Quickly wear the hero, you got the wrong script

Chapter 130 A Passionate Tsing Yi Actor x Miss Foreign Opera Fan (4)

Chu Xia sneered: "No need."

The little servant sneered: "Miss Chu, don't make it difficult for us to be servants."

"Difficult?" Chu Xia glanced at him lightly, then turned the bracelet on his hand, "Since you already know that you are a servant, then who gave you the ability to say that I made things difficult for you?"

The smile on the servant's face froze, and he held back his smile, as if threatening: "Miss Chu, I have been with the young master for over ten years, even if you become our young wife in the future, you still have to listen to our young master. "

"Really?" Chu Xia took two steps forward and suddenly slapped him away. The boy's head was hit to the side and he didn't recover for a long time.

Chu Xia rubbed his numb hands, and looked arrogantly: "No matter how long you have been with Wang Qingyuan, you are still a servant, and a servant must act like a servant, even if Wang Qingyuan is here, I will still beat you." Not wrong."

The boy gritted his teeth and stared at her angrily.

Wen Yang handed over a piece of handkerchief, Chu Xia took it, lowered his head and carefully wiped the right hand of the person who just beat him.

After wiping it back and forth twice, he threw the handkerchief to the side, and glanced at him lightly: "Are you still going?"

The boy was so angry that his chest heaved violently, but he turned and left without saying a word.

Chu Xia brushed her hair and leaned against the pillar.

Wen Yang stood half a step behind her, staring at her hand, and asked with concern: "Miss, does your hand hurt?"

Chu Xia moved her fingers and still felt a little numb. She covered her lips and yawned: "It's not bad."

Wen Yang smiled lightly and shook his head: "Miss is still the same as before, and she can't bear any grievances."

"Why should I be wronged?" Chu Xia asked back.

Wen Yang laughed out loud: "My lady, you are not in country M anymore."

"Don't say it's here," Chu Xia stomped her feet lightly, "Even in Chu's house, if anyone tries to antagonize me, I will hit him without fail."

Wen Yang stopped talking, and looked at her dotingly.

Chu Xia was getting a little impatient waiting: "Where is Meng Huaisheng? Why aren't you playing yet?"

There was also a commotion downstairs, talking about when Meng Huaisheng would play.

I just waited for a long time, but instead of Meng Huaisheng, the head of the troupe came.

"Guys, I'm sorry, Huaisheng is not feeling well today and cannot go on stage. Please come back another day."

As soon as these words came out, there was a lot of complaints from below.

"what's up?"

"I've been looking forward to him being on stage for so long, why is it gone again?"

Wen Yang asked, "Miss?"

"Go back." Chu Xia turned to leave, but was suddenly stopped by a boy.

"Miss Chu, my husband invites you to come over."

"Your husband?"

"Meng Huaisheng."

Chu Xia raised her eyebrows: "Oh? Let's go then."

The child bent slightly and made a gesture of invitation: "Please come with me."

Wen Yang frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

When we reached the backyard, the little boy stopped and said, "Miss Chu, my husband said he would only see you alone."

Chu Xia waved to Wen Yang: "Wait here."

"Miss," Wen Yang quickly called to stop her, "Meng Huaisheng is a grown man after all, it's not polite."

"Wen Yang, how long have you been back and you have been assimilated?"

"Miss"

"Needless to say, just wait here."

Chu Xia crossed the threshold with her skirt in hand, entered the yard, and knocked on the door.

"Just open the door and come in."

The sound is gentle and crisp, like the impact of jade stones, very pleasant to hear.

It's worthy of singing.

(End of this chapter)