qing looking at her with a smile all the way, which made her feel uncomfortable.
"Yuan Qing, is there gold on my face?" Xiahou Xiyue frowned and looked at her.
"No." Yuan Qing shook his head with a smile in his eyes.
"Then why do you keep looking at me?" Xiahou Xiyue looked at her and asked.
"Because there is something more beautiful than gold on your face." Yuan Qing tilted his head and looked at her and said slyly.
"Oh, why did I never know that there is something on my face that people like more than gold." Xiahou Xiyue raised her eyebrows.
"Of course, I'm so jealous of you looking at your sweet happy smile." We all have different fates. We are all maids. As a result, she became a young mistress, but she was still a maid.
"Hey, it turns out that someone is a mustard in October and is in love. Do you want me to help you pull the string? Every one of your young master's friends is the elite among the elite." Xiahou Xiyue winked at her ambiguously.
Eye.
"The young master's friends are all such outstanding men, how could they like me? You should stop making fun of me." Yuan Qing's fair cheeks turned red.
"Tsk, tsk, you said you were worried that people would look down on you, but you turned red. Come on, tell me who you like, and I'll help you find out." Xiahou Xiyue leaned against her head curiously.
He hit her with his elbow and said with a wink.
"Xiyue, please stop teasing me, I don't have it." She knew her identity and never dared to think anything wrong.
"Really? Not even a fantasy? Don't try to deceive me. I won't be fooled. Tell me quickly who is your Prince Charming. Otherwise, I'll just tickle you." Xiahou Xiyue smiled sinisterly,
He raised his paws, ready to scratch her.
"Wow... I really don't have any. Please spare me." As soon as Yuan Qing saw her using her claws, he jumped up in fright and ran towards the corridor.
"Humph, Yuan Qing, tell me quickly, you can't run away." Xiahou Xiyue was about to catch up when suddenly two screams came from the corridor, followed by someone yelling: "You
You bitch, your mother gave you eyes but no pupils, do you want to kill me?"
Recognizing that the scolding voice was that of her aunt Cheng Jia, Xiahou Xiyue walked over quickly and saw Yuan Qing, who was so frightened that her face turned green and apologized desperately, while Cheng Jia seemed to be addicted to scolding, and the more she scolded, the more vicious she became. Jiang Ruoying helped her.
He looked at her with an expressionless face and said nothing.
"Aunt, are you okay?" Xiahou Xiyue walked forward, glanced sideways at Yuan Qing and said, "Why don't you go to the kitchen to help?"
"I'll go right away." Yuan Qing, whose eyes were red after being scolded by Cheng Jiashi, hurriedly left.
"Xiyue, it's not that I want to interfere with your family's affairs. In fact, your servant has no rules at all and is running rampant in the house. How is it appropriate? If I hadn't been quick to dodge just now, she would have killed me.
My waist could be broken." Cheng Jia said exaggeratedly.
"That's what my aunt taught me." Xiahou Xiyue frowned. Although she was unhappy with her, for Duanmu Xiu's sake, she could only endure it.
"Also, they don't distinguish between superior and inferior. After all, you are Xiu's wife. How can they call you by your first name? No matter how big or small you are, there are no rules at all. You are the hostess. No matter how nice or strict you are, in the future
