In the evening, Lian Chun sat on the main seat of the sofa, his face languidly making tea.

Next to the rest of the expressionless service.

The housekeeper ordered the servants to clean up and kept an eye on the reaction of the two men here.

He still hasn't called the master, because he has been thinking for a long time. The owner of this mansion is the one in front of him. If he contradicts him now, he will die miserably.

Why don't we just do that? When the master comes, he explains that his bodyguard threatened him. If he made a phone call, it would be very unlucky, so he didn't dare

"My host wants to eat pumpkin porridge. The pumpkin needs to use the pumpkin of caizhou. The porridge needs the millet of Qingzhou. The water needs the clear spring water of Qingshan. Now you can arrange someone to cook it."

When the steward was frightened, he heard a voice coming from the top of his head. It was cold without any emotion, which almost scared him to death.

He turned stiffly and pulled out a flattering smile. "We have a special..."

Xifang punched him in the stomach, and his face showed a sinister expression. "Do what I say, or I will kill you. My master will be the master here, and it won't be difficult to kill you."

The housekeeper covered his stomach with pain, and his face turned blue and purple, "you are too deceiving!"

Xifang grabbed him by the neck and threatened, "believe it or not, I can be you now. I'm buried in the back garden. Do you think your master will be guilty to my master because you are a servant?"

"I'll find the material now!" The housekeeper shouted out.

"Let the servants go. You stay. Within an hour, our master will have porridge."

"Good!"

The housekeeper patted his chest with lingering palpitations. Fortunately, he had an hour.

He covered his stomach with pain and ran away. These two were terrible!

Xifang looks at his back, takes out a paper towel and wipes his hands, turns and enters the living room.

"Sir, it has been settled."

"Well."

Dusk Lian Chun sits on the sofa and holds his head lazily. "You say, what expression will my uncle look like when he sees me?"

“……” Xifang doesn't speak because he knows that the host likes to ask and answer himself.

"Will it be a surprise? I'm looking forward to it."

An hour later, the housekeeper asked the nanny to hurry up and deliver the pumpkin porridge.

Mu Lianchun is sitting on the sofa with porridge. If he doesn't guess wrong, he will be able to see the so-called relatives in a few minutes.

Sure enough, three minutes later, a luxury car came in, one by one, supporting the old man out.

The brows of a group of people are frowning, no one can be happy.

When the housekeeper saw them enter the living room, he hurried up, "master......"

He had some tears in his eyes. He really saw his family!

This evening even Chun is too horrible!

It would be terrible for such a man to be the master of the twilight family, even though he is lame.

In the dusk, the steward nodded his head wearily. He wanted to talk but stopped. Forget it. This should be seen.

"Even in the evening?" He was the first person in the evening to see him. He was angry, but he held back.

In the evening, lianrun was silent. He had not seen this cousin for seven or eight years.

They all forgot the existence of this man, and now he is back.

And the whole body with a gloomy air, looks very unpleasant.

Still that sentence, although he is a lame, no threat, but, feel very troublesome.