He entered a wealthy family by mistake

Seeing Han Mo looking towards the door, his smile gone, He Zheng knew that Ji Cheng was standing outside the door.

He took the doctor and Brahma out of the room, pointed his chin in, let Ji Cheng in, and told him, "Speak carefully if you have anything to say."

Ji Cheng nodded and walked into He Zheng's room, keeping his eyes on Han Mo.

He Zheng closed the door and stood outside.

"Damn, why are you closing the door? What if they start fighting?"

Fan Yu said to He Zheng, and after finishing speaking, he was about to open the door, but He Zheng stopped him.

"I'm not kidding you, get out of the way."

Fan Yu was angry and wanted to push He Zheng away, but He Zheng picked him up and kissed him, telling him not to worry and taking a look first.

Brahma Prison was stunned at first, then smiled proudly, raised his eyebrows and asked He Zheng, "So, does your wife smell better or your friend smells better?"

The corner of He Zheng's lips curled up unconsciously. Brahma Prison clearly wanted to compete with Han Mo.

"What the hell are you laughing at? Tell me!"

Brahma Prison angrily lifted He Zheng's collar and asked loudly.

He Zheng did not answer, but raised his head and blocked Fan Yu's mouth, telling Fan Yu that he was more important than anyone else with his actions.

Fan Yu was not stupid either. He hugged He Zheng's neck and bowed his head to kiss back happily.

"Just think that this old man like me is no longer here, right?"

The doctor who was still standing aside cursed, gave He Zheng and Fan Yu a blank look and left quickly.

The doctor who returned to the small villa happened to see the housekeeper coming downstairs, frowned and asked him, "Where are you going in the middle of the night?"

From his tone, he must be familiar with the housekeeper, otherwise he wouldn't be so rude.

The butler's face was not very good, his eyes were still red, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I'm going to see if Master He Zheng needs help."

"Are they children? They won't die without you. Go back to sleep quickly. Your eyes are so swollen."

The doctor rushed the housekeeper back upstairs, muttering displeasedly, "The damn old man left on his own and left this ruined house for you to take care of. The more I think about it, the more annoyed I become."

The housekeeper who was driven back upstairs couldn't hold back his tears when he heard this, and went upstairs while wiping his hands.

"Okay, okay, it's true. I'm crying again. Why are you crying? What's there for an old man like that to cry about?"

The doctor sounded like he was scolding the housekeeper, but in fact he was worried that crying all the time in his old age would be bad for his eyes.

Like the housekeeper, he had worked in the He family decades ago, and they were both old men who had stayed in the He family for a long time.

After sending the housekeeper to the room, he saw that there was only a bed and a single sofa inside, which was desolate and desolate. The doctor immediately frowned and asked the housekeeper, "Didn't the old man give you a lot of jewelry? You are so poor and so virtuous." Already?"

"That is the property that the master left to Master He Zheng."

The housekeeper wiped away tears and walked to the bedside to sit down. He picked up the photo of Mr. He on the bedside table and wiped it carefully with his sleeve, then carefully put it back and put it away.

"Oh my high blood pressure! It's really going straight to my head."

The doctor stroked his head and shouted, so angry that he wanted to beat the housekeeper.

Who doesn't know that the master's jewelry is all for you, and He Zheng's property is really mad at me.

The same goes for that damn old man. Why didn't he make it clear that he was innocent?

"It makes me worry about him even after he dies. He is really unlucky for eight lifetimes."

The doctor became more and more excited as he scolded him. He wanted to continue preaching to the housekeeper, but when he saw the housekeeper staring at the picture of Mr. He and crying, he couldn't bear it and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.

"If it doesn't work, I'll give you some sleeping pills."

The doctor looked uncomfortable and took the initiative to speak. He knew that this was wrong and violated professional ethics, but seeing the housekeeper in such pain made him feel unspeakably depressed.

The housekeeper reached out and stroked Mr. He's photo, and his voice seemed heavy, "I still have to wait for the second lady's children to return to the He family. I promised that the master will see them all return to the He family before he can leave with peace of mind."

The doctor didn't say anything when he heard this, but felt distressed without words.

Why is he asking you to wait for his children and grandchildren to come back? He is afraid that he will not be able to live without you and does stupid things, so you are stupidly taking it seriously.

The doctor's eyes instantly filled with tears, he sniffed and looked aside hastily.

"I am fine."

The housekeeper who heard the voice smiled and raised his head and said to the doctor at the door. Although his face was not very good, he was full of tenderness.

"You are always so kind and good. If He Zheng and the others hadn't come back, you would still be suppressed by He Shengying and his son."

"It's all that damn old man's fault. He's always overprotective of you, and you still don't know the dangers of the world." The doctor began to scold Mr. He again.

When the housekeeper heard that Mr. He was overprotective of him, he felt warm in his heart. He smiled and said to the doctor, "I'm not as kind as you think. I mixed He Shengying's food with chronic medicine. They should also He won’t live long.”

The doctor, whose nose was sore, was completely confused. He just stared at the housekeeper with no reaction.

The housekeeper withdrew his eyes from the doctor, the smile on his face no longer existed, and gently stroked the photo of Mr. He, "The master suddenly became ill and He Shengying returned to the He family. This matter has nothing to do with them. If it was manslaughter, then it should be considered as manslaughter." This is retribution for coveting the children’s property.”

The doctor who had been listening could not calm down for a long time, and seemed to see the shadow of Mr. He in the housekeeper. He was guarding the family in Mr. He's way.

"As long as I'm alive, no one can take his things away."

The butler's voice was still gentle, and so was the look he was looking at Mr. He's photo, but it made the doctor feel heavy. The butler should not have lived like this, nor should he have anything to do with Mr. He. He should have lived a simple life as an ordinary person. Marry a wife, have children, and live a peaceful life.

How could you be willing to leave him here alone to die?

The doctor wiped away tears and left the housekeeper's room, closing the door quietly.

Knowing that the doctor had left, the housekeeper lay down silently, hugging the palm-sized photo of Mr. He and closing his eyes.

You can see the master when you fall asleep.

The housekeeper told himself this, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned into a smile of happiness.