Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 589 The Wife's Ugly Husband (48)

On the day of Ye Wushuang's birthday, the sky was clear.

Mao Shizhong.

There were footsteps outside the bedroom in the main house of Lanyuan.

Ye Wushuang on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in them.

"Can Zhengjun get up?"

Hearing Zong'er's voice outside the door, the vigilance in his eyes gradually dissipated: "Come in."

As soon as his words fell, Zong'er pushed the door open and entered.

"Zhengjun, happy birthday! Today is really a good day. Since just now, the magpies on the treetops in the yard have been screaming non-stop!"

Zong'er was full of smiles. He put the wooden basin filled with clear water on the shelf in the room, dipped in a wet handkerchief, washed it, wrung it dry and handed it to Ye Wushuang.

While Ye Wushuang was cleaning her face, she heard him say with regret again: "It's just that the second lady didn't know what happened and left the house early in the morning. Today is the Lord's birthday!"

Hearing this, Ye Wushuang paused when he wiped his face, and soon returned to normal. He seemed to have no intention of asking Zong'er: "Second Miss left the house early in the morning?"

"That's right, the second young lady left the mansion at Maoshi, and I don't know what's going on!"

"Oh."

Handing the cleansing veil to Zong'er, Ye Wushuang's expression was terrifyingly calm.

Zong'er sensitively noticed that the temperature in the room had dropped a little bit, and after serving Ye Wushuang for many days, he knew that Zhengjun was not happy.

Thinking of this, he quickly lowered his head, covering up the flash of narrowing in his eyes.

The second lady is really amazing!

In just a few days, Zhengjun, who was once so heartbroken, could make Zhengjun care so much. I'm afraid it won't be long before he has the opportunity to serve his young master.

"Zhengjun has nothing to do, so I will leave first. Later, I will ask someone to bring breakfast to Zhengjun."

After serving Ye Wushuang cleansing his face, rinsing his mouth and washing his hands, Zong Er bowed and left as usual.

"Go."

Ye Wushuang's voice was still very calm, but when Zong'er's figure disappeared into the room, his expression instantly turned cold, and his eyes were filled with cold light.

[Wushuang, I’ve asked about it. It’s your birthday the day after tomorrow. It’s already too late to be in the house this year. Can I take you out? 】

The words are still in my ears!But the person who spoke disappeared early in the morning on his birthday.

Damn!

His teeth were itching with hatred, and the violence in his heart was as high as ever.

He took out a fan from the bedside, got up and walked out the door towards the plane tree in the southeast of the courtyard. When he got close, he tied the fan to the branch with a red string, and then stood with his hands behind his back. The broad sycamore leaves overlook the distance.

The air in the morning is fresh and beautiful, the magpies on the treetops are chirping non-stop, and the darkness and cruelty in my heart seem to have dissipated a lot.

He stood quietly under the tree for a while, and Zong'er's anxious voice came from behind him.

"Zhengjun, I guessed that you are here, you are hanging the fan again!"

Ye Wushuang likes fans, and everyone in the whole family knows that except Zong'er, no one knows that he also likes to hang fans. Every once in a while, almost in the morning, Zhengjun will hang a fan on a tree, Then wait around noon to pick it up.

"Ah."

Ye Wushuang nodded, still with a trace of coldness in his eyes.

Zong'er turned his head to look behind him, nodded and turned around: "Zhengjun, breakfast is ready, let's go eat."

"Ah."

It was the word "um" again. Zong'er just felt that his lord really cherished words like gold this morning, and he smiled in his heart. He led the way, and the two of them rushed to the dining hall.

(End of this chapter)