Luxury family's favor: BOSS's forbidden heart

Thinking of this, Ziqi slapped the dessert in her hand on the table, and then stood aside and ordered: "send the young master back to his room, and Fu Furong also sent him back to his room and let them lie in a bed."

After Huang puchong woke up, she really didn't know what to do with her, but when they were ready and cooked rice, Huang puchong shouldn't have so much to say.

Ziqi is a little nervous, but more excited.

The bodyguard standing on one side heard Ziqi's words clearly, but he couldn't believe what his ears heard.

He asked anxiously, "what did you say, madam?"

"Bring them into the room and let them lie together." Ziqi ordered again.

The bodyguard looked uneasy: "but, madam, if the young master knows, he will be unhappy. If the young master is unhappy, we will be finished."

Ziqi screwed off her eyebrows, looked coldly at the bodyguard on her side, and asked him in a cold voice, "what did you just call me?"

The bodyguard hesitated and said, "madam."

Ziqi's voice suddenly rose. She shouted to the bodyguard in front of her: "since you call me my wife, you can act quickly and do it according to my instructions. Speed up."

Although embarrassed, the bodyguard respectfully said, "yes."

Looking at the way Huang puchong and Fu Furong were carried away, Ziqi felt that the sea breeze was really cold, but even so, she didn't leave immediately.

But slowly ate the dessert and looked around. It was late.

After eating the last dessert, she reached out and cut her hair on her forehead. Then she got off the boat slowly.

No. 38 followed Ziqi, quietly as if she didn't exist.

Ziqi suddenly stopped. As soon as she looked back, she saw the dignified look of No. 38.

"No. 38, are you uncomfortable?" Ziqi asked strangely.

Number 38 kept shaking his head like a rattle.

"It's not uncomfortable. Why are you sad?" Ziqi asked her, "who bullied you? Tell me and I'll teach him a lesson."

In the face of Su Ziqi's heroic words, No. 38 was not half grateful. On the contrary, she sighed heavily.

The sudden sigh made Ziqi very uncomfortable.

Ziqi asked her, "why sigh? Don't you believe I can teach you a lesson?"

"No, madam." No. 38 looked worried: "you are treating the young master very much. The young master will be very uncomfortable. The young master obviously likes you very much, madam..."

"Shut up." now that she has done this, she will not regret it.

Listening to the worried words of No. 38, Ziqi only felt upset. She rushed to No. 38 and said, "don't mention these to me again. Let's go."

She turned and walked forward, letting the sea breeze mess her hair. She didn't know whether her heart was also confused, and whether it was right or wrong to do so.

Anyway, she has done it. If she wants to regret, she has no chance.

Ziqi was going back to her room, but she went to the door of Huangpu's room.

She stood outside his room, but did not go in. Instead, she lay on the door and eavesdropped.

Yes, she didn't realize that she was eavesdropping until she had made this move for a long time.

She was eavesdropping on what was going on in the room. She didn't know what she was expecting. Anyway, she was eavesdropping very seriously.

But I couldn't hear anything. It was quiet and terrible, which made Su Ziqi feel strange.

He was thinking that although Huang puchong was drunk, there was always a time to wake up. As soon as he woke up, there was a young girl next to him. She didn't believe he could stand it.

If something really happened to them, Fu Furong would be like her, and she would be like her, so she would have an excuse to completely refuse Huang puchong.

But she stayed there for nearly two hours, but she didn't hear anything.

I feel a little tired. Whether this thing can be done or not, anyway, she can't decide. She has done everything she can do. Next, it depends on the meaning of the Lord.

Ziqi yawned and was very sleepy. Now she wants to go back and have a good sleep.

No. 38 has been following behind her. As soon as she looked back, she saw the quiet No. 38 and was startled.

She realized that she had just been eavesdropping on the door of Huangpu for so long, and No. 38 had looked at her behind her for so long. It was embarrassing enough to think about it.

Ziqi turned back and rushed to order No. 38: "what you just saw, don't tell anyone, do you know?"

No. 38 nodded respectfully, "yes, madam."

Ziqi walked forward with satisfaction. Suddenly, there was a question from No. 38 behind her: "madam, don't you feel heartache?"

The inquiry came inexplicably. As soon as it broke into Ziqi's ear, Ziqi couldn't help but click.

Heartache? No, how could she feel heartache? What is her heartache?

Ziqi kept reminding herself that there was nothing to heartache about, but the more she reminded herself, the more she felt that there was no special taste in her heart.

She turned back, stared coldly at No. 38, and then asked her, "what's heartache?"

She was obviously unhappy. Her unhappiness was so obvious on her face, but No. 38 was a look of fear of death.

He said to Ziqi very seriously, "young master treats other women like this. Madam, don't you feel heartache and envy?"

Being asked, Ziqi was more and more unhappy.

She shouted at No. 38, "when did you learn to mind your own business?"

Being shouted by her, No. 38 probably realized that he was just a servant and immediately admitted his mistake anxiously: "I'm sorry, madam, I'm wrong, I'm wrong, I shouldn't talk much."

Ziqi said well, and then said, "in the future, you should learn to be smart, what to say and what not to say. You've had a brain."

The taught No. 38 had to lower his head and follow Ziqi behind, but Ziqi's new can't be calm.

The question of No. 38 makes her dislike listening, but it disturbs her heart. Doesn't she feel heartache, don't she care, and don't she envy?

Inexplicably uncomfortable in her heart, Ziqi turned back and looked at Huangpu's room. The light in the corridor was gray. It was very quiet and quiet as if nothing would happen.

But Ziqi's heart was beating restlessly. She stopped her steps and looked at No. 38 solemnly.

On the 38th, I thought I had just said something wrong and provoked my wife. My wife was going to punish her. She was frightened by her dignified eyes.

Then anxiously pleaded: "madam, I just talked too much. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. If you don't feel comfortable in your heart, punish me."