Chapter 2893

"One more thing, young master." But the subordinate stood still, hesitated for a few seconds, and said in a low voice, "the palace called, saying that his wife has been in bed for several days because she is not well these days."

"Housekeeper Cheng hopes the young master can go back to see his wife. He said that his wife was in a bad mood. He saw her tears several times when he sent her dinner. If the young master can go back to see his wife, she will get better soon. "

Hearing that his mother was ill again, Gong Zeli's face didn't change much, and his expression was light: "if you are ill, just go to see a doctor. I'm not a doctor, and I can't cure her."

"Besides, I have nothing to do with the palace family now."

The subordinate was stunned. He looked up at Miyazawa and saw that his face was cold and motionless. He thought about it and tried to persuade him: "young master, madam, that's all angry words. You are the only heir of the Gong family. How can you really have nothing to do with the Gong family? "

"I listen to the meaning of Uncle Cheng's words. After you packed your bags and left the palace that day, your wife already regretted it. But madam wants face, even if it is regretful, she also can't call you back directly

That's why Madame Gong is ill again.

In fact, where is really sick.

It's just a matter of giving Gong Ze an excuse to go back.

She had a quarrel with Gong Zeli before, but later she called people back because of illness, and the relationship between mother and son was slowly repaired.

This illness is the same as the previous one.

"She's angry, I'm not." Miyazawa from the narrow Phoenix eyes half squint, dark deep ink eyes raised, cool thin eyes in the subordinate body swept eyes, light said a sentence, "you talk too much."

He had a very low voice and didn't listen with much emotion.

But the subordinate's back was suddenly cold, a layer of cold sweat came out, and cold sweat came out on his forehead. He lowered his head and said in fear, "yes, Gong Shao, I'm talkative."

Miyazawa from the narrow eyes narrowed into a straight line: "roll."

How dare subordinates say anything more.

Immediately turned around, quickly walked out from the office, the pace without a pause, a gust of wind disappeared from the office.

A moment later.

The people in the office closed slowly.

Miyazawa took out his mobile phone, logged in to his wechat trumpet, and opened his trumpet address book. His only friend: mianmianmianmeng.