Chapter 53

Ye Huanyan doesn't know the truth of Linghan's words at the moment. She never thinks Linghan is a person who will accept others' opinions with an open mind. He is always conceited.

"In fact, there are not many... That is, the face stinks a little at ordinary times..."

She lowered her head and carefully measured Ling Han's reaction with the remaining light from the corner of her eyes.

He lowered his head to pick up the vegetables and said, "go on." Ye Huanyan coughed two times and said boldly, "it seems that you don't remember the name of the servants before. Aunts call them casually. What they do at home is not satisfactory. They are all connected. A group of people follow the bad luck." She looked up at Ling Han and saw that he was calm, and then she went on

"Let's take the aromatherapy lamp incident for example. In fact, it's Mei who stole things. Although other aunts are suspected of shielding, you should also find out why they are shielding, because if someone comes to you to complain, and you can't remember who stole things, you simply let them

Qiaomu dismissed all these people. It's the same as what happened in the east window incident. It's just a matter of time. That's why they all wear it.... "

"Cough..." Ling Han's sudden cough startled ye Huanyan, and his face turned white suddenly,

"I... I just casually said that..."

She looked at Ling Han, but found that there was no difference in his face, just took the water cup in hand and took a drink.

"So, in fact, sometimes you can change it appropriately."

"Well."

Ling Han's voice is not big, seem to be to answer her a, she some can't believe.

"In fact, we don't need too many servants at home. Lingling can be busy by herself. You can remember her name... Don't worry..."

Ling Han glanced at her, said so much, and came to such a conclusion. The woman really didn't know what was in her head. He looked light. "Whatever you want. If you don't mind no one's service and don't feel troublesome, the next batch of servants won't have to look."

"I don't think it's troublesome..." ye Huanyan nodded hastily, "I always think it's better to have fewer people inside and outside the home. If I can, a servant doesn't need it. In the past, there was only one aunt who helped to cook at home..."

Ling Han's face suddenly sank.

"The family you are talking about is the Ling family or your former home."

Ye Huanyan was stunned, and his smile froze on his face. "All... All. My mother doesn't like too many servants at home, so..."

Yes, no wonder after Ling Dongming married Jiang Meilan, all the servants in his family were dismissed. Thinking of this, Ling Han's face was a little ironic. His mother, Wen Qingwan, is a lady of a wealthy family. She has been treated by people since she was a child, and so has Ling Dongming. Therefore, after they get married, the number of servants in the family is always more and more, and each performs his own duties. The cookers will not help clean the floor, and the floor cleaners will not put the bath water part-time,

When Wen Qingwan was alive, there was even a girl from the countryside who helped her hold the dog.

"What kind of identity, with what kind of life."

The frozen smile on ye Huanyan's face gradually disappeared. Although he didn't quite understand what he was saying, it was probably not a good thing.

She didn't quite understand what had affected Ling Han's uncertain temperament. If it was his behavior six months ago, the reaction would have been too extreme.

After all, it wasn't him who suffered that night.

She lowered her head and no longer dared to speak. Lingling just brought a bowl of black rice porridge and put it in front of Linghan, "young master, porridge is hot."

Ling Han glanced at Ye Huan Yan, who lowered his head and said nothing. He raised his hand and touched the edge of the bowl. His eyebrows wrinkled. "It's too hot."

Lingling face a stiff, quickly reached for the end, "I went to the kitchen to get a fan to cool for a while."

Seeing her look flustered, Ling Han's mind somehow thought of what ye Huanyan had just said, and he was a little confused. Was he really too strict with the servant?

"Don't worry. I have a contract to see."

Ling Han stood up and scared Lingling stiff. He thought that he was angry. He lowered his head and didn't dare to say a word for fear that Linghan would not come tomorrow.

Ye Huanyan some can't see down, whispered, "is a little hot, blow a blow is not good, also don't care about these minutes of time."

This word falls in Ling Han's ear, he glanced at Ye Huan Yan, "how much time does Ye secretary have? Eat the porridge. I have something else to do

The door of the study on the second floor was closed with a click. His indifference seemed to leave a chill in the living room and dining room. Lingling looked at the porridge on the table and pursed her lips. "Miss ye, I'll go to serve you a bowl again."

"No, he hasn't eaten this bowl," said Ye Huanyan. She picked up the bowl of porridge in front of Linghan and put it in front of her. She scooped it into her mouth with a spoon. After drinking two mouthfuls, she thought it tasted good. Seeing Lingling still standing beside, she was in a state of shock. She knew in her heart that she had been fired by the previous group of servants

I'm upset. I've been submissive recently“ Well, Lingling, put the porridge in the bowl and let it hang for a while. I'll send it to the young master later. " If Lingling is granted amnesty, she looks at ye Huanyan gratefully like a stone falling from the Buddha's heart. "OK, I'll go right now. Thank you, Miss Ye." Looking at Lingling's back, ye Huanyan is a little melancholy. The servant's mind is very simple. The owner loves to eat what she makes. There is nothing wrong with it. But Ling Han never praises others. After eating porridge, they bring it, but he doesn't drink it. It's hard to avoid the little girl's panic. After dinner, ye Huanyan stretches in front of the table. Ling Han is not with her. She is so comfortable that she has to go back to her room to have a rest. Lingling brings a bowl of porridge from the kitchen with some snacks. She looks forward to ye Huanyan. At the moment, ye Huanyan regrets that she promised Lingling to help her deliver porridge. She looks at the study on the second floor and sighs in her heart. It's been a week since they moved to the guest room. They seem to be in peace with each other. Now when they go up with this bowl of porridge, they always feel that one of them is going to run into Ling Han's strange temper. At that time, he will run into the muzzle of a gun. He thinks he's in trouble, so what should he do about moving back to his old house“ Miss ye... "Lingling stares at her wrongly“ Give me... Give me. " Ye Huanyan gritted her teeth, took the plate from Lingling, took a deep breath, and took a step. There is a soft carpet on the solid wood stairs. It's very comfortable to step on it. It's like stepping on the green grass. Ye Huanyan is playing a drum in her heart. Today's Linghan is not the same as usual. She doesn't have the same tough attitude towards herself as usual. Today, it's hard to have a chat with her. All this gave her a premonition of the eve of the storm. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.