Crippled Master's Young Wife

In the guest room, Xia Ling looked at her empty bed with a dull face.

Who will tell her where the quilt on the bed has gone?

He hurried out of the room and hurried downstairs. Xia Ling knocked on Zhang Ma's door.

When the door opened, mother Zhang still smiled kindly, "young lady, what's up?"

"Mom Zhang, why is the quilt missing in my room?"

How can she sleep without a quilt?

"Oh, madam, I'm so sorry. I forgot to tell you. In the evening, I went to your room to clean the table for you and accidentally spilled water on your quilt, so..."

After a pause, mother Zhang continued, "also, the door lock of your room seems to be broken, and I haven't had time to report for repair. It's not safe for a girl to live in the house at night. Young lady, you and the young master are married and shouldn't sleep in separate rooms. It's better to sleep in the young master's room tonight."

This is from the old lady.

She has to do it.

Xia Ling: "

Why did she smell an unusual smell?

Will mother Zhang spill water on her quilt?

Why doesn't she believe it?

"Young lady, it's getting late. I'm old and can't help staying up late. I'll go to bed first."

Zhang Ma yawned, smiled apologetically at Xia Ling, and closed the door all at once.

Xia Ling: "

So she has nowhere to sleep tonight?

Can only go to the master bedroom?

Xia Ling ran all over the villa, turning over the quilt in each room, but she didn't find anything.

Hoo!

Isn't the Fu family very rich?

Why don't you even prepare extra quilts?

Xia Ling grabbed her hair, went to her room, twisted it, and found that the door lock was broken.

There was no way. Xia Ling could only walk slowly outside the master bedroom and knocked on the door with a little hesitation.

Anyway, she can't help sleeping.

See if Fu Yunting will take her in.

"Who?"

"It's me."

A moment later, the door was opened. Fu Yunting looked inquisitively at Xia Ling, "what's the matter?"

"Well, can I stay in this house tonight?"

Xia Ling hardened her head and said, "Mom Zhang said that the quilt in my house was wet by her, so I..."

Fu Yunting: "...."

The quilt was wet by Zhang's mother?

Why doesn't he believe it?

Grandma must have done it again.

Fu Yunting was angry and funny. He glanced at the cramped woman and suddenly felt a sense of teasing.

"I don't like sleeping with people. You'll freeze in that house all night."

Hearing this, Xia Ling hurriedly said, "I can sleep on the sofa. Don't worry, Mr. Fu. I sleep well and won't disturb you."

"No." Fu Yunting continued to refuse.

"Why not?"

Xia Ling summoned up her courage. "Anyway, I'm also the young grandmother you married back. You can't do this to me. If you tell me, your Fu family will be crowned with the name of a harsh new daughter-in-law."

Is it easy for her to sleep?

I just hope this man doesn't keep away from oil and salt.

The light in the corridor is dim and yellow, reflecting a soft halo, which makes the woman in front of her more beautiful.

Fu Yunting narrowed his eyes and a trace of interest flashed in his eyes. "Fu's new daughter-in-law? Who admitted it? I clearly said that you were the maid I bought!"

Did the little wildcat start to shine its claws?

In this way, she seems to be more interesting.

"Yes, you said that, but grandma also told me that if you dare to bully me, she will decide for me."

Xia Ling's clear eyes moved slightly, yawned and pushed into the room, "regardless, even if I'm a maid, I have human rights. Now I'm so sleepy. If you don't let me sleep on the sofa, I'll sleep on the bed!"

With that, Xia Ling went straight to the bed, lay on the bed, closed his eyes and began to pretend to sleep.