Mengbao came to the door: Dad is uglier than you

Hawthorne shuddered suddenly, "Ah-choo!"

Immediately afterwards, she sneezed and rubbed her nose.

Well done, how could she sneeze.

She thought, and took another look at the surrounding environment. She just fell asleep last night, but after waking up, she changed her home. Sheng Rong told her that it was because someone threw herself into the artificial lake of the original villa. It was poisoned, and all the koi inside died. I was worried that the poisoned lake would harm her, so I changed the place overnight.

Hawthorne was holding a flower in his hand, picking off petals one by one, feeling a little bored.

"Ma'am, Lord told me to put on a coat for you." The servant's soft voice sounded next to his ears, followed by a coat.

Hawthorne laughed dumbly, and pulled off the coat at once, feeling very helpless, "In the current weather, even if I—even if I have a miscarriage, it is not necessary to wear a coat like this of."

The servant said, "It's my master's order."

Her expression was very stubborn and persistent, and there was even a little hidden fear in that persistence.

Hawthorne noticed it, but felt a little strange. In her memory, Sheng Rong was a very good-tempered person. How could his servants be afraid of him?
"Where is the computer, have you brought it?"

Hawthorne had no choice but to let the servant put on his coat.

Fortunately, it was only a thin silk coat, otherwise, she would die of heat in the garden on this hot day.

The servant hesitated for a moment, "Master said that Madam's body still needs a good rest, and she is not suitable for work."

After hearing this, Hawthorne frowned, "I'm almost growing hair, besides, I just sit and write, it won't be too long."

The servant glanced at Hawthorne's face, and that glance was secretly. Hearing what she said, he hurriedly said, "Madam told me personally, maybe I will agree to it, and I always make requests to Madam. All satisfied."

Her words seemed to remind Hawthorne.

Hawsang frowned, but she didn't understand why she frowned, she just didn't understand why Sheng Rong didn't let her use the computer?
It's not like a few decades ago, when computers were still a scarce item, but now computers are just ordinary household items.

Hawthorne felt very uncomfortable, but he still nodded.

The servant pushed Hawthorne towards the study.

The door of the study was closed tightly, Sheng Rong seemed to have some important matters to deal with, there were still two bodyguards in black standing outside the study today, and the two bodyguards in black didn't show any expression when they saw Hawthorne coming .

In the study room, the spring breeze was blowing on Sheng Rong's face, but what was different from his expression was the people sitting on the chairs in the conference room with their heads lowered, tremblingly waiting for him to speak.

Hawthorne's knock on the door happened to break the silence in the study, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief at this moment.

Sheng Rong glanced at Asen, and Asen immediately understood, turned around and went out to the door.

The figure of Hawthorne sitting in the wheelchair is extremely clear and eye-catching.

A Sen lowered his head and glanced at Hawthorne, and greeted him respectfully, "Ma'am, I'll go and inform you right away."

Hawthorne saw that Arsen's face was much more gloomy than before.

Ordinary people would not be able to bear such a thing. Hawthorne thought of A Sen being drugged and then having a relationship with that cook.

The cook didn't seem to follow here this time.

After Asen entered, he lowered his head and whispered something next to Sheng Rong, and the smile on Sheng Rong's face deepened a little.

The coldness in his eyes dissipated a bit, he stood up, glanced at the men under him, and said lightly, "I have raised you for so many years, if you are trash, you might as well die gone."

After speaking, he walked out of the study.

As soon as Sheng Rong left, the men in black suits in the study all showed panic on their faces, and they all looked at Asen in unison.

A Sen had a cold face, and glanced at these people, "When Xing Chenyou found out the whereabouts of Huo Sang, that's when you don't need to stay in this world."

After saying that, he also walked out.

A group of people in the room were left terrified.

"What's the matter?" Sheng Rong naturally took Hawsang's wheelchair from the servant, and then pushed her towards the garden.

"I just came back from the garden." Seeing that he was going to the garden again, Hawthorne said directly, feeling a little annoyed.

Sheng Rong paused, "Then where do you want to go?"

His voice was still like a spring breeze, but Hawthorne couldn't recognize it when he heard it, but there was a trace of fear in his heart.

"It's nothing, I'm too bored, and an idea for a new book has popped up in my mind in the past two days, and I want to write it down quickly." Huo Sang looked at Sheng Rong, she had to get a computer.

Sheng Rong frowned, then glanced at Hawsang, and said regretfully, "You're not in good health yet."

"Okay, it's definitely okay, I'm fine." Hawthorne said firmly.

Sheng Rong looked at her dotingly, as if he was helpless by her stubbornness, he shook his head, "Well, I really can't do anything about you."

He reached up to rub Hawthorne's hair.

Hawthorne dodged subconsciously, and at the moment of dodging, she was a little dazed.

Then she saw the astonishment on Sheng Rong's face, and felt that it was not good for her to dodge like this just now, so she hurriedly said, "I'm just not used to it..."

Sheng Rong's hand paused in mid-air, then landed on Hawsang's head again, and rubbed it lightly.

But Hawsang's hair grows very soft, no matter how much he rubs her hair, her hair will not be messed up. Sheng Rong likes this kind of texture. He watched his white fingers shuttle back and forth in her black hair, and the hair on his face His smile deepened unconsciously.

Huo Sang was really not used to others touching his hair, but when he looked up and saw Sheng Rong having fun, he frowned, thought for a while, forget it, he is his husband, and he is not someone else.

husband……

When this word flashed in her mind, her heart beat faster and she felt a little flustered. She subconsciously rushed her head forward, and Sheng Rong's hand finally moved away from her head.

"Sangsang, I really like you." Sheng Rong was not angry, said with a smile, and pushed Huo Sang to a study specially arranged for her.

Of course there is a computer in the study, which was prepared by Sheng Rong for Hawsang long ago.

Hawthorne liked writing, so of course she was happy when she saw the computer. She even felt that she hadn't settled down to write the stories in her heart for a long time.

Sheng Rong stayed with her in the study for a while, and A Sen went out to find something to do with him.

Hawthorne logged in to his previous social account, and as soon as he logged in, he found the avatar of his former editor friend flickering.