Chapter 2082： Who is the hostess of this house

The lunch break afterwards was also completely tortured.

The capacity is like a curious baby, asking this and that.

"Why don't you have a mother?"

"She passed away when she gave birth to me." When someone asked this question, Xu Haiqi might blow the other's head, but when asked about her capacity, he answered in a good manner.

"Why is your father in a wheelchair..."

"There was an accident before, in fact, if he had treated you so badly before, after the accident he injured his brain and became very irritable."

"Who is that ugly and bad woman?"

"I don't know, maid, just remember what your mommy said. You don't need to please people you don't like, don't hide people you hate. In short, don't let yourself be wronged." He touched her. "Of course, I won't let you be wronged."

"Knowing that you are the best to me." The capacity is satisfied.

She nestled in Xu Haiqi's arms, looking for a peaceful posture to fall asleep.

"Huh?" She called out suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Xu Haiqi was stiff, but he could barely speak out.

Capacity sighed, closed his eyes, "It looks like my little brother really loves me."

After speaking, he fell asleep without conscience.

Xu Haiqi is left alone, can only maintain the initial posture, holding her motionlessly...

...

Xu Haiqi spent three days with the capacity meter at home.

For these three days, don’t go too well in terms of capacity.

It's a corrupt life where clothes come to stretch out their food and open their mouths.

Xu Haiqi almost raised her as a baby, so he almost took her to feed her mouthful before eating.

Every time at this time, Xu Siye sat opposite with gloomy eyes, hating them both.

"I think he is jealous of us." The volume whispered to Xu Haiqi.

As if revenge, Xu Haiqi's words caused a burst of laughter.

With the little fourth master at home, Jiaren Wu dared not show up.

But on the fourth day, after Xu Haiqi had to go out, Jiaren Wu appeared in the living room again.

"Why are you not going to leave?" Capacity asked unceremoniously, "Is it allowed to enter my house?"

"This family, maybe it's not your turn to decide, right?"

Sitting in a wheelchair, Xu Siye slowly entered the living room.

"Don't think that kid Aqi indulges you, you can lift your tail to the sky, this is not Rongjia, not City C, I can't reach you to give orders!"

The amount of capacity does not like Xu Siye.

But she was not afraid of him.

"Why can't I give orders? I am married to my little brother. My little brother is the master of this house. I am the mistress of this house. It's strange that you, the fourth master, don’t help. Go help someone outside. Woman. I heard that when you were young, you were also a generation of heroes. Why are you so old and windy..."

Xu Siye... almost died of capacity.

Frankly speaking, he can only do what he can, and even when the fourth master is away.

Regardless of the lack of capacity, she is more clever than ever before. It stands to reason that she, as Miss Rong Jia, must be elegant and dignified. Who knows that she can do whatever she wants by being sick now?

"You are the hostess of this house, and I will soon be the hostess of this house. Moreover, I will be a generation older than you." Wu Jiaren stood up, walked behind Xu Siye, and pinched his shoulders. Asked flatteringly, "Fourth Master, the beautiful lady is not with you these days, are you cold at night..."