Dressed as the hero and his uncle

It was nine o'clock in the morning when Luan Mingli woke up again.

Barely catching up on sleep, Luan Mingli was still mentally passable, and Luan Mingli was still thinking about whether it was time-traveling or not, so he got up from the bed desperately.

The fuzzy memory and the knowledge that appeared in his mind told him that what happened yesterday was not a dream. If so, let's go to meet it.

When Luan Mingli went downstairs, there was only the butler in the hall who was doing calculations with a notebook on one side, and there was no one else in the hall.

The entire villa is no different from usual, almost the same as when it was not crossed.

On a whim, Luan Mingli put his hands on the railing of the stairs and looked down.

"Uncle Wang, has the guest left?"

As mentioned before, Uncle Wang is Luan Mingli's housekeeper.

It can be said that Uncle Wang and Luan Mingli's family have a good relationship, and if we talk about it, it can be regarded as a good story.

It can be said that Luan Mingli was brought up by him, so now Luan Mingli moved out alone, and Uncle Wang is still with him.

Those who have been with him for a long time know best. As soon as Uncle Wang heard his young master's question, he guessed something. He turned around with a smile and said, "You just sent it out, and you planned to come down at this time. It seems that you are smart."

sent away?

Luan Mingli nodded in satisfaction, and walked down the stairs towards the kitchen.

Uncle Wang slapped his head and followed closely. The two entered the restaurant one after the other: "Oh, master, it's my fault, I..."

"I didn't help you heat up the food. I thought you went to bed late last night, and you will sleep until noon today."

He Huan squatted at the door and listened for a while, but could only vaguely hear the old butler impatiently pulling the weeds by the door with a few indistinct syllables.

Calling it a weed doesn't really count.This beautiful tuft of grass grew out of the gaps between the floor tiles, and the roots were green and straight, as if drawing a pattern.

He Huan didn't know what species it was, but it looked similar to ordinary grass, so he pulled out a few at random.

He Huan just put a leaf in his mouth and bit it. He was a child who grew up in the countryside, and he was very skilled in this kind of action.

I can't hear anything clearly anymore, and I don't know what Luan Mingli's attitude is... Do you know how I slept last night...

The more He Huan thought about it, the more angry he became.

Even if he was a child who grew up in the countryside, he never lived in such a bad environment.

The ceiling is so small that you can't even stand up, there is not much space if you can barely make a floor, a small night light brought over temporarily, and a musty quilt that hasn't been dried for a long time, this is the environment he slept in yesterday .

What did the maid say last night?

"I'm very sorry, Mr. He, because the young master seldom invites guests to stay at home. We have not prepared a guest room, and the servant's room is already full...Now we can't assign people to clean it in the middle of the night, so I can only feel sorry for you. Here it is."

"This small room is a storage room that was cleaned up two days ago. Although the location is a bit awkward, it is on the mezzanine of the stairs, but it is absolutely clean. I will wrong you all night."

Remembering that after being woken up in the morning, he stood up subconsciously but hit his head, and the grievance in He Huan's heart became more intense.

Actually let people live in a narrow stairwell, isn't it afraid that I am actually Harry Potter!

I don't know if Luan Mingli knows what kind of accommodation treatment his servants give to the guests. He has clearly ordered the maids to make careful arrangements. These servants must be lazy...

The more He Huan thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He had already forgotten the feeling that the tone of Luan Mingli's voice was slightly wrong last night.

At this time, the two people at the table were talking about it.

Luan Mingli held a bowl of preserved egg porridge: "Speaking of which, how did Xiao Yue arrange that Mr. He last night?"

Xiaoyue was the maid in charge of arranging He Huan's place last night. She was actually about the same age as Luan Mingli, but she also belonged to the category of looking tender.

"Arrange him to live in the stairwell." Uncle Wang seemed to have guessed that his young master would ask this question, and answered in a very timely manner.

staircase?

Luan Mingli recalled for a moment.

He did ask the maid to choose an uncomfortable place for He Huan to live in last night. It would be best for this visitor who came suddenly in the middle of the night to experience the painful quality of sleep.

But at that time, Luan Mingli only thought of options such as floor coverings or damp quilts, but he really didn't think about the stairwell.

"The stairwell where you were asked to clean up to keep your pets two days ago?"

"Yes, didn't you say you wanted to prepare a cat litter for cats?" Uncle Wang replied with a smile, "I just cleaned it up and mopped the floor. Before I had time to put things on, I made a bed for him to sleep on."

Luan Mingli couldn't help chuckling: "Although the place can be considered clean, it definitely makes people uncomfortable to sleep in. Xiaoyue is more interesting than I thought."

"Ache." The cold morning wind blew over his shoulders, and He Huan couldn't help yawning again, and rubbed the tip of his nose impatiently.

After he left with an excuse, he boarded back to the entrance of the villa, tried to listen to the corner of the wall before leaving, it seemed that because of the long disturbance last night, almost all the servants in this villa were still up, and no one came to chase him away.

But He Huan didn't hear anything useful at all, so he vaguely heard Luan Mingli get up, and then the butler said something about his departure, and then they all fell silent.

However, it seemed that he had heard the apology from the housekeeper.

Reminiscent of the question Luan Mingli asked and the silence that followed, He Huan suddenly had a bold guess in his heart.

Maybe Luan Mingli was angry because the housekeeper treated him badly.

He Huan thought of the information he had collected again.

His own family background and learning experience did not bring him any source of intelligence.But he has a small group, which are basically men and women with rich second-generation lovers, and they will exchange information in it.

Fu Keru has a younger uncle, and the proposal of Fu Keru's younger uncle who came to see Fu Keru was provided to him by one of the people with a relatively wide network and information sources.

He Huan woke up in the morning and asked him about Luan Mingli's situation.

According to the legend, this Mr. Luan seemed to have suffered from some kind of illness before. He was educated by tutors since he was a child and rarely participated in social activities, so his reputation outside was not obvious. The most recent social record is that he is still in a wheelchair.

But he has different talents and amazing talents. Apart from his poor health and delicate personality, he has no shortcomings.

That's it.

He Huan clenched his fists when he clicked on "The Sick Uncle Married to Slag Gong" on his phone.

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