Hi, My Adorable Sweet Wife

This time, Wang's mother not only directed upstairs, she walked down quickly.

"Xiao Zhao, how do you do things? You are a housekeeper over here. You can't even do this little thing! You look at the bottom of the bed and you are smashed by you ... oh yo, this is old My wife was looking forward to hugging Xuan Sun two years ago, and prepared a crib specially prepared, and then ordered another one, at least for half a year! "

Mother Wang lowered her waist slightly, and felt a little bit of pain in the side of the crib.

Ignore it, and almost squeezed his hands with the crib-or even escaped, and almost hit the head with a lamp.

Wang Ma was still complaining, but Uncle Zhao said nothing.

Ruan Mengmeng can't see it.

Although Uncle Zhao is younger than Zhang Bo and Wang Ma, anyway, he is also a 40-50 year old.

It's simply not appropriate for him to do this kind of rough work and to scream and drink.

She wanted to help explain, but was stopped by the uncle Zhao who saw the clues.

By this time, Wang's mother had finished watching the crib.

She looked up in distress, and said impatiently: "Forget it, anyway, the little master in Miss Yao's stomach is less than three months old. First move this crib up and prepare it. I will talk to the old one again. The wife said, make a new one. "

After saying that, he waved to Uncle Zhao: "What are you still doing, and you're not ready to move up-"

Na Yi's tone of apocalypse and taken for granted did not regard Shu Shu as the real steward at all.

And Uncle Zhao just flashed his waist just now. At this time, it was already reluctant to move the crib.

The other two young maids who were moving together were the old people of Li Yuan. When they saw Uncle Zhao being bullied, of course they couldn't pass it.

One of them said to Uncle Zhao, "Butler Zhao, otherwise you can take a break first. The two of us are young and we need to work harder."

As soon as the words were over, Wang Ma's voice was negated.

"How can two people move? The three of you just moved nearly broke the bed. No, you hurry up and move the bed up. Miss Yao and the little master in the stomach are waiting for the rest.

Wang Ma refused to let it go. Uncle Zhao already knew Wang's temper and knew she would not let it go.

With his eyes, he stopped the two young men who wanted to talk, and when he rolled up his sleeves, he bent down.

Who knows, before his waist was bent, he was firmly supported by a small hand.

"Uncle Zhao, go and rest a bit, I'll come." Ruan Mengmeng's eyes were faint, looking at Uncle Zhao, said in a very calm tone.

Uncle Zhao: "Miss, you are a girl ..."

"It doesn't matter, girls are not necessarily weaker than men." After talking, Ruan Mengmen glanced at the other two young guys.

"You two, also go to rest while I move this bed alone."

As soon as this remark came out, let alone ignore the uncle Zhao and the other two young subordinates.

Even the other people who were busy up and down the stairs did not consciously stop and looked at Ruan Mengmeng.

And mother Wang, screaming after a moment's fisting, "Who are you? Who allows you to command here--"

Wang Ma returned to her hometown to visit her relatives a while ago, and she had never seen Ruan Mengmeng, she did not know her identity at all.

Ruan Mengmeng's beautiful Xingmu raised her eyes.

She glanced coldly at the two-step stand, looking aggressive, but she was actually just a paper tiger's mother.

"Who am I ..." Ruan Mengmeng said lightly.