Chapter 47

"Please, ma'am." Wu Ma stood by the door with a cup of coffee. With a click, the porcelain cup struck the tray. The old man's hand is shaking slightly, only five words, like tearing a piece of cloth, the old man said slowly and hard.

Although she is a servant of Liao's house, Wu Ma also plays the role of Liao Zhenbo's "mother". She has never begged anyone for anything. Today, she begged for Liao Zhenbo. For the first time, it was just as hard for her to say it sincerely.

"Wu Ma." Fu Xiaoqian can't ignore it any more. The word "beg" comes out of the old man's mouth, which is equally heavy for her.

Chopsticks again she left, "he does not..." It's worth the word. The rest of the words were swallowed by Fu Xiaoqian. Facing such a humble old man, she couldn't speak hard. She didn't know what the relationship between their master and servant was. She was not an outsider.

But the vague figure at the bottom of her heart did not allow her to say no to Wu.

She stepped forward and took the coffee from Wu Ma. "I'll try it." The tone of compromise is mixed with a strong reluctance.

"Good Good, good. " On the old man's gloomy face, he began to see the sun through the clouds, and a trace of light began to appear.

According to the bottom of Fu Xiaoqian's heart, she threw a relieved smile at the old man. Then, with a coffee cup, I step up the stairs.

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Fu Xiaoqian curled her fingers and knocked on the heavy door panel, and the conversation stopped suddenly.

"In." The man on the bed didn't lift his eyes. A word came from him. He was as cold as ice for a thousand years.

Fu Xiaoqian pushed the door in, and the five people standing in the room stepped back to give way. The person that raises Mou to see to come in, all nodded toward her, be regarded as to say hello. Fu Xiaoqian thought that these people should know her. Even if they didn't appear at the wedding, they must have seen her from the major media.

She gave a slight nod in return.

Then he went straight to Liao Zhenbo's bed, put down his coffee cup and said, "drink coffee all the time?" She stood a little far away from Liao Zhenbo, a pair of eyes without emotion staring at his head.

Leson, who came up behind, made a gesture to a group of people. As if they had been granted an amnesty, they did not dare to stay for another second, and all of them poured out of the room.

The man was still looking down at the documents in his hand, sitting on the bed with injuries. But inexplicably, the cold atmosphere still makes Fu Xiaoqian's heart tight.

He is just like an elegant king. He doesn't need any words or eyes. Just one action is enough to express everything clearly. At this time, the paper seems to have a grudge against him, and he turns it over and makes a sound.

"Not ready to eat?"

For a long time, the man still held his head to her.

Fu Xiaoqian knew in her heart that she only promised Wu Ma to come and have a try. As for the result, she didn't guess too much.

It seems reasonable that he would not respond to her. Fu Xiaoqian shrugged and wanted to walk out.

"So impatient?" He said less to me. His high self-esteem did not allow him to say these two words.

Tired the papers in his hand to the high papers beside the bed, he slowly raised his eyes. His eyes were cold and evil, and seemed to have a kind of hatred.

"Your body is your own and you don't need to be patient." That kind of cold let Fu Xiaoqian shiver for a moment, instantly through the bottom of my heart, spread to four limbs. She raised her jaw and came back to her room with a cold voice.

"Isn't that what you want?"

Let him live in regret every day, isn't she working hard in this direction? His eyes are freezing inch by inch. With the flow of his thoughts, the ice is getting thicker and thicker.

You guys? to want to? result?

Fu Xiaoqian a little confused, trying to digest the three words.

I don't know whether her brain capacity is limited or the meaning of these three words is too deep, she can't understand it.

Finally she gave up, "I'm just sending a message. Since I don't want to eat, I'm not reluctant." Drop this sentence, she wants to lift a leg to leave again.

"Can't hold your breath so soon? How can we gain a foothold in the Liao family in the future? " Liao Zhenbo only spoke after her.

Fu Xiaoqian's step was stopped by the sentence "based on Liao's family". She turned to look at Liao Zhenbo and said, "Mr. Liao, is there any other order?"

Liao Zhenbo lifted the thin quilt on his body, put his palms on the side of the bed, and slowly moved his body to the edge of the bed. This just toward Fu Xiaoqian smile, with weak fatigue, smile is still charming, "go downstairs."

Fu Xiaoqian really doubts whether this person's mind is mature or not. "Wu Ma said it will take some time."

"What? "No?" Liao Zhenbo's lips. He wants to show his wife around the castle he built for her. Maybe there will be no such chance for a long time in the future.

