Be good, call me uncle

Chapter 137 His heart beat fast and she blushed.

"Go down and investigate the details of Yongye Villa." Changsun Tao gave a casual order and disappeared into the night.

In the room, Yu Qinghuan pulled out the silver needle from her body and put it back into the bracelet on her wrist. She looked at the door and laughed softly: "My eldest grandson is three years old. I didn't expect to find him so soon. I want to see you." What kind of trick are you trying to play?

In fact, while Yu Qinghuan was drinking, she took the opportunity to seal several acupuncture points on her body to prevent Wei Shu from suddenly becoming animalistic and doing something indescribable to her. Naturally, Changsun Tao did not tap her acupuncture points, and, She's pretending to be drunk.

It was summer, and although the area where Yongye Villa was located was relatively humid, the fire still spread quickly and soon spread to other yards.

All available personnel in the entire villa rushed to put out the fire. After nearly an hour of work, the fire was extinguished. However, the house on the east side of the villa was almost burned to the ground.

Wei Shu was busy counting the losses, investigating the cause of the fire, and repositioning the guards. He had no time to look after Yu Qinghuan, so he pointed at a relatively tall maid to keep vigil.

The maid was much taller than the others, and she was even a little clumsy when saluting, but Wei Shu didn't notice it and waved her hand to let her go quickly.

The maid arrived at the house where Yu Qinghuan was staying and lit a candle in the outer room. When she saw the layout of the room clearly, she gritted her teeth.

The room layout is simple and clean. A screen as high as a person separates the inner room from the outer room. The inner room has only one couch, while the south side of the outer room is filled with various books. The ancient bookshelf on the north side , and there are many weapons on display - this is completely a man's house!

The person on the bed let out a cry, and the maid immediately restrained her murderous intent and quietly lay on the couch outside to watch the night.

The next day.

At the beginning of the morning sun, everything is renewed.

When the first ray of morning light shone on the eaves of the villa, Yu Qinghuan opened her eyes, stretched out, and then looked at the girl resting on the couch with her hands closed and her eyes slightly raised.

Suddenly, Yu Qinghuan's expression changed and she shouted in a low voice: "Damn girl! Why don't you come over and serve me?!"

The person on the couch moved, opened his eyes suddenly, and then stared at Yu Qinghuan. After a moment of confusion, he stood up and ran over in a small step, saluting: "Miss, the young master of the village has asked his servant to serve you."

Yu Qinghuan suppressed her smile and glared at her fiercely: "Damn girl, you are lazy, look carefully at your skin!"

"Miss, I'm new here, and I'm not very good at serving others yet. Please be patient, Miss." The maid was startled, and then said in a low voice.

Yu Qinghuan glanced at the shoes and shouted: "What are you still doing? Do you want me to treat you?"

The maid squatted down, reached out and picked up Yu Qinghuan's shoes, and said in a stiff voice, "Miss, please put on your shoes."

Yu Qinghuan suddenly raised his right foot and put it on the maid's shoulder. Then, he stretched his left foot in front of the maid: "You lazy guy, please be smarter!"

The maid lowered her head and could not clearly see the emotion on his face, because she was holding the right shoe in her hand, so she had to put the shoe down, pick up the left shoe, and put it on for Yu Qinghuan.

"Ouch! It hurts me!" Yu Qinghuan kicked the maid, "You don't have eyes! Can't you be gentle?! Why are you as stupid as a pig?!"

The maid was caught off guard and kicked and sat on the ground. She kept her head down, clenched her fists, and finally let go. She continued to squat in front of Yu Qinghuan and whispered: "Miss, I will put on your shoes for you."

Yu Qinghuan pursed her lips and stretched out her feet. This time, she did not embarrass the maid again. After putting on her shoes, she got up and knelt down in front of the small table. She raised her eyes and looked at the motionless maid with a half-smile: "You You never wash your face, wipe your teeth, or comb your hair?"

The maid's chest heaved violently several times, and she finally picked up the basin from the shelf and walked out. It took a long time to bring half a basin of hot water, twisted the handkerchief and handed it to Yu Qinghuan.Yu Qinghuan wiped her face and made a comfortable hum. Then she threw the handkerchief into the basin and the water splashed all over the maid.

There was nothing obvious about the maid's expression, but the corners of her eyes seemed to jump a few times with joy.

Yu Qinghuan untied her bun, and the black hair that was coiled on the top of her head poured down and spread on her back. It was black, shiny, smooth, and soft, like the most precious black hair in the world.

"Stupid girl, comb my hair."

The maid was startled. After all, she didn't have a comb. He reached out and gently combed Yu Qinghuan's hair with his fingers.

The hair passed through her fingertips without encountering any obstacles, and the tingling sensation was as if something was rushing into her heart quickly, making her motionless heart restless.

Finally, she tied Yu Qinghuan's black hair into a bun and pinned it with a white magnolia hairpin.

Unexpectedly, Yu Qinghuan took off the hairpin and said dissatisfiedly: "Who wants to comb a woman's hair in a bun!"

As she spoke, she quickly put half of her black hair on top of her head and let the rest of her hair hang loosely on her back.

The corners of the maid's eyes twitched again.

"Put some lip balm on me." Yu Qinghuan turned around, handed over a small box of lip balm, and raised a bright little face towards the maid. The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, the corners of her eyes were slightly curved, her cheeks were white and translucent, and her forehead was fine. Her velvety hair made her look like a baby that hadn't grown up yet. Her little face wasn't really beautiful, but it was dazzling to look at and made her heart soften involuntarily.

The maid took the finger, dabbed some lipstick with her middle finger, and gently applied it on her small and delicate lips. A blush spread, and her bright face became colorful. This lipstick was undoubtedly the finishing touch. .

The maid suddenly covered her chest. It seemed that the beating there was getting more and more uneasy and violent. Some stubborn seedling was struggling to break out of the ground, and she couldn't control it at all.

Yu Qinghuan had already turned around, and her fingers gently stroked her lips and cheeks.It seemed like it was also lit up.

"Little fox." Wei Shu's voice sounded outside, and then got closer and closer, "Are you hungry?"

Yu Qinghuan turned around and saw Wei Shu, dressed in black clothes, stepping over with a tray in his hand.

"I'm hungry!" In order to divert her attention, Yu Qinghuan quickly stood up and went to meet him. Fortunately, Wei Shu was here, otherwise she felt that her cheeks would be swollen and split.

When Wei Shu saw her coming up to her with a smile, the gloom in his eyes disappeared, with a tenderness that he didn't even notice: "I knew you were hungry, so I brought you food as soon as I finished my work."

As he spoke, he placed the tray on the small table and opened the lid. It contained light and delicious porridge and some exquisite pickles.

Yu Qinghuan quickly knelt down in front of the small table, couldn't wait to pick up the spoon, and smiled sweetly at Wei Shu: "Thank you, Wei Gou...ah, no, Master Wei."

Wei Shu was not annoyed at being called a dog. He sat across from Yu Qinghuan with a straight face and looked at her eating with a smile. His expression was like a mother looking lovingly at her child who is not picky about food, or looking at her beloved. Cat owners who eat.

What a heartwarming scene, the maid next to her had a tense face.

(End of this chapter)