Your Miss Su is blackened

Su Ling'er spoke at this time, and looked at him with grievances: "Brother Mo Xing, don't blame the servant, it was my sister who asked her to do this, how dare she disobey the master's words..."

Hearing this, An Tong pursed his lips.

She glanced at the woman leaning on her husband's arms, and always felt that what she said was inappropriate.

But the husband seems to love her very much.

Moreover, she is still a servant with little right to speak, so she didn't say much.

Fu Moxing was planning to leave with Su Ling'er in his arms.

But it seemed that he suddenly thought of something, he glanced towards the second floor, and asked in a low voice, "Where is she?"

An Tong hurriedly said: "Sir, are you asking your wife? My wife was frightened and is resting in her room now."

He sneered coldly: "If you have the ability to hurt people like this, will you still be frightened?"

An Tong was speechless.

Isn't it right that Mr. thinks it's his wife? !
Fu Mo didn't wait for An Tong to say anything, he hugged Su Ling'er and walked towards the entrance.

It seems that for every minute of delay, his sweetheart will suffer for an extra minute.

When the man left the villa, the ambulance just arrived.

She was put on a stretcher, tears still flowing.

Fu Moxing got into the ambulance and went to the hospital.

In the villa of No. [-] Famous Mansion, it was completely quiet.

Upstairs in the bedroom, Su Guan stood at the window and witnessed Fu Moxing's meticulous care of Su Ling'er throughout the whole process, and twitched the corners of his lips ironically.

……

the next day.

When Su Wan went downstairs, An Tong had already prepared breakfast.

She went into the dining room, sat down to eat as usual, and said nothing about what happened yesterday.

An Tong was vaguely worried: "Madam, sir yesterday..."

She was interrupted by the woman before she finished speaking: "Okay, Aunt An, after I said something about him, you don't need to mention it in my ear. You can go to work and let me have breakfast quietly."

"Yes, ma'am."

After An Tong responded, he silently exited the restaurant.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps.

Fu Moxing is back.

He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, it seemed that he hadn't changed all night, probably didn't take a shower, and just spent the whole night guarding his sweetheart in the hospital.

Seeing that he was going to the dining room, An Tong hurriedly said: "Sir, my wife just woke up, let's talk about something after she has breakfast. I'm not in a hurry, are I?"

Fu Moxing glanced at the location of the restaurant, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

Finally, the man walked over to the sofa and sat down.

He lit a cigarette.

An Tong was a little worried. After pouring him a cup of tea, he tentatively said, "Sir, why don't you go change your clothes first? You should change your clothes and the wife's breakfast will be ready."

The man frowned and looked at her: "Don't you think you are too much a servant?"

"You are angry at me. Aunt An is getting old, why are you angry at her?!" These words came from Su Wan, and the voice came from the restaurant.

But when he looked up, he could only see her back.

The woman seems to be still sitting and eating breakfast, her movements are still graceful.

An Tong smiled, smoothed things over and said: "It's okay, it's okay, Mr. is right, I'm taking care of it too much."

There was no embarrassment on her face.

I just thought in my heart, hey, I was talking too much and offended my master.

But the husband is so angry, I am afraid that he will quarrel with his wife again later.

She has served many wealthy families over the years, and she has never seen any hostess who always has such a cold attitude towards the hostess, and she doesn't know what kind of deep hatred there is.