"Slave" deceives the master

Murong Jia squatted outside to finish eating, but found that she didn't know where to send the bowls and chopsticks.

Go back... He really doesn't think his face is that thick.

Don't go back, it's not a solution for people who are unfamiliar with the place.

You can't have a meal, so throw away a pair of other people's bowls and chopsticks.

"Huh? Miracle Doctor Murong?"

Wen Hao saw that the back of the person in front of him was very impressive to Murong Jia, but he didn't dare to confirm it, after all, he shouldn't be here.

When the person turned around and saw half of the face, the eye-catching birthmark made him shout out.

This is probably the only birthmark in the world.

Even if there are other people, they can't be exactly the same.

"Wen Hao, have you had breakfast yet?" Murong Jia naturally knew the guard who had been with Wen Haoyan since he was a child.

Wen Hao walked over with a smile and said, "It's really you, I thought I was wrong. I ate in the kitchen, why are you eating in the yard?"

"It's a bit hot in the room, come out to get some air." Murong Jia smiled without changing his expression.

Wen Hao looked up at him, was it that hot in the morning at the end of April?

Seeing that he was still looking at the sky, Murong Jia was slightly embarrassed, "Where is the kitchen, can you take me there?"

Wen Hao lowered his head in surprise, "Doctor Murong, what can you do?"

"It's okay, I want to send the bowls and chopsticks." Murong Jia raised the things in his hand, motioning Wen Hao to see clearly.

Wen Hao said with a smile: "You can send this matter to any boy, you don't have to make a trip by yourself."

"That's it, that's fine."

Wen Hao leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Did you come back with me? When did you come back?"

Murong Jia only took Wen Haoyan as his concern, nodded and said: "We came back together last night, you haven't seen him yet, he's in Mr. Huan's courtyard, we'll go there together later."

Wen Hao laughed dryly when he heard this, and took a few steps back.Hastily said: "Don't, just go there, don't worry about me."

Murong Jia looked suspiciously, he waved his hand and left quickly.

Before the master was still giving birth to him, Wen Hao consciously stayed away, and never approached him without calling him!

Murong Jia raised his eyebrows, the bodyguards don't follow their master?

What is this all about.

When Wen Hao walked to the garden, he ran into Huan Hao who was picking flower petals to dry for his son to make tea.

"Why are you running in such a hurry? Young Master is back, you don't want to follow." Huan Hao looked like a little butler, and looked at Wen Hao with a pair of eyes very vigilantly.

In his mind, he has blacklisted someone who would destroy the son's future family!

No matter how you look at it, it feels very unpleasant.

Whatever he does, he feels like he's doing something bad.

So, people can’t do bad things, as long as there is one thing, it’s over.

"I'll just walk around." Wen Hao stopped and looked back at Huan Hao. "I said, do you think too much of me?"

Wen Hao felt that he didn't do anything wrong, he did everything according to his master's orders, so it made people dislike him.

Huan Hao snorted coldly, and waved the small scissors in his hand. "It's good that you understand, don't let me see you doing bad things, or I won't spare you!"

"Hey!" Wen Hao was amused by him, and came to the person in a few steps. "You can't spare me? Why don't you spare me?"

He glanced at his small body contemptuously, so he couldn't spare him?

"You... don't be complacent! There is always someone who can cure you." Huan Hao was in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do. He was indeed inferior to others.

Not to mention anything else, he is not good at martial arts, only a little bit of three-legged cat kung fu is for physical fitness.

"Okay, I don't care about you, a brat." Wen Hao turned and left with an old-fashioned look.

Huan Hao almost threw the scissors in his hand!

Don't think he doesn't know, even though they are the same age, they dare to laugh at his childishness!

Biting his lip, he turned countless ways in his mind, and there was only one purpose: to make him pay for what he did today!

One morning, Wen Haoyan took Murong Jia tossing around in Huan Biqing's small courtyard, and it was almost noon that they stopped.

Go into the room and pull out Huan Fanqing who was lying on the couch reading a book, "Take a look, do you like it?"

Wen Haoyan proudly pointed at the things he made in front of him, Huan Biqing looked along and saw a swing under the big tree in the small courtyard.

The swing method is very simple, but these two favored children of heaven have tossed and tossed for several hours, which shows that their hands-on ability is really worrying.

Huan Bianqing is not very interested in these things, he is neither a child nor a girl, and he doesn't really feel much about swings or anything.

However, facing those proud eyes seeking praise, he was so disinterested that he swallowed it back abruptly.

"Very good, thank you for your hard work."

Wen Haoyan raised his chin at Murong Jia, look, he said his wife would like it!

Before doing it, Murong Jia said that Huan Bianqing would never like it, and told him to stop working, but luckily he didn't listen.

"It's okay, you can try it and see if it feels comfortable."

Murong Jia looked at someone who was supporting Huan Biqing speechlessly, he was obviously not very happy, okay?

That sentence is obviously comforting, has your brain been eaten?With such a low IQ in front of Huan Bianqing, it won't degenerate after a long time.

It's really worrying.

Huan Bianqing sat on the swing obediently. Although what he did was simple, it could be seen that he worked hard.

The wooden board is smooth without any burrs, and the rope is tightly wrapped with a layer of soft cloth, so it is not so rough and will not rub your hands.

If it was to comfort him at the beginning, now I really like it.

Not for anything else, just for this heart.

"How is it?" Wen Haoyan looked at Huan Biqing nervously, afraid that he might not like him a little bit.

Huan Bianqing smiled, "It's great, I like it very much."

"Hahaha..." Wen Haoyan smirked and raised his hand happily. "As long as you like it."

Huan Bianqing saw the large and small wounds on his fingers and palm, and frowned slightly. "Why is your hand hurt?"

"Ah?" Wen Haoyan didn't expect the topic to jump up so quickly, he didn't react for a while, and was grabbed by the hand in a daze.

Seeing that Huan Bianqing was looking at the wound on his hand, he felt embarrassed and wanted to withdraw his hand to hide it.

"Did it hurt from the swing?" Huan Biqing was asking, but her tone was very certain.

Wen Haoyan nodded with a dry smile.

He didn't intend to let Huan Bianqing know that he was making a swing for his wife, but he was clumsily wounded by tools and wooden thorns, and even a man couldn't tell.

"You." Huan Fanqing gently shook his hand, and led him back to the room to apply the medicine.

Nothing else was said.

Knowing that this person is so tall, he shouldn't have done any rough work, but now it's all because of him.

It's too late to feel distressed, so how can you blame him for being clumsy and incapable?

How many people in this world can let go of their body and do something for each other?

Huan Bianqing felt that if she was not satisfied, she would definitely be struck by thunder.

Murong Jia watched the two leave, but found that he was left behind again...