Mozun boss is working as an aunt in farming

Chapter 682 The Secret in the Scroll
"My God, master, the old lady was so beautiful when she was young!" Mrs. Wang exclaimed, and secretly glanced at Butler Meng.

How could such a beautiful mother give birth to such a son?Could it be that his father is too ugly?

Wang slandered silently, and then took a closer look at the beauty in the painting, the more she looked, the more she felt that the beauty looked more like an aunt.

Seeing that Wang had been staring at the picture of the beauty, Meng Butler couldn't help but feel guilty, and hurriedly put away the picture of the beauty, but he didn't expect that his hand trembled accidentally, and the scroll fell to the ground.

Wang exclaimed in a low voice, and hurried over to pick up the painting.

As a result, I squatted down and found that the left shaft head of the painting pole of the beauty picture fell off and fell off, revealing a volume of something vaguely inside.

With a flash in Wang's eyes, she quickly picked up the shaft head and stuffed it on the painting pole, pretending that she didn't see anything, picked up the painting with a smile and tried a word with Meng Butler.

"Master, this painting stick is still a bit heavy, heavier than the words in the photo."

"That's natural. The materials of the painting poles are different." Meng Butler didn't think too much, and answered casually.

A look of doubt flashed in Wang's eyes. With Mr. Meng's temperament, when he heard her words, shouldn't he hide the painting with his hands, lest she find out what is hidden in the painting rod?

Why is he so calm now?
Wang's heart moved, and she said tentatively again: "Master, your painting is really beautiful, can I take it back and take a good look at it?"

Butler Meng was taken aback, and was about to refuse.

Mrs. Wang walked up to Steward Meng and acted coquettishly: "Master, just promise me, there is a saying in our hometown that if you are always with blessed elders, you will also be blessed. The old lady is so beautiful and born again." It is a great blessing to have a handsome and intelligent child like the master, although I can't be with the old lady, but with her portrait, maybe I can be a little lucky, and I will give birth to a big fat boy for you in the future."

When Mrs. Wang said this, Butler Meng immediately refused.

After all, it was he himself who said that the beauty in the painting was his dead mother, so it seems unreasonable to say no to it now?
Watching Butler Meng hesitate.

Wang continued to work hard, and continued to hold her throat and act coquettishly: "Master, just promise me, okay? Master~"

The sound of "Master" almost knocked Butler Meng's soul out of his mind.

Immediately agreed: "Okay, you little hoof, you know how to act like a baby to the master, you take this painting and keep it carefully, if there is any damage..."

"If there is any damage, let the master deal with it!" Wang added with a charming smile.

Looking at her young and charming face, Butler Meng felt a burst of fire in his heart, or else he liked young and beautiful ones, and when he was with Wang, he felt as if he was back in his twenties.

Not to mention that Wang Shi is so charming and has a similar past, which makes Meng Butler feel that Wang Shi can't live without him, he is her god.

This is also the reason why Steward Meng has many wives and concubines, but the Wang family has always been his favorite reason.

Mrs. Wang successfully obtained the beauty picture from Meng Butler, and when she returned to her house, she closed the doors and windows tightly, and asked the maid to guard outside, so that no one else could enter her house at will.

Then he opened the shaft head that had fallen off before, and took out a roll of things hidden inside.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a stack of deeds.

Mrs. Wang is illiterate, but the deed is not unfamiliar, and she can recognize it at a glance.

She quickly flipped the stack of deeds aside, the names on the deeds were not in the same shape as her master's name, and the first letter of the name looked very similar to the first letter of the names of the people in Dajia Village. .

(End of this chapter)