Chapter 817

Su Jiayi took a bathrobe and was about to enter the bathroom when she saw the lady walking towards her. The whole person was surprised uncontrollably.

"Jiayi, I'm going to take a bath..." the lady smiled and held her hand.

The latter was stunned. She never thought that Sheng's mother, who had left, turned back on the way. Too suddenly, she was stunned and at a loss, "aunt, you... Why are you here?"

In fact, don't ask. Su Jiayi can probably understand Sheng's mother.

Slender fingers pulled her bathrobe. She tried to avoid what would happen next, "aunt, the night is very deep. You should prepare for beauty sleep and have a rest early..."

"Good boy." The meaning of Sheng's mother's smile was unclear, and it was particularly ambiguous in the dim light.

She walked towards the bathtub, gracefully bent over, put water for Su Jiayi, and tried the temperature for her.

The latter was very surprised, and even had a moment of fear, so he quickly stopped her, "aunt, I can do this little thing myself. You are an elder. Isn't this a bad thing for me?"

"Jiayi, do you usually apply essential oil?"

"Ah?" Su Jiayi was stunned when asked. She couldn't slow down. She replied awkwardly, "no... no, mom, what's the matter?"

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Su Jiayi's slender and weak body was only covered with a thin bath towel and stood outside Sheng Yilun's room.

This was his first time back to the villa by the Lingshan river. She knew that he did not intend to sleep in a room with himself, so she ordered the servant to tidy up the other bedrooms for him.

Standing trembling outside the door, the woman clenched the bath towel with her slender fingers. She didn't know what to do. At the same time, under the bath towel, the seductive smell of essential oil is wantonly at the tip of the nose.

Su Jiayi's delicate face turned red.

For more than twenty years, her upbringing has never been good. She felt very ashamed that such a thing happened to herself tonight, but due to Sheng's mother's intention, she was only obedient.

After all, it was a cold winter in February. Even if the villa was heated, her thin body still shivered slightly in the cold. Not knowing what to do, the door was suddenly opened.

Sheng Yilun came out with a tall and straight figure. Just after he washed, cold water slipped down Yingling's uncut side face. The man wiped his hair carelessly and swept the stairs coldly. The next moment I saw Su Jiayi with her hands clutching the railing and a tangled look.

"What are you doing here?" As soon as he spoke, he found something wrong. His deep and cold eyes trembled, "mom turned back halfway?"

Su Jiayi nodded in embarrassment.

“......！！”

The eyebrows suddenly frowned. Sheng Yilun rubbed them with his hands to ease the wine smell that had not dissipated. Then he noticed that her thin body was covered with a bath towel and was a little angry, "where's the clothes?"

In a chilling tone, Su Jiayi was a little frightened and had to tremble and say, "aunt said... When tonight is over, she will send me clothes tomorrow morning..."

When it's over tonight?

Sheng Yilun immediately choked and couldn't speak, and Jun's face was in a faint anger.

"Sheng Shao, I'm sorry..." Su Jiayi wanted to cry without tears. When she spoke again, her sweet voice was dull. "Aunt is staying in the downstairs guest room tonight. Now I'm worried..."

After that, she didn't say it again, but Sheng Yilun had guessed her meaning.

A woman in her sixties, if she dares to listen to the news close to the crack of the door, he will definitely tear down the villa.