After the divorce, the ex-husband cried and proposed to remarry

"What is this really?"

Qi Sheng glanced at him, leaned sideways on the railing, and scanned the housekeeper several times with his sizing eyes.

The expression on the butler's face froze. Although he was a little surprised that Qi Sheng had changed his temper this time when he came back this time, instead of his previous submissive attitude, the character that Qi Sheng had shown in the past few years had been deeply ingrained in the butler's heart.

"It seems that during your trip, you not only forgot the etiquette lessons from elementary school to adulthood, but you don't even understand what others say."

The housekeeper twitched the corner of his mouth with a smirk, and said with disgust on his face: "Then I will say it straight, Master Qi Sheng, you are really ignorant. You clearly know that everyone is busy working together for your husband, but you still insist on picking a job at this time because you think everyone is not busy enough? If this is your way of attracting Mr. In that dirty slum, I crawled onto your husband's bed, tsk tsk, you have not learned such a great skill, master..."

Originally, Qi Sheng just listened to other things the housekeeper said, and didn't pay attention to them at all, but the housekeeper's lover was so absurd that it involved his mother, and the housekeeper's attitude was so contemptuous.

Qi Sheng raised his eyelids, took a cold look at the butler who was still talking nonsense, and without talking nonsense, directly clenched his fists and punched the butler in the face.

The sound of the fist hitting the flesh made Qi Sheng relax, and the resentment that Yu Jie had held in his heart since the butler spoke just now subconsciously dissipated, making him feel much more at ease.

But the housekeeper on the opposite side felt a scream when the pain came. He subconsciously touched his face with trembling hands, and touched some wet and sticky liquid. He raised his hand with wide eyes and looked at the red to glaring liquid.

The housekeeper never thought that after serving the Qi family for so many years, one day he would suffer such an attack in the Qi family's house.

When socializing outside on weekdays, even if there is hatred between each other, at most it is just a few words of cynicism, and what is more intense is a scolding. For the sake of the face of their same class, they, the housekeepers who represent the status of the master’s family, will never engage in such humiliating depreciation behaviors as fighting each other outside. He was kicked out of his post, who would dare to punch him?

But the constant pain on his face reminded him again that he was really punched, and the one who hit him was the taciturn and easy-to-handle stepson who was brought back by Mr. Qi? !
The housekeeper's eyes widened, panting heavily, covering his bleeding nose with one hand, pointing at Qi Sheng with the other, and shouted sharply: "How dare you?! I am the housekeeper of the Qi family, and you are so disrespectful to me?! When Mr. comes back, I must sue him!"

Facing the butler who kept puffing like an angry locomotive, Qi Sheng was extremely calm, with a happy expression on his face, he shrugged his shoulders, and said indifferently: "Oh, just file a complaint, it's up to you."

"However, before you file a complaint, let me sort out a guest room." Qi Sheng casually kicked the door of the room, which was not closed firmly. Due to the sudden vibration of the air, dust poured out onto the housekeeper's head and face, successfully making his image even worse. "This broken room, whoever you like will live in it."

After saying this, Qi Sheng turned around with his mobile phone and walked towards the restaurant. After all, what the housekeeper said just now was not lying at all. The regular dinner time of Qi's family is coming soon. He just came back from the hospital and he is hungry. Why don't he just go there and wait for dinner.

Looking at the back of Qi Sheng leaving, the housekeeper's expression was uncertain, and finally he looked at the direction of Qi Sheng's leaving very resentfully, "bah" and said: "Go to sleep on the street tonight, let me see who dares to clean up your room?!"

However, the muscles on the butler's face were twitched like this, and the nosebleed, which had some signs of stopping, spewed out again in an instant, directly staining the front of the butler's shirt red. The butler, who had been with Mr. Qi all these years and was regarded as a pampered man, was a little confused, and hurriedly found someone to treat his injured nose.

The setting sun was about to fall below the horizon, and the lights in Qi's house came on one after another. The doorman heard the familiar sound of the vehicle engine, looked up at the license plate, opened the gate graciously, and watched the car carrying Mr. Qi drive in. The exhaust gas sprayed on his face was still smiling obsequiously.

This originally very quiet house seemed to have regained its vitality with the return of the owner. The servants who shuttled through the huge building did their best to provide the most considerate service for the owner who was about to return home, making sure that the owner felt 100% comfortable.

Qi Sheng glanced out from the floor-to-ceiling window and saw the man pretending to come out from behind the car seat. He couldn't help but sneer. Over the years, the ostentation around this man has become bigger and bigger. It seems that he has realized that he is getting older and does not have his own blood. At that time, the young talent who was in full swing.

Qi Hongmao got out of the car, glanced at the butler who came to greet him, frowned and said, "What's the matter with the face?"

The butler instantly put on an aggrieved look, seemed to want to say something and then swallowed it, he waved his hand hesitantly and said: "It's nothing, Young Master Qi Sheng may be in a bad mood today, his movements are a little too big, I am also old, my eyes are dim, and I thought Young Master Qi Sheng asked me to go there for something, so I put myself under the fist..."