Chapter 307 Malicious revenge because of what happened at night
Regardless of whether the rooms in the villa are vacant or not, they will be cleaned on time.
Anyway, Lu Zichen is only staying for one night, as long as he has a place to sleep.
"Thank you." Lu Zichen smiled.
After such a tossing, the sleepiness that Zhong Li had finally felt completely dissipated. She reached out and pressed her eyes, and the cold light and irritability in her eyes disappeared fleetingly.
"Don't disturb my sleep anymore." His calm tone was mixed with anger, and it was obvious that Zhong Li had tried very hard to control his emotions.
After watching her go back to the room, Lu Zichen looked back and went to sleep.
……
The next day.
Zhong Li went downstairs. The housekeeper had already ordered breakfast to be prepared. When he saw her coming down, he leaned over and said, "Good morning, young master."
"Good morning." Zhong Li replied, but his eyes wandered around the villa, looking for Lu Zichen.
I didn't go to bed until 4 o'clock in the morning last night, and I probably haven't gotten up yet.
Thinking that he had interrupted his sleep last night, Zhong Li resolutely went upstairs and approached Lu Zichen's bedroom.
Now that the weather is cooler, Lu Zichen is naked with his upper body exposed. The quilt covers the key parts but exposes his well-developed chest muscles. Following the lines, his well-defined abdominal muscles can be vaguely seen.
Zhong Li stepped forward, reached out and slapped him decisively on the chest.
There was a crisp sound, and the housekeeper downstairs looked up suddenly after hearing it.
Lu Zichen was frightened, screamed in pain, sat up suddenly, and looked at Zhong Li with blurred eyes.
After a long time, he finally said: "What are you doing?"
His voice was hoarse as if he had just woken up.
"Come down for dinner." Zhong Li looked expressionless and walked directly out the door after confirming that he woke up.
She paused before going out and turned around.
"If I don't see you downstairs for five minutes, I'll come up and wake you up again."
After leaving, he thoughtfully helped Lu Zichen close the door.
After taking a few steps, I saw the butler coming towards me.
He frowned slightly and asked Zhong Li: "Young Master, what happened just now?"
"Wake people up." Zhong Li slowly explained, "Last night my friend was homeless, so I let him sleep at home as a kindness. It was too late, so I didn't wake you up."
The housekeeper nodded slightly after hearing this, looked up at Zhong Li, and sighed in his heart: "Our young master is still as kind as ever."
Then, he reminded Zhong Li: "But next time something like this happens, young master, it's better to tell me, so you don't have to worry about trouble."
This is his responsibility as a steward.
Zhong Li nodded, indicating that he understood.
Although she really doesn’t want to have a next time...
Inside the house.
Lu Zichen, who was woken up, was obviously a little irritated. He covered the spot where he had been slapped with his hands, and now he still has some stamina.
Lu Zichen suspected that Zhong Li was seeking revenge for what happened that night.
After sitting on the bed and waking up, Lu Zichen picked up the jacket on the side and put it on, packed it up and then went downstairs.
Breakfast has been prepared. Zhong Li is sitting on the side of the dining table holding his mobile phone and not knowing what he is looking at.
Lu Zichen came over and sat next to her. He was still a little confused and shook his head slightly.
A few minutes later, Mr. Zhong came over, and Lu Zichen quickly stood up: "Grandpa Zhong, I'm sorry for disturbing you."
Mr. Zhong waved his hand, "It's okay, let's sit down and eat."
He heard from the housekeeper that Xiaoli asked his friend to come over and stay overnight, but he didn't expect that it was Lu Zichen, the young master of the Lu family.
Thinking of what happened at the banquet, Mr. Zhong sighed.
He also knows a thing or two about the Lu family's situation. It's pitiful for this child to have to suffer so much at such a young age.
