It’s better to pay more attention and observe at ordinary times.
Lu Wanwan's thoughts were wandering and he said, "Thank you for the hot milk. Go to bed early."
Xia Zhi couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, young mistress."
After Lu Wanwan left, Xia Zhi suddenly remembered that the young mistress usually called her Xiaoxia, but just now she called her Xia Zhi by both her first and last name. This showed that she had relaxed too early.
Could it be that the husband spoke ill of the young mistress on his way back?
This is not possible!
She must double up on how she behaves in front of her young mistress and young master to ensure that she will not be sent back to her father.
Half an hour later, Fu Shuo led An An slowly upstairs.
Seeing this, Xia Zhi, who was in the corridor on the second floor, quickly turned around and walked to the small kitchen to warm up another glass of milk for An An.
As a result, when she came back with hot milk, she saw that An An's door had been closed.
Fu Shuo stood outside, with his back to her, looking at Lu Wanwan's bedroom opposite.
Xia Zhi couldn't help but step lightly, trying to pass behind him and open the door of An An's room.
But when her hand just touched the door handle, she heard the man with his back to her say: "When we were in the living room downstairs just now, I found you standing on the second floor peeking, and now you are running behind me.
Are you trying to play hard to get?"
Xia Zhi listened to Fu Shuo's hoarse voice and thought that he was probably very drunk, otherwise how could he say such narcissistic words?
"Sir, I think you misunderstood. The reason why I peeked just now was actually not to look at you, but to look at the young master.
Because I promised to warm the milk for him, I was afraid that if I warmed it too quickly, the milk would get cold, and if I heated it again, the nutrients in it would be destroyed, so I could only keep an eye on when the young master would go upstairs."
"A lot of nonsense." Fu Shuo snorted coldly and turned around.
Seeing that Xia Zhi was indeed holding a cup of hot milk in her hand, he paused and suddenly reached out and grabbed it.
Xia Zhi didn't expect that he would snatch the milk for the child, so she couldn't help but step forward and said: "Sir, this is what I warmed for the young master!"
She never mentioned that she could give him warm milk. She didn't want to please someone who always doubted her, which would have little effect.
Fu Shuo looked at her anxious eyebrows and thought that the performance was good: "I know what your purpose is in doing all this."
Xia Zhi was stunned for a moment before hearing him continue: "You wanted to stay, so you tried your best to please Wan Wan and her son."
Xia Zhi was a little angry. She wanted to please her mistress, but she was also grateful at the same time.
After all, the young mistress protected her, didn’t she?
"To be honest..." Fu Shuo looked at her, with a smile of unknown meaning in his handsome face: "Instead of trying so hard to please Wan Wan's mother and son, it's better to please me.
I am the head of the family, as long as I don't send you back, you can completely escape the sorrow of your original family, right?"
Hearing this, Xia Zhi said angrily: "Sir, are you crazy? Do you know what you are talking about!"
Fu Shuo said unhurriedly: "Aren't you deliberately creating the number of times you will meet me by chance? Before I went on a business trip, I told you clearly that I would pick up An An from school. You don't have to come.
But you still go there every evening, and now, you appear in front of me again, which really makes me doubt your intentions."