Hi, My Adorable Sweet Wife

On the way back to Liyuan, the atmosphere in the car was extremely depressed.

Li Junche also guessed more or less where Ruan Mengmeng's silence came from.

But this situation, he himself is also confused, not knowing much more than Ruan Mengmeng.

There was no comfort, even ... he was a little worried.

The beautiful boy thought that if the woman named Yao Yuqing really conceived her brother's child.

What about marshmallows?

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The vehicle drove back to Liyuan soon.

At this time it was late at night, seeing the young ladies coming back, Zhao Shu who had been waiting at the door immediately went up to open the door.

The owners are not at home, and it is logical that the villa should be exceptionally quiet.

But now it is exactly the opposite. At the moment, the Liyuan Villa is a time when the lights are brilliant and lively.

Dozens of servant-like people are constantly in and out.

They carry or carry various furniture items in their hands.

Li Junche narrowed his eyes and asked, "Uncle Zhao, what's the matter?"

Uncle Steward wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was also helping out there and lowered his voice. "It's Zhang Bo and Wang Ma, they're here, and they're directing the people who came to the old house to rearrange the room."

Uncle Zhao is the steward of Li Yuan. Because of his seniority, he can only fight Zhang Bo now.

Like other servants, they must be called and called.

Although he may feel uncomfortable more or less, his attitude has been quite peaceful.

"Mr. Yao called back just now, and she will surely let Miss Yao stay. The old lady is not assured, and she will also live with her ... and prepares a nutritionist, a childbirth teacher, and the chef and old servants in the old house Bring it over. "

Uncle Zhao's words finally verified what Li Junche had been worried about.

He looked at Ruan Mengmeni subconsciously, and saw that she was standing behind Xiao Xi, and her hands were on Xiao Xi's shoulder.

A pair of soft apricot eyes looked at the hall so brightly and crowded.

The crystal chandelier in the villa reflected the colorful firelight in her clear eyes.

But at this moment, Li Junche felt that Ruan Mengmeng looked like he had lost his soul.

She stood here, still alive.

But the soul seems to be gone.

The young man wanted to say something comfortingly ... but just then, Zhang Bo's voice came from inside.

"Xiao Zhao, come here ... This crib is too heavy for two people to move, please come and help."

Uncle Zhao heard the call inside, and there was a complex emotion flashing under his eyes.

He smiled at the two masters and Ruan Mengmeng and nodded, and hurried toward them.

Ruan Mengmeng's gaze moved down from the shining crystal chandelier.

Falling on to Uncle Zhao quickly ran in, slightly embarrassed figure.

Uncle Zhao is a steward of Li Yuan, a professional British housekeeper. He has always taken care of their daily life with a gentle and gentle attitude.

He looks serious, but occasionally he has a lot of humor, and he really cares about each of them.

From a distance, watching Uncle Zhao run over, looked like Zhang Bo counted.

He also saw him take off his black tuxedo jacket and pull up the sleeves of a white shirt that was always neatly ironed and meticulous.

Together with two other young maids, move the European-style crib made of solid wood with exquisite workmanship and cost.

His back was low.

At this moment, Ruan Mengmeng suddenly felt that his heart was pantoic.

Suddenly, she sent the **** up.

"Uncle Zhao, you don't have to move ..."

This is the first time Ruan Mengmeng has spoken since she returned from the hospital.