When I arrived at the door of the bedroom, I saw Yuehua was making the bed inside, Chu Chuyan was sitting at the desk reading a book, and seeing Mo Siyu came back, he stood up: "It's over, it's hard work!"
With that said, he poured a cup of tea for her.
Mo Siyu looked at the extra quilt on the bed, holding tea: "What's going on?"
Yuehua turned around and said with a smile: "Master Chuyan said that he will move here to live with Mr. Yu in the future, so as not to be disturbed by irrelevant people when he is resting at night."
Thinking of Jiang Wenyin's nerves to him, Mo Siyu sneered twice: "Just move here to live with me, and Miss Jiang will kill me. If your young master is really broken by me in the future, why don't you I wonder if Miss Jiang will die in front of me."
Yuehua: "..."
Chu Chuyan: "..."
It was the first time Yuehua saw Mo Siyu's cold and angry face, she was a little confused: "When did Miss Biao want to kill you, Mr. Yu?"
Chu Chuyan's attention was all on the second half of Mo Siyu's sentence.
Breaking him or something, doesn't it sound a bit too ambiguous.
He clearly doesn't have any unreasonable thoughts about Brother Yu, and the person he likes is clearly a beautiful woman of national beauty.
Mo Siyu took a sip of tea, "You can ask Sun Qing and you will find out, so you don't have to say it out of my mouth, thinking it's extravagant.
It's just that the proud cousin of the Chu family made a knife with me today, and I let her go. If there is another time, I will not be polite.
Although I am easy to talk, it is not for no reason that I can be bullied at will. "
When Yuehua heard this, she was shocked.
Mr. Yu is the savior of the entire Chu family, not to mention the servants and the young master, even the wife and the head of the family are respectful to Mr. Yu, how can they be treated so rudely.
Yuehua blessed Fushen, "I'll go to Miss Sun to ask you clearly, and I will give you an explanation for this matter, Mr. Yu.
Don't be angry, Madam probably asked me to verbally warn Miss Biao today, causing Miss Biao to vent all her anger on you, Young Master Yu.
Tomorrow our wife will give you an answer, Mr. Yu.
It's getting late, Mr. Yu should be tired too, let's rest earlier. "
After finishing speaking, she hurried out of the bedroom and closed the door behind her.
Chu Chuyan didn't say anything, just stared at her for a moment.
Mo Siyu rolled his eyes at Chu Chuyan: "What are you looking at?"
Chu Chuyan raised his hand, stroked Mo Siyu's still red and swollen face, took out an egg wrapped in cotton cloth from his bosom, pressed it lightly on the red and swollen part of her face, and asked softly, "Does it still hurt?" pain?"
Mo Siyu's face was reddish. Although she was born with thin skin and tender flesh, she had been treated as rough and thick since she was a child, and her mother had applied various ointments. Care about the slap.
It didn't hurt anyway, and she had already forgotten about it afterwards, but she didn't expect Chu Chuyan to remember it.
It was the first time that someone treated her so meticulously, as if holding her in the palm of her hand and taking care of her, which made her a little uncomfortable. Although she was dressed as a man, she was a girl after all.
Moreover, this person was so close to her, his breath blended together, and the hot air brushed her cheeks, Mo Siyu's cheeks became hotter and hotter.
Chu Chuyan sensed something was wrong, and touched her cheek with cool fingertips, surprised: "Why is it getting redder and redder, does it still hurt?"
Mo Siyu: "..."
Isn't this person already bent?