Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

Thinking of this, Xiao Fu did not have time to wait for him to speak, and took a step forward and went straight into the inner room. Shuyu saw that she could not stop her, so she could only smile and say, "Master, please do not blame me. Although Miss Fu was a little rude, she was also worried about her sister."

Wang Jue also smiled apologetically.

When Xiao Fu entered the main house, she first noticed that it was empty and cold. The only decoration was a cold iron sword, which was really shabby. In addition, considering the food and clothing everyone wore on weekdays, she suddenly felt that the "savage owner" was not satisfied with his poverty and had lustful desires. Therefore, she became more and more dissatisfied.

Looking at Anan again, he saw that she was already drunk and unconscious. She was lying on someone else's bed in dishevel, snoring loudly. She wouldn't wake up no matter how he patted her or called her. He felt anxious and annoyed. He used all his strength to lift her up from the bed. He was already sweating all over.

Without thinking too much, she hurriedly put Anan's coat on, bent down, carried her on her back, and walked out with difficulty.

She worked for half an incense stick of time. Although Wang Jue and his wife were like ants on the hot pan, they did not dare to go into the master's bedroom to help. They could only stand there in a daze and worry secretly.

But he was not in a hurry. He opened the documents in front of him and checked them one by one. As usual, he did not pay much attention to them.

It was not until Xiaofu, sweating profusely, carried Anan out of the inner room that he put down the documents in his hand and glanced at them. Xiaofu walked to the door without forgetting etiquette, and her voice was stuck in her throat, but she could still speak clearly: "Sorry to bother you, my lord."

Then he forced himself to carry the unconscious Anan on his back and ran away.

He lowered his head and curled the corners of his mouth.

Anan woke up from a hangover with a splitting headache, but what made her even more headache was that two evil spirits, Shuyu and Xiaofu, were standing on the left and right of the bed.

Shuyu pulled her ear and said angrily, "We told you before that your uncle Jue and I would never let you suffer any loss. Who knew you would be so impatient! Fortunately, only a few of us know about this. If other people knew about it, what would you do in the future!"

"What way out?" Anan was confused and looked up at Shuyu who was very disappointed with him.

"A few days ago, when I knew you were unhappy, Uncle Jue spread the word that he wanted to find a good family for you. Since then, seven or eight people have come to him to ask for help. After a careful examination, I found that two or three of them are suitable. What do you think, is this a way out?" Shuyu lifted her ear again.

Anan grinned and said, "But Madam Chen is my friend's wife, not a romantic debt, so it doesn't count."

"I really don't know what to say to you! You're stupid, but you managed to clean up such a big mess in such a big manor. You're smart, but you can't understand such a simple truth!" Shuyu let go of her ear and rolled her eyes at her. "Let's put Madam Chen aside for now. You still have a long life ahead of you! Can you guarantee that you won't have another wife in the future?"

"What kind of person is my master? Will he really live his whole life with you alone? You act so angry just because she is your friend's wife. If you really have another wife, you will be angry to death!" Shuyu was still not satisfied after saying this, so he simply knocked her on the head. After all, he couldn't do it, so he just knocked her lightly and left angrily.

Xiao Fu was furious, but her temperament had calmed down a lot. When Shuyu was around, her eyes almost popped out, but she still forced herself not to say a word. After Shuyu left, she sat heavily on Anan's bed, looking like she wanted to eat someone.

Anan looked embarrassed. There happened to be a bowl of sobering soup that Shuyu had just brought on the bedside table. She took it and took a sip. It was so hot that she spat it out immediately. She met the girl's angry eyes again and turned her eyes away from Xiaofu.

Xiao Fu saw the two little girls outside the house walking away, and Shuyu also left. Now they were alone, so she simply sat down, grabbed her arm, and said in a low voice: "You are no longer playing with fire, you are playing with your life!"