C3

For the next few days, Qiao Anzhi did not see Fu Siming return.

These days, she was resting in this villa, in a place she didn't know whether to call home or not.

All the furnishings in his room were a dazzling red that made her feel uncomfortable. Was her previous aesthetic actually like this?

Most importantly, while he said they were husband and wife, the room she lived in didn't even have a single man's outfit, nor did it have any men's articles of clothing. There was only one pillow on the bed. It didn't look like a couple's room.

"When she came down the stairs, she heard the servants whispering to each other." It can't be? Did he really lose his memory? "

"I don't think so. You won't forget what she did to us? "Pretending to be a lady from a noble family, venting your anger on us if we meet any misfortune. I wonder what you're pretending to be this time!"

A few female servants were gathered together, their mouths chattering. However, they did not notice that Qiao Anxiao had already walked behind them.

"You all …"

Hearing Qiao Anjiao's voice, the few of them were frightened and quickly shut their mouths. They lined up with their heads lowered, not daring to look at her.

"Madam, we know we're at fault, you …" The female servant was trembling in fear as she repeatedly apologized.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember anything from the past."

A few female servants raised their heads and looked at Qiao Anxiao with surprise. How could they have thought that such a woman could say the words "I'm sorry"?

"If I've done anything wrong before, I hope you'll forgive me, or just tell me, and I'll change."

Qiao Anxian really couldn't stand the atmosphere. In such a big villa, she didn't know anyone. The servants were the only ones left in the house.

"Madam, we dare not ask you to change it. "You haven't recovered yet, you should go upstairs to rest."

With that, the servants went to do their own things.

Qiao Anyun dejectedly went back to his room and laid on his bed. He desperately tried to recall the past, but in the end, other than a severe headache, he could not think of anything else.

"Am I really, Joanna?"

She sat up abruptly and looked at her face in the mirror. She then looked at the photo placed in the room. It was clearly the same person. However, she still felt that it wasn't real, especially those flirtatious movements in the photos. Was that really something she could do?

After a few more days of this, when he still had not returned, Joanna gradually became more harmonious with the servants, and they were no longer as afraid of her as they had been before.

"Do you think Madame came back a different person this time?"

"That's right, that day when I went upstairs to bring her milk, she actually said thank you to me!"

"That's right! Yesterday I was watering the flowers when my wife was walking in the garden and she smiled at me and called me by my name. "

The servants gathered, talking back and forth about the differences they had recently discovered between Joanna and him.

"Cough cough, what are you all talking about!?" If you don't work properly, will Mr Fu hire you guys to chat? "

As soon as the steward shouted, they spread out to work, but there were still whispers coming from their mouths.

Joanna heard the sound and came out of the room.

"I'm so sorry, ma'am, I woke you up." The butler said in a serious tone.

"Steward Zheng, don't be so reserved." "In fact, they are very serious at work. Occasionally when they have free time, it doesn't matter if they get together to chat."

"After all, this is the rule that Teacher has set down."

"The rules can be changed as well. He's not here right now."

"…"

Steward Zheng felt a little helpless. His wife's temper had changed so quickly that she had been caught off guard.

The butler nodded again and again. Before he could recover, he heard Qiao Anyun say, "I heard that your culinary skills are exceptionally good. I wonder if I could ask you for guidance?"

Steward Zheng was stunned for a moment. Wife wanted to ask him for guidance on cooking?

"Yes …" Is it inconvenient? "