Lovely wife with amnesia: mistakenly provoked the president of cleanliness

The next day, when Gu Xiaoyu woke up, it was already close to noon. Zhang Ma and the maids came back. She couldn't remember how she got to the bed. She was dizzy after a hangover, and her eyelids were too heavy to lift. Woke up and took a shower to wake up a lot.

When Gu Xiaoyu went downstairs, she happened to see Luoying wiping the table with one hand and rubbing her waist with the other. Gu Xiaoyu didn't know what she was talking about. When Gu Xiaoyu got closer, she heard that she was swearing, and the object of the scolding was Xing Kun.

"Have you been exercising too much?" Gu Xiaoyu raised an eyebrow and laughed at her.

Luoying stared back at her, when Lu Yichen was not around, she and Gu Xiaoyu were like little sisters, but if Lu Yichen was around, then she would have to take it easy.

"Did I laugh at you the first time you couldn't get out of bed?"

"Do you dare to say that you are not laughing in your heart?"

Luoying was speechless, and continued to work while supporting her waist.

Gu Xiaoyu suppressed a smile, ate a meal that I don't know if it should be called breakfast or lunch, took the bait and went to the yard to feed the fish, after a while, the door opened, Gu Xiaoyu thought it was Lu Yichen who came back, and suddenly raised her head, It was a girl who came in, and a trace of imperceptible disappointment flashed in her eyes.

As soon as Lu Shuyan stepped in, he was stunned, rubbed his eyes, and made sure that what he saw was not a hallucination.

When did this yard become so beautiful?

And a swing?

Lu Shuyan sat on the swing and swung a few times. When he realized that there were two swings, he showed a wicked smile.

Gu Xiaoyu found that this person didn't look like a guest, but someone who had a good relationship with Lu Yichen and was very familiar with his family. Besides Lan Yingying, how many women besides Lan Yingying?

"Hey, the new one?"

Gu Xiaoyu was worrying that Lu Yichen had too many peach blossoms when she suddenly heard someone calling her.

newcomer?

Like an ancient emperor choosing a concubine, is she a new concubine?

"I just want you to come here." Seeing that she was in a daze, Lu Shuyan tickled her fingers.

Gu Xiaoyu put down the bait and walked over. Lu Shuyan asked straight to the point, "Is there a mistress living here?"

Gu Xiaoyu was taken aback, this person couldn't really be one of Lu Yichen's peach blossoms, and he came here to inquire about the crime, right?Would it be miserable if she said that she was the one who lived in recently?

"Say it, you."

"Yes... There is one." Looking at her, she probably didn't know that Gu Xiaoyu was, so Gu Xiaoyu decided to talk casually, as long as she didn't say that the person was herself.

"Ha!" Lu Shuyan happily swung on a high swing. After stopping, he asked Gu Xiaoyu, "Where is my sister-in-law?"

"Sister-in-law?" Gu Xiaoyu was confused by her words, but heard some information from it, "Are you Lu Shuyan?"

"You're really new here, hasn't Mama Zhang taught you the rules yet?" Lu Shuyan was obviously very dissatisfied with Gu Xiaoyu's ignorance of himself. When did my brother's standard for recruiting servants become so low? "Go and pour me a glass of juice." .”

Gu Xiaoyu took a closer look, and the girl in front of her did indeed have a little similarity with Lu Yichen. Knowing that she was Lu Yichen's younger sister, and not his rumored girlfriend, Gu Xiaoyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and went into the room to pour juice.

"Miss Gu, what do you want to drink, I'll make it." Seeing her take out the juice machine, Zhang's mother quickly brought the things over, but she couldn't let Mr. Lu know.

"What does Lu Shuyan like to drink?" Gu Xiaoyu looked at a basket of various fruits, a little embarrassed, she forgot to ask her.

"Miss Lu is here?"

"Well, outside."

Mama Zhang went out to have a look. Gu Xiaoyu was still picking out the fruit to be squeezed, when suddenly a person came up on her, and Lu Shuyan called her "sister-in-law" from behind.