Madam leg hurts please hug

When Gong Yumo, who was drunk and unconscious, was sent to Mo Zhai in the wealth mansion, there was no one in the huge mansion.

It took a lot of effort for Zhou Linran to use Gong Yumo's fingerprint to unlock the door and enter the room. Looking at the drunken man slumped on the sofa, he sighed helplessly.

He took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, then found An Xiaoyue's number and dialed it.

At this moment, An Xiaoyue had dinner and took a shower, and was standing on the balcony with her soft hair hanging down, looking at the stars.

When I counted No.30 five, I was dizzy again and couldn't count, so I simply stopped counting.

Ding Lingling's phone rang, and she went back to her room to take a look at the caller. Most of the leisure time she had just counted stars dissipated in an instant, and she pressed the reject button without thinking.

The other party seemed to have no intention of giving up, but called one after another.

She picked it up helplessly, "Is there something wrong?"

"An Xiaoyue, I'm Zhou Linran." Zhou Linran sighed that the call was finally connected, and said, "Why is there no one at home? Yu Mo is drunk, so I sent him back."

Drunk?Didn't he never drink outside?
What's the fuss about?
"I'm at my parents' house tonight, and I won't be going back." An Xiaoyue said.

Zhou Linran glanced at the man slumped on the sofa. This is not the usual elegant and noble President Mo, it's just a puddle of mud!
Zhou Linran asked, "He's unconscious, are you sure you won't come back?"

"Call Tang Siyin, it's more suitable for Tang Siyin to go than me." I don't know if it was out of anger or what, An Xiaoyue hung up the phone after saying this.

She is only Gong Yumo's nominal wife now, how could he need her.

What's more, they were going to divorce soon, anyway, Tang Siyin was all he was thinking about, so it would be better to let Tang Siyin go to Mo's house directly.

On the other side, Zhou Linran heard the busy tone of "beep beep beep" in his ear, and the phone had been hung up.

He shook his head resignedly, he had no choice but to carry Gong Yu Mo's tall man up to the bedroom on the second floor, and then left the Mo residence after he finished his work.

The next morning, as soon as Sister Zhang entered the room, she found a black suit jacket scattered on the sofa, and she couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Except for his wife's habit of throwing things everywhere, the young master would never throw his clothes on the sofa at will.

Could it be that the wife is back?

At this moment in the room, the perennial biological clock made Gong Yumo endure the headache and opened his eyes.

He shook his drowsy head, and it took him a while to realize that he was in his bedroom. The scene of last night was still in his mind, but only before drinking with Zhou Linran.

As for what happened afterwards, and how he came back, he had no idea.

He sat up from the bed and found that he didn't even change his pajamas, he was still wearing yesterday's shirt and trousers.

The clothes were still stained with the strong smell of alcohol, and he couldn't help but frowned in disgust.

After taking a shower, changed into clean clothes and went downstairs, I happened to see that Sister Zhang's breakfast had already been served on the table.

"Master, is Madam up yet?" Sister Zhang asked casually.

Gong Yumo's hand holding the cuff buttons was slightly startled.

"Is the lady back?" he asked.

"Oh, that's my mistake." Sister Zhang smiled awkwardly, "I saw your clothes left on the sofa, and thought it was my wife who put them there."

Gong Yumo glanced at the wrinkled suit jacket on the sofa, walked to the dining table and sat down without speaking.

"Master, the suit you changed from the rain the night before yesterday has been washed and hung in the cloakroom for you." Sister Zhang came over to remind him.

"I forgot to tell you, that suit is already dirty, so don't throw it away." Gong Yumo said indifferently.

"It's okay young master, I've already washed it clean." Sister Zhang said again.

Gong Yumo's deep eyes dimmed, "Dirty things can't be cleaned no matter how you wash them. My wife doesn't like it, so throw them away."

Seeing that he insisted on throwing it away, Sister Zhang quickly agreed.She was just wondering, such a good set of clothes would cost hundreds of thousands, why did the young master throw them away as soon as he said so?

The world of the rich is really incomprehensible.

The wife is not here, the young master seems to have lost his appetite, and looks lost.

Sister Zhang asked hesitantly, "Master, there is something I don't know whether to ask or not."

"You said."

Sister Zhang thought for a while, and then asked, "Master, you and your wife, something is wrong these two days, are you having a conflict?"

She has been working here for three full years since the young master and his wife got married.

In the past three years, all she saw was the days when the two of them respected each other as guests. Occasionally, when the wife got angry, she just quarreled with the young master and lost her temper. The young master would not take it to heart, but would buy a gift or take his wife out to watch music. It will be coaxed.

The wife is also the kind of person who doesn't forget anything in her heart, her temper comes and goes quickly, and she still loves the young master afterwards.

It's just that she doesn't know what happened recently. Something seems to have changed between the young master and his wife.

In the past, the wife would never let the young master go out in the rain, nor would he let him get wet, let alone let him have a leg problem and let him go to work without paying attention.

Although I feel sorry for my wife and young master, she is only a servant, so I don't have much to say.

Gong Yumo sighed lightly, and said, "It's a little misunderstanding, she's playing tricks on me."

Hearing what Gong Yumo said, Sister Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, "I knew that there would be no major problems if the wife and the young master had such a good relationship. Said to pick you up from work. When I came back, I was soaked and my forehead was bruised."

"What did you say?" Gong Yumo's expression sank, and the fingers holding the cup unconsciously exerted force, "She went to pick me up the day before yesterday?"

"That's right, don't you know, master?"

Gong Yumo was silent for a while and said, "I had something to do when I went out the day before yesterday. I was not at the company and I didn't meet her. How did you get the injury on her forehead?"

"I'm not too sure about this. My wife didn't tell me. I just saw that she was fine before she went out that day, but she was bruised when she came back."

Sister Zhang thought for a while and said, "Master, you should understand that my wife's personality is like this. She doesn't like to talk about everything, so I think it's better for you to ask your wife face to face. Misunderstand."

"Okay, I see." Gong Yumo smiled at her, "Thank you, Sister Zhang."