Chapter 70

Huan Gufeng heard uncle Fu's words, in order not to make his father sad.

He let go of Mengman. Mengman collapsed on the ground. Xiao Hanshan also looked at the woman on the ground with indifference. He walked around and followed Huan Gufeng downstairs.

Uncle Fu was deeply relieved. In fact, he didn't like Mengman's behavior.

He didn't ask the servant to help Mengman up. Huan Gufeng came down, and his anger didn't dissipate. He took a deep breath and asked in a low voice, "my dad, do you know?"

Uncle Fu nodded.

Xiao Hanshan is also worried that the old man can't bear it. It's a scandal. His wife fell in love with his son. Although he said that he had seen it before, he didn't show his face. Everyone turned a blind eye to it. That's all.

But now it's different. The provocation of ciguoguo happened twice in two days.

Huan Gufeng walked into the living room and looked at his father, who was leaning on the sofa, closed his eyes and covered his chest all the time. There was a kind of tension in his heart. He was afraid that his father could not bear it and would leave him.

"Dad, how are you? Shall I take you to the hospital? "

After a long time, master Huan slowly gave his hand and shook his head. There was no blood on his face. He said powerlessly, "feng'er, what's the matter?"

Huan Gufeng did not immediately answer his father's words, but looked back at Uncle Fu. Uncle Fu took Xiao Hanshan and left the living room.

"Father, I'll help you back to your room. I'll tell you this slowly."

"Well, that's fine." If the living room is not soundproof, it will be heard by the servants in the back room. The ugly family should not be publicized. He is also a person who wants face.

The father and son walked into the study and closed the door tightly.

Mengman in the corridor on the second floor is crying and hoarse. She moves her body to see what the people below are doing. Downstairs, only uncle Fu and Xiao Hanshan are standing at the stairs and talking in a low voice. She can't hear clearly. The pain in her chest is still going on. No one cares about her, just like she is an air.

She struggled to hold the railing of the stairs and slowly got up. Now she is sober. She also began to regret the crazy things she had done to bingxia. It's not a wise choice to start in Huan's family. When her white casual clothes were dragged long ago, a lot of dirty things on the carpet were stuck on her body, which has become black and dirty.

She turned around, covered her chest, and walked slowly to her room. When she passed Huan Gufeng's and bingxia's room, she still stopped to have a look. She knew that she would never have a chance to fight the women in it again.

She sighed deeply, "Alas!"

Sigh let her chest pain, her mouth can't help "hiss".

Bingxia in the room obviously heard the noise outside. Mengman was tearing her heart and lungs. Now she didn't want to go out. With Mengman's help, she found that she was more and more inseparable from Huan Gufeng.

Before the man's suspicion began to waver, she now just want to stay in Huan Gufeng's side, at least now this moment is love her, later things she now don't want to think about, worry about people, will only let her and Huan Gufeng farther and farther away.

Dududu, just as she leaned against the bed to think, there was a knock on the door outside. She suddenly became nervous, and Huan Gufeng was no longer in the room. She tightly grasped the corner of the quilt and touched the side cabinet, hoping to find something to defend herself.

There is nothing but a desk lamp.

She had to hold the lamp in her hand, regardless of whether it would leak electricity to herself.

"Who?" she asked weakly

"Miss Bing, it's me. I'm uncle Fu. May I come in?" The voice outside the door with the vicissitudes of low, tone is also a man's voice, bingxia relief, put down the table lamp.

"Oh, uncle Fu, please come in." Bingxia pulls the quilt on her body. She doesn't want uncle Fu to see the red mark on her neck. He doesn't want master Huan to know that his woman almost strangled her.

The door was slowly pushed. Uncle Fu's kind face appeared. There was only the dim yellow light of the desk lamp in the room, but the people standing at the door could still be seen clearly. The light from the corridor came in.

Uncle Fu came in cautiously with a tray in his hand. Seeing bingxia, he walked up to him with a smile. "Miss Bing, this is the porridge that the young master ordered to cook for you. I put a little abalone and a little shredded chicken. Have a look."

Bingxia looks at Uncle Fu in disbelief. She doesn't expect that Huan Gufeng is so considerate. She knows that she is hungry now, and her stomach is always cooing. She doesn't dare to go down. She doesn't want to see Mengman's face. There is a shadow in her mind.

"Thank you, uncle Fu. Please bring it up yourself. You can put it here. I'll eat it later. Where's Gufeng?" Bingxia reluctantly squeezed out a smile. She didn't want to let uncle Fu see her unhappiness. In fact, after Huan Gufeng and master Huan entered the study, uncle Fu had a premonition that this matter had nothing to do with bingxia. Otherwise, his young master would not be so angry. He could be said to be furious.He thought about it and asked softly, "Miss Bing, what happened just now? The young master will lose his temper. Maybe I'm a servant and shouldn't ask about the master, but I'm worried about the old man's health. "

"Uncle Huan, what's the matter? In fact, I have nothing, just a little misunderstanding. " Bingxia was surprised. She didn't expect that this event would disturb master Huan. She had made such a big scene before she came in. How could she face it in Huan's house.

"Yes? A little misunderstanding? " Uncle Fu obviously didn't believe what she said, with doubts in his eyes.

Bingxia didn't dare to look at Uncle Fu's eyes. She stood up and took the porridge on the low cabinet beside her. After a sip, she said, "Uncle Fu, your porridge is good. It's really delicious."

With that, he picked up the bowl and began to drink. Uncle Fu was not good enough to ask again.

"Miss Bing, if you like it, drink slowly. I'm choking. If it's not enough, I'll bring you another bowl." Uncle Fu looks at bingxia's gobbling and shakes his head helplessly. He wanted to know the whole story, but bingxia beat him a Tai Chi and perfunctorily.

"Well, thank you, uncle Fu." Bingxia sips porridge and glances at Uncle Fu standing in front of him.

Her eyes were moist, and she was very moved. When she missed the meal at Bing's house, no one would specially make it for her. She often made some food by herself, and the servants in her family had never been so kind.