Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 558 The Wife's Ugly Husband (17)

Wu Zejun's face was instantly pale as paper.

Wang Zejun lowered his head, hiding the flashing smile in his eyes.

"Wife master, brother Wu has worked so hard for the mansion for so many years, and he has made great achievements. Wife master should reward brother Wu in a good way."

After receiving such great news, Wang Fangjun even felt that even if his wife and Lord Wu attended the palace banquet this time, he would not be overly angry.

Wu Zhejun and he entered the door with both feet, but since Wu Zhejun came in, he has been in charge of the internal affairs of the second room. He has tried countless times, but he has not been able to intervene.

now--

Thinking of this, he quickly lowered his head, with a wider smile on his face.

"My wife, I—"

Wu Zejun's face was pale, full of fear: "My wife, did Yusheng do something wrong?"

Wu Feng, courtesy name Yusheng, the Wu family is a scholarly family, most of the direct descendants of the Wu family have characters in addition to their names, even men are no exception.

He didn't ask his wife to treat him like Yao Shijun, and the former Huang Choujun and Liu Shijun. After all, the love of a woman is as illusory to him as a mirror.

In this mansion, the only thing he wants to hold in his hands is the dignity of the housekeeper.

But just now, his dignity was gone.

"Mr. Wu, don't think too much. You didn't do anything wrong. It's just that Zhengjun has already entered the door. The internal affairs should be in charge of Zhengjun. You have worked hard in the mansion for many years. I always know that after three days, the palace banquet, Zhengjun If you are sick, you can go with me."

Hearing the words, Mr. Wu Chou was speechless, and then nodded slightly after a long while.

If it was just now, he would be extremely happy if the wife master said such a thing.

But right now, he was not happy at all.

In his opinion, the fact that the wife-lord is willing to take him to the palace banquet is just compensation for taking away his right to be a housekeeper.

He would rather have the power of steward than this flashy banquet qualification.

After Mingyu confessed a few words, she turned around and walked towards the door.

"My wife, it's getting late, don't you stay with Brother Wu?"

Seeing that his wife was about to leave, Wang Fangjun asked for some reason.

Hearing this, Mingyu paused to look back, and frowned slightly: "Your Excellency, let's rest as soon as possible, I'll go to the study."

"Yes."

The two saluted Mingyu and watched her leave.

Wu Choujun clenched his teeth, resisting the soreness in his heart, and turned his head to look at Wang Chuangjun.

At this moment, he even wondered if the person in front of him had gotten some news a long time ago and came here specially to see his joke.

Wang Zhejun was really happy in his heart, and the smile on his face couldn't hold back. He didn't have any idea about the power of the housekeeper, but everyone is the wife's side. This is really good news for him.

"Stop accompanying Brother Wu, don't worry too much about housekeeping, Brother Wu, I think it won't be long before the wife-lord finds out that Zhengjun has no ability to manage the house, our second room's internal affairs will still go back to brother, after all Brother's ability to manage the family has been praised by the entire Hefu and even the entire Wangjing."

"Thank you brother for your comfort!"

Every word of Mr. Wu's words has deep meaning in his eyes.

Wang Fangjun even felt that what he said was gnashing his teeth.

Knowing that Wu Zejun was in a bad mood, he hurriedly said goodbye, covered his lips and suppressed a smile, and left.

When he left and only Wu Zejun was left in the room, he couldn't bear it any longer and threw his arms in front of him, only to be pushed to the ground by his neatly trimmed flower pots.

There was a loud "crash", and the worried voice of the servant boy outside the door sounded immediately.

"My lord, what's the matter?"

"nothing!"

Wu Zhejun's voice seemed to come from between his teeth, and the servant boy outside the door felt chills all over his body: "Go and call You Dalai."

(End of this chapter)