Su Lang was really worried about the little girl in front of him. Their maid and their master really matched each other, and they even dared to yell at their master.
"Why don't you hurry up and get into the room? I'll be late and I'll be seriously ill. Are you responsible?" Cui'er glared at Su Lang and Hua Xing with a stink on her face, instructing the two of them to go to work.
Although it was the middle of the night, it was still very easy for two people with superb martial arts skills to get the things.
After a while, Shu Xiaoya was lying on her back in the comfortable quilt, while Huaxing Xing was sitting next to Shu Xiaoya and staring at her. It seemed as if she would disappear if he blinked his eyes.
"Hey, sir, please step aside, or can you help me put a towel on our young lady?" Cui'er twisted the cold towel in her hand with disgust and put it on Shu Xiaoya's head.
We don't have a penny at home, and if we call the master and his wife now, we will only get scolded, so we should just follow the previous method to cool down Shu Xiaoya.
"I'll do it." Hua Xingxing looked at Cui'er and then at Shu Xiaoya, who had a red face on the bed. Her eyes darkened and she reached out to get the towel by the basin.
"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll go find some food for the lady." Cui'er said, frowning in embarrassment, "I don't know if I can still steal steamed buns from the kitchen so late."
Stealing? Su Lang blinked in confusion, "Uh... Miss Cui'er, isn't this your lady's home? You have to go to the kitchen to steal when you're eating. What's the explanation?"
Cui'er rolled her eyes and said reluctantly, "Master, please open your eyes and take a closer look at where our young lady lives. Is there any favored young lady who wants to be squeezed into the same room with a maid?"
Hearing this, Hua Xingxing's eyes clearly flashed with displeasure. He didn't expect that she would live in such an unbearable place, and from the maid's tone before, it seemed that she had been bullied.
"Su Lang." Hua Xingxing's head turned slightly to look at his thin lips, and he spat out one word: "Kill."
"Wha...what?" Cui'er, who had never taken two dangerous people seriously, seemed to have noticed something was wrong. "Who are you going to kill?"
"Of course it's your master and those who are not good to Miss Xiaoya..." Su Lang rolled up his sleeves, turned around and was about to walk out, but was immediately grabbed by his clothes by Cui'er, "You can't do this.
Ah! The lady will hate you to death!"
According to Cui'er's understanding of Shu Xiaoya, no matter how bad their family members are, in the final analysis they are parents who have the grace to have children.
"Master, look..." Su Lang looked at his torn and deformed clothes, and looked at the flower horoscope helplessly.
They have always carried out Hua Xing's orders directly, but Su Lang also has his own opinions on this matter. After all, it is Shu Xiaoya's parents who want to be killed. Regardless of whether she is her own person or not, this is the person who killed her father's enemy.
The name is finally up.
How will she get married then?! I really don’t know if I think too simply, or if I am just so irrational about Shu Xiaoya.
Thinking of this, Su Lang's eyes rolled and he hurriedly took off the bag from the clothes on his back. "Miss Cui'er, I have a freshly roasted beggar's chicken. Why don't you let Miss Xiaoya eat this?"
"Su Lang is really worried about the little girl in front of him. Their maid and their master are really well matched, and they even dare to yell at their master.
"Why don't you hurry up and get into the room? I'll be late and I'll be seriously ill. Are you responsible?" Cui'er glared at Su Lang and Hua Xing with a stink on her face, instructing the two of them to go to work.
Although it was the middle of the night, it was still very easy for two people with superb martial arts skills to get the things.
After a while, Shu Xiaoya was lying on her back in the comfortable quilt, while Huaxing Xing was sitting next to Shu Xiaoya and staring at her. It seemed as if she would disappear if he blinked his eyes.
"Hey, sir, please step aside, or can you help me put a towel on our young lady?" Cui'er twisted the cold towel in her hand with disgust and put it on Shu Xiaoya's head.
We don't have a penny at home, and if we call the master and his wife now, we will only get scolded, so we should just follow the previous method to cool down Shu Xiaoya.
"I'll do it." Hua Xingxing looked at Cui'er and then at Shu Xiaoya, who had a red face on the bed. Her eyes darkened and she reached out to get the towel by the basin.
"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll go find some food for the lady." Cui'er said, frowning in embarrassment, "I don't know if I can still steal steamed buns from the kitchen so late."
Stealing? Su Lang blinked in confusion, "Uh... Miss Cui'er, isn't this your lady's home? You have to go to the kitchen to steal when you're eating. What's the explanation?"
Cui'er rolled her eyes and said reluctantly, "Master, please open your eyes and take a closer look at where our young lady lives. Is there any favored young lady who wants to be squeezed into the same room with a maid?"
Hearing this, Hua Xingxing's eyes clearly flashed with displeasure. He didn't expect that she would live in such an unbearable place, and from the maid's tone before, it seemed that she had been bullied.
"Su Lang." Hua Xingxing's head turned slightly to look at his thin lips, and he spat out one word: "Kill."
"Wha...what?" Cui'er, who had never taken two dangerous people seriously, seemed to have noticed something was wrong. "Who are you going to kill?"
"Of course it's your master and those who are not good to Miss Xiaoya..." Su Lang rolled up his sleeves, turned around and was about to walk out, but was immediately grabbed by his clothes by Cui'er, "You can't do this.
Ah! The lady will hate you to death!"
According to Cui'er's understanding of Shu Xiaoya, no matter how bad their family members are, in the final analysis they are parents who have the grace to have children.
"Master, look..." Su Lang looked at his torn and deformed clothes, and looked at the flower horoscope helplessly.
They have always carried out Hua Xing's orders directly, but Su Lang also has his own opinions on this matter. After all, it is Shu Xiaoya's parents who want to be killed. Regardless of whether she is her own person or not, this is the person who killed her father's enemy.
The name is finally up.
How will she get married then?! I really don’t know if I think too simply, or if I am just so irrational about Shu Xiaoya.
Thinking of this, Su Lang's eyes rolled and he hurriedly took off the bag from the clothes on his back. "Miss Cui'er, I have a freshly roasted beggar's chicken. Why don't you let Miss Xiaoya eat this?"