Chapter 21

Suddenly, Jiang Lingyun's face flashed in his mind. Fu Yunting suddenly released Xia Ling and said in a cold voice, "you're not qualified to be the young lady of my Fu family. Remember, in my eyes, you're still the servant I bought with money. Now, get out and sleep on the sofa."

Hearing this, Xia Ling suddenly opened her eyes, hurriedly got out of bed and went to the sofa to sleep.

"I see, Mr. Fu. Good night."

Servants are servants.

At least she doesn't have to have anything to do with a man she's only met a few times.

Xia Ling breathed a sigh of relief, took the blanket to cover her and closed her eyes.

On the bed, looking at the relieved look of the woman, Fu Yunting wanted to run away irritably.

This woman can really make people angry.

But what the hell is he doing?

He glared at someone angrily, and Fu Yunting turned off the light with a slap.

The room was silent.

In the dark, Xia Ling's closed eyes kept turning and her eyebrows twisted slightly.

Is it her illusion?

Why did she find that the tastes of the two brothers of the Fu family were so similar?

Will the two brothers taste the same after being together for a long time?

......

The next day, on the Fu family table, Xia Ling rubbed her stiff neck and wrinkled her small face into a ball.

She was stiff from sleeping on the sofa last night.

Well, I miss the bed in the guest room.

"Young lady, did you sleep well last night?"

Zhang Ma handed the boiled milk to Xia Ling and asked with a smile.

"Well, very good."

Xia linggan smiled, "Mom Zhang, I must take my quilt out and dry it later."

She doesn't want to sleep on the sofa anymore.

"OK."

Zhang Ma answered casually and brought out a Gu soup. "Young lady, drink this bowl of perfect tonic soup, tonic."

Poof!

Xia Ling almost didn't spit out a mouthful of milk.

Mom Zhang, did she think she was with Fu Yunting last night?

She is wronged!

"Well, mom Zhang, I'm full. I went upstairs."

"Hey, young lady, this is what grandma ordered. You must drink it."

Zhang's mother smiled and asked Xia Ling to wrinkle her bitter gourd face. She could only drink the greasy soup.

She can't blow the old man's mind.

It's time to mend your body.

After drinking at one breath, Xia linggan smiled, hurriedly put down the bowl and walked quickly upstairs.

She was afraid to stay any longer, and Zhang's mother would ask her to blush again.

The key is that she doesn't have a good relationship with Fu Yunting?

Walking to the terrace, Xia Ling took a deep breath and felt relaxed and happy with the cool breeze of the morning.

The sudden ringing of the mobile phone interrupted the silence for a moment.

Xia Ling looked down and saw that it was Xia Xi. She immediately frowned.

Xiaxi called early in the morning. She didn't want to answer at all.

The bell rang for a long time, and there was a great tendency that she would continue to fight if she didn't answer.

Xia Ling counted the beat and picked it up when he was about to hang up.

As soon as he picked it up, Shaxi's sharp voice ran through his ears.

"Xia Ling, it's so slow to answer the phone. What are you doing?"

What does she do? Do you need to report to her?

Xia Ling took the mobile phone away from her ear. "Call early in the morning. What's up?"

"Dad asked me to inform you that I start work today."

Xia Xi at the other end of the phone said, "Xia Ling, if you don't come, even if you're absent from work, you don't have to come again in the future."

Xia Ling: "

It's really Xia's style.

Domineering and tough.