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Actually, it wasn't that the soundproofing on the walls of the house wasn't good, it was that … Su Jingya shouted out too loudly.

However, Aunt Yun picked her ears and noticed a few small little maid s, who were only seventeen or eighteen years old, from the corner of her eyes. Hearing Su Jingya's miserable cry, two red clouds suddenly surfaced on her fair face, and her eyes became angry: "What are you doing, what are you doing? If you don't work properly, why are you blushing? You don't want a job? Don't break the vase or... Even if I sold you all, I wouldn't be able to afford it! "

When the few little maid heard this, their expressions became fearful and they immediately apologized, "Aunt Yun, I'm sorry, we didn't do it on purpose, but it was Madam Ling.

"It's obviously because you guys aren't hard at work, aren't you? You want to be lazy, and instead want to talk about the young mistress?" Do you want to die, or have you longed to die for a long time? Shut up, shut up, lock up, and work hard for me, or... I'll deduct all of your wages! " Aunt Yun bellowed, her face was sullen.

The little maid was shocked, but she had always known that the Aunt Yun was gentle, so she said these words to them as a threat. She pouted her small mouth, ignoring the ear-piercing scream, and continued to work diligently.

Aunt Yun urged them on for a while. Finally, she turned around and quickly went to the kitchen. She instructed the aunt who was cleaning the kitchen in a low voice, "Sister-in-law Li, the Young Master Lord and the Young Mistress' dinner is still warm. Wait in the kitchen for a while, I'll see if Master Young Master and Young Mistress can order a meal. If you order a meal, I'll have to trouble you to help me arrange one.

When Aunt Li heard that there was a overtime salary, he laughed and nodded his head, "Alright, then I won't bother to pack up right now, I'll prepare for Young Master for supper!"

The older you are, the less drowsy you are. You sleep four or five hours a day and wake up four or five in the morning. It's better to earn extra money than to have nothing to do.

At the end of the month, her granddaughter needed living expenses.

"You've worked hard!" As the Aunt Yun turned around to leave the kitchen, her mind was tangled with a question: That is … When would it be more appropriate to go upstairs?

And their Young Master Lord and Young Madam wouldn't fight for an entire night, right?

Just as he came out of the kitchen, Su Jingya's cries came again. Aunt Yun sighed, and spoke with a bit of complaint: "This Young Master is too much, I knew clearly that you were pregnant with child, but …." There was no restraint.

When it came to children, Aunt Yun felt even more helpless. In the Huangfu Courtyard, other than Zhao Yi and the others, she was the only one who knew the truth about the child.

Logically speaking, based on her understanding of Huangfu Yu, if Su Jingya wasn't carrying his child, the child would definitely be dead without a doubt. In the end, when they thought that Su Jingya could not protect the baby, Huangfu Yu actually said to wait a little longer.

The hidden meaning behind it, was probably something only Huangfu Yu knew. She had followed Huangfu Yu by his side for so many years, so she knew him very well. As for her, she could vaguely guess one reason, and that was: Forcefully sliding a fetus would cause great harm to a woman's body. Furthermore, Su Jingya had miscarried previously, so she was a little lacking. The walls were fragile and thin, and if they were to be aborted again, it was highly likely that they would never get pregnant again.

Maybe, the reason Huangfu Yu said to wait a little longer was because of this aspect.

In the end, he was still worried about her body.

To put it another way, their Young Master Lord had finally understood how to take care of a person, and also a woman.

In the room on the fifth floor of the main house, countless people's imaginations were running wild.

Su Jingya laid on the bed, and Huangfu Yu sat on the edge of the bed. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up high, and he held Su Jingya's feet, and placed them on his lap.

The strength of his fingertip was sometimes strong and sometimes it was small. When it was big, it was painful to the point that it was better to die than to live. When it was small, he could only feel that his acupuncture points were slightly numb, but when the strength was moderate, it was very comfortable.

But what made her angry was that he barely had the strength to do so, either to make her tears sob or to make her weak.

Su Jingya had kicked him many times, but all of them ended in failure.

Generally speaking, Huangfu Yu had learnt all sorts of self-defense techniques, such as how to prevent people from unknowingly dying in all kinds of complicated situations, in the shortest amount of time possible.

Huangfu Yu squinted his long and narrow black eyes, listening to his scream louder than a pig being butchered, the corner of his mouth hooked up faintly. "Su Jingya, you've been shouting for so long, yet your throat hasn't broken yet, tsk tsk, your future is limitless!"

When the incomparably sarcastic words fell into Su Jingya's ears, the flames in every cell of her body were ignited, burning valiantly.

She glared at Huangfu Yu, her large eyes filled with tears: "It hurts like you can't even speak while standing still! You actually used such a method to torture me! "

"Torture you?" Huangfu Yu raised his eyebrows, and dripped a few drops of essential oil onto his palm. He rubbed his palms together until they were hot, then stuck close to her calves and feet, "Using this method to torture you, you must be feeling really good!"

Hmph, he's grown up, but the first time he massaged a woman's feet, she actually made it sound like torture. Huangfu Yu's heart felt a little unbalanced.

If he couldn't even withstand this little bit of strength, then wouldn't he shatter other people's houses if he went outside and let others touch his feet?

Huangfu Yu patiently massaged her feet, seeing that she was screaming so miserably, her large eyes were red and swollen, and his long eyelashes even had crystal clear tears on them.

Therefore, Huangfu Yu used the strength from his fingers to lightly massage her. Previously, his strength had been a little too great. However, he was worried that his acupuncture points would be too light, so he was unable to reach the effect of a massage.

And the moment he used the power from his fingertips, Su Jingya immediately felt comfortable. She let out a stuffy snort, then half-closed her eyes, as if she would fall asleep in a short while.

Huangfu Yu thought that since she had woken up, she had not eaten anything, so he had not eaten anything. He quickly massaged her for a while, and while wiping the essential oil off his hands with a piece of paper, he ordered in a low voice, "Go take a bath first!"

Su Jingya, who was about to fall asleep, caught his movements quickly. After hearing his words, she instinctively sat up from the bed and asked in fear, "You … What are you trying to do? "

Huangfu Yu glanced at her in disdain: "Your legs are covered with oil. Think about it, whether you want to bathe, or wash the sheets, then make a decision!"

As he said these words, Huangfu Yu was already casually sitting on the sofa, crossed his legs, and his pitch-black eyes were tightly locked onto her, as though he was waiting for her reply.