When Fu Xiaoqian wanted to say something more, lesen already appeared at the door with a wheelchair.So far, Fu Xiaoqian had to go with the flow. There are elevators in this villa. Otherwise, Fu Xiaoqian can't imagine carrying such a huge thing.

It is worthy of being the backbone of Liao's house. His appearance immediately caused a disturbance downstairs.

The cook, the servant and Wu Ma all stood out to greet her. Everyone's eager eyes finally merged into Wu Ma's words, "young master, are you hungry? What would you like to eat?"

"Well, I miss your noodles." Liao Zhenbo smiles at Wu's mother. At the moment, he is not as cold and strong as he is in the market, and he is not so hot and cold. Some senior children are dependent on their mothers.

Fu Xiaoqian is a bit in a trance. She can't see through the man in front of her.

"Good, good." "Madam, you push the young master to go out for a walk, and I'll take it later." Then he turned and ran to the kitchen. In the twinkling of an eye, Fu Xiaoqian saw a crystal shining in the old man's wrinkled eyes.

Fu Xiaoqian quietly pushed the wheelchair toward the door. Even a biological mother, she thought.

Since he came into contact with Liao Zhenbo, he seems to have some kind of magic on him, which leads Fu Xiaoqian's heart that wants to continue to deceive, and becomes more and more clear.

She doesn't like this. She can only see the dark side of the society. She doesn't want to. This is the world she has been avoiding and doesn't want to face. But he went into the bloody world and abruptly opened it in front of her, completely asking her if she would.

Liao Zhenbo is in a wheelchair, and Fu Xiaoqian is pushing the wheelchair along the path of the French window in the restaurant. They walk relatively speechless.

This is a different world. For the first time, Fu Xiaoqian saw a real visit to Liao's house. The house is located at the peak of the largest mountain in the eastern suburb of G city. It takes three years to complete.

Both sides of the path are covered with dense shrubs. These small trees are only half the height of a person. Fu Xiaoqian can't name the colorful leaves. Occasionally, a butterfly stands on the tip of a leaf, just like a dancing spirit, exploring in the jungle.

The attached Banmian mountain is also well utilized, with tall trees planted. These were transplanted from abroad at a high price. They are luxuriant and leafy. They cover the sky and block out the sun. They are bathed in the sun, and the shadows of trees and light crisscross, creating a cool world for the mansion.

There is a large Tianchi lake near the top of the mountain. White swans and black swans are playing happily in it. Under the protection of lotus leaves, fish are blowing bubbles to each other. A small boat is moored on the bank.

Not far from the boat, there is an artificial swing. Fu Xiaoqian suspiciously looked down at someone sitting in a wheelchair. Maybe it was because she couldn't see his expression. At the moment, Fu Xiaoqian actually felt that this person would have a kind side.

White swing, gently shaking with the breeze, seems to be greeting its owner's favor.

This color, this swing, Fu Xiaoqian has done in a dream, it is a fairy tale belongs to every girl's heart. She had imagined wearing a white wedding dress, standing on the swing, wearing a wreath, waiting for the prince, riding a white horse to come.

However, now the dream seems to be more and more far away from her.

Continue to walk, a white cloister zigzag built in accordance with the lake, covered with green plants, walked into, only to see, above has been dotted with a lot of green grapes, grapes are still very dry, very astringent, very small.

Under the grape trellis, there are original stones mined from the mountain. After polishing, they also present strange patterns and interesting shapes.

Everything here seems to be full of original ecology. Fu Xiaoqian loves the scenery and environment.

She pushed Liao Zhenbo to sit down at the stone table, and she walked to the other side of the corridor, where there was a large purple flower with a faint fragrance. It was lavender. She looked up into the distance. It turned out that this was the view she could see from the window sill of her room.

A large purple, if you can't see the edge, here is too big, so big that she is about to lose her way and lose her sense.

Look, look, here slowly turned into a warm embrace, in her faltering, gently embrace her, stroking her hair, kissing her cheek.

Suddenly, a trace of cold across the cheek, she lifted the wrist touch, staring at, unconsciously she actually tears. She squatted down in a hurry, drowned herself in the sea of flowers, raised her arm and wiped it on her face.

Purple, always so let her fear and expect to exist.

Then she got up and went back along the way she came. Then he settled down and looked up into the distance. The hundred watt high wall was covered with green plants. Under the windowsill of one of the rooms, it seemed to open up another space, with purple flowers standing on the wall.

Body suddenly a shock, feet like stepping on cotton, not real.

Coming back along the corridor, his rickety body was standing at the stone table, holding the dinner plate in both hands, looking lovingly at the wheelchair.The picture is too beautiful for her to disturb.

Far away, she chose another way to swing.