President, Mrs. is dancing on your grave with five little babies.

It was so obvious that he did it on purpose, how could the old butler not know?

But still resisted not saying a word, even though the corners of the clothes were almost crushed by his hands!

Finally, the wound was healed just before the old housekeeper felt like he was about to collapse.

Father Chu stepped back, appreciating his masterpiece with great satisfaction, "That's not bad, the wound is beautifully stitched, even very firm, and won't break apart easily."

The old butler gritted his teeth and covered the wound with his clothes.

"Now you can give me something, what kind of bomb do you want me to send to

Father Chu shook his head, "Don't worry, if you go to deliver things now, you will easily be suspected."

After all, a batch of things had just been delivered, followed by a second batch.

No matter what you think, something is wrong.

"In two days, I will give you the things." Father Chu threw the old housekeeper out of the car after finishing speaking.

He got out of the car himself, walked around to the driver's seat, and was about to drive away.

"Wait." The old butler stepped forward and pulled the car door, his eyes full of suspicion, "So you called me here tonight just to bandage my wound?"

How can there be such a good thing.

Especially the person who does good deeds is Father Chu!

"I don't have that leisurely mind," Chu's father replied, "I just want to make sure you are willing to help me."

Now it is certain that the old butler is willing to help him.

"Don't I dare to help? The lives of my grandchildren are in your hands." The old butler said with a sneer.

Father Chu was noncommittal, and drove away directly.

The old butler was left standing there, his eyes full of complicated emotions.

Immediately afterwards, the old housekeeper fell into a long wait.

Not getting what Father Chu gave him, the old housekeeper suffered every second.

Even in front of Patriarch Xuanyuan, he lost his mind several times.

"What's wrong with you?" Patriarch Xuanyuan saw that he was absent-minded, and asked aloud, "Did something happen to you?" But

The old butler forced a smile, "No, it's just that I've been a little too tired recently, so I'm distracted."

"If you're tired, go and rest. Just leave it to the nurses. Besides, I don't need people here 24 hours a day." Patriarch Xuanyuan said.

There is no need to keep turning around yourself.

The old butler insisted on shaking his head, "It's okay, Patriarch, I'll just wash my face and wake up a little bit."

In the current situation, even if he went back, it was impossible for him to really rest.

My mind is full of bombs, and my heart is hanging in my throat.

The old housekeeper got up and walked towards the bathroom.

After a few days, the wound on his body has healed up to seven or eighty percent, but if he walks a little faster, the wound will hurt and he will feel bulging, which is very uncomfortable.

It was also because of this that he took every step very slowly, trying not to involve the wound as much as possible.

In order not to turn pale from the pain and be seen as having a problem.

After washing his face slowly, the old housekeeper prepared to go back to the ward.

But when he came out, he saw an uninvited guest in the corridor.

In an instant, the muscles all over his body tensed, and his eyes became angry, "What are you doing here?"

If you dare to come to the hospital, are you planning to attack Xuanyuan's family? !

As if he had seen through the old housekeeper's thoughts, the man snorted lightly, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in that half-dead old man. After all, I already have your trump card, a Xuanyuan Patriarch, what can I do?"