Outrageous! The vicious female supporting character in the book was trapped as a canary

Yu Xian picked up the chopsticks and started eating, and she called out "Auntie Zhang".

The nanny came out of the kitchen, "Ms. Yu Xian, what's wrong? Do you want more food?"

Yu Xian smiled and said, "Sit down and eat with me."

The babysitter rubbed her hands together and said, "This is against the rules."

Yu Xian: "It's okay. I don't want to eat hotpot alone. Can you accompany me?"

"No, if you're lonely I'll stand and talk to you."

Yu Xian sighed, "It's been a long time since anyone has eaten with me. I've always been alone. In this weather, or for hot pot, I really want you to eat with me."

Looking at Aunt Zhang in an apron, she might be the mother of a child. She came from another place to work, and the meals she cooks have the human touch of maternal love.

She didn't know how she knew that. No one had ever done it for her in her previous life, nor in this life. These might just be her imaginations caused by her whining.

"Please sit down. I can't eat that much. What a waste."

Aunt Zhang looked at her little girl sitting here alone. She was so well-behaved and polite, and spoke in a gentle and warm manner. But her young master did not know how to cherish her and instead abused her good girl.

She sat down, "Miss Yu Xian, don't be too sad. As for Master Tan Dong, he has the nature of a child and a bad temper, but he is not a bad person."

Aunt Zhang was comforting him against her conscience, because she couldn't say anything else. She couldn't say that his young master was a powder keg. Girl, stay away from this kind of rich second generation. After all, you are her boss. Besides, what if this girl is two-faced and complains behind her back? Then she would be ruining her own job with good intentions, and the loss would outweigh the gain.

Yu Xian smiled and said, "I know, I'm fine, don't worry."

Aunt Zhang gradually relaxed when she saw how gentle Yu Xian was. "Ms. Yu Xian, I think you are too thin. You should eat more nutritious food."

As he spoke, he used the serving chopsticks to pick up some meat for her. "Also, it's so cold today and you're still wearing a skirt. How can that be okay? You can't ignore your body just to look good, right?"

Yu Xian nodded and smiled, a genuinely happy smile, "Yeah, but I'm not cold."

Aunt Zhang: "Yes, there is a big temperature difference between inside and outside now. It is not cold to wear short sleeves in this villa."

Yu Xian nodded: "Yes."

Aunt Zhang is a talkative person. In the past, she was the only one guarding the villa here, waiting for Tan Dongyi to come suddenly a few times a year to clean the room and cook for him. The rest of the time she would take a walk during the day and sleep alone at night. Now, a gentle girl has come and is willing to chat with her, which is much better than her daughter who only knows how to make trouble.

Tell me, why are all the good children from other people's families? How did others give birth to such good-looking and well-behaved children? It's just that they have poor taste.

As the two chatted, Aunt Zhang began to address her differently, "Girl, how old are you now? Where are you from?"

"I am 23 years old and my family is from Yanjing."

"Oh, he is one year younger than my young master." Aunt Zhang said with a smile.

Yu Xian nodded, "Yes, but Tan Dongyi looks like he hasn't even reached adulthood yet."

He's just a little brat and can only be used as a gun.

Aunt Zhang: "Haha, it may be because the young master dyed his hair blue. But the young master is fair and handsome. You two are the most well-matched couple I have ever seen."

"You misunderstood. We have no relationship. He just wanted to ask me to do some work and he is being naughty with me."

Aunt Zhang realized that she had misunderstood. She waved her hands and said, "Look at me. It was the first time I saw the young master with a girl. I thought he had finally come to his senses."

Yu Xian took a bite of beef and said, "It's okay."

Aunt Zhang thought to herself that this young master was not good enough. He met such a good-looking and elegant person but didn't make a move. Could he really be a homosexual?

Aunt Zhang suddenly thought of the poster in her daughter's room. This kind of pretty boy was the most likely person. She cried out in her heart and felt terrible.

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After eating and drinking, Yu Xian sat on the balcony drinking oil-tea and looking at the scenery. The phone rang and she looked down.

Left my seat and went outside to the balcony.

As soon as he came out of the warm room, he instantly perked up. The person on the other side didn't say anything, but Yu Xian knew who he was.

"What? Mr. Fu called me because the whip on your back doesn't hurt anymore?"

Yu Xian knew from a young age that if Fu Sinian made a mistake, he would be beaten, and this time would be no exception. Because of Su Wan's matter and what she said during the live broadcast, there would definitely be some fluctuations in the Fu family, so he had to be beaten.

"Ah Xian, are you concerned about me? I remember you used to apply medicine on me."

Fu Sinian sat on the sofa in his office and said this with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Yes, I care about you and remind you by the way, what's the use of forcing me? You and I are both set existences, Fu Sinian, it's impossible."

Yu Xian's voice was soft, but Fu Sinian felt creepy. He had never been afraid since he was a child, not even when he knew he was a paper man in a fictional world. But now he was actually afraid that Yu Xian would speak frankly and stop pretending to be nice, as if once she said it, they would never be able to go back.

Yu Xian's voice was soft and cool like water, but to Fu Sinian, it sounded like a steel needle, biting into his head little by little.

"Do you feel hopeful? Do you think you will definitely win? Then I will show you that even if the Su family falls, you will still be controlled."

"So what if you're awake? It'll just make you more miserable, Fu Sinian. You have to accept your fate. Do you think you got everything you have now by your own efforts? Oh, if you're not a child of the Fu family, what can you do? Shouldn't you be grateful for the good setup you have?"

Yu Xian faced the cold wind and opened her thin lips slightly, as if a goddess was giving him an ultimatum:

"You love Su Wan. This is destined by heaven. There is no point in doubting it. This will accompany you for the rest of your life. You will be sad for her for the rest of your life. This is your future. You must follow the set process for the rest of your life, love her, protect her, and then get married. What do you think the change of NPCs can affect? ​​I tell you, it can't affect anything. If you don't believe me, we'll just wait and see."

Finally, Yu Xian sighed with sympathy: "Brother Si Nian is a proof of the saying 'the wise are often sad', how pitiful."

The phone had been hung up long ago, but Yu Xian's words, "You have to follow the established process all your life," echoed in his ears all the time. At least Truman woke up and walked out, but he would be bound by manipulation forever, and even if he really gained freedom one day in the future, he would doubt that it was a different setting.

Fu Sinian smiled gently. Yu Xian might not know that Su Wan was also an outsider, so who could know what the ending would be.

Maybe if people from the same place kill each other, there will be different results.

Fu Sinian suppressed the pain in his heart. As soon as the thought of hurting Su Wan came to his mind, his heart began to ache physically. It was the kind of pain that required him to take painkillers. This was also the reason why he was suspicious at the beginning, because when he was young and felt sorry for Ah Xian, even painkillers were useless.

But now, Fu Sinian could no longer tell what the pain was.

Fu Sinian sat quietly for a long time before he stood up. He still couldn't hold it in, and with a "pu" he spat out a large mouthful of blood. He couldn't control himself and sat back down.

I was mad at Yu Xian.