Rebirth of the rich and powerful daughter of revenge

Chapter 471 Mr. President Recycles Resources
In the living room of the villa, Mo Yunting pulled Dai Lanshan to sit on his lap, reached out and tore off the scarf around her neck and threw it into Leng Wuxin's hand.

Helping her straighten her hair, he put one hand on the sofa and the other around her waist.

Leng Wuxin's eyes quickly scanned the postures of the two, and looked away.

Since Xi Zhi'er came in, she ran around like a curious baby, and her laughter pierced the ears of the three people in the living room from time to time.

A servant washed the fruit and sent it to the tea table to put it down, and at Mo Yunting's order, he went down to make a glass of milk and brought it to Dai Lanshan.

Dai Lanshan took the warm milk and rubbed her hands back and forth in her hands, looking at Leng Wuxin who lowered her gaze to the coffee table.

He bumped Mo Yunting's chest with his elbow, "What's wrong with you, don't let the servants make tea for them."

Mo Yunting raised his eyebrows, and shouted at the servant who was wiping the floor in the corner, "Go get a bottle of good red wine, and get two glasses of blood."

Leng Wuxin immediately raised his head to look at Mo Yunting, his eyes were cold and sharp.

Dai Lanshan put the milk in his hand on the coffee table, turned around and slapped Mo Yunting on the neck, "What are you doing!"

"If you don't give them something to drink, what will you do if you lose your nerve for a while?"

"Yunting, don't be so eccentric..."

"I haven't, I'm telling the truth."

"You're petty, people don't care about you all the time, you just keep on sneering!"

Dai Lanshan snorted angrily, left Mo Yunting's arms and sat down on a corner of the sofa.

There was a huge distance between the two of them, and Mo Yunting looked helpless and nervous.

Looking towards Leng Wuxin who was looking at them, "What would you like to drink?"

"Although your tone is not good, you are telling the truth. I do need a cup of blood."

"Okay, you wait."

Mo Yunting got up to solve the problem by himself. He ran to the backyard to find the male servant who was watering the potted plants.

"Go and catch a chicken in the cage."

"Does Mo always want to make chicken soup for the president's wife? I'm going to catch it."

There is a large cage near the wall in the backyard, and there are twenty chickens in it. Su Yunping had someone raise them when she lived here. When it comes to supplementing Dai Lanshan's health, she also said that the chickens bought outside are not enough to raise by herself. good.

After a while, the male servant caught a fat rooster and ran back, holding the rooster's legs and showing it off in front of Mo Yunting.

"This chicken is so fat, it can make a pot of good soup for the president's wife! By the way, don't you have two guests? Both of them can drink."

Mo Yunting took a step back. The rooster struggled desperately in the hands of the male servant. It lost a few hairs. It seemed to be quite strong, and there must be a lot of blood on its body!
He looked disgusted, afraid that the hair on its body would fly onto his clothes.

"Put two cups of blood from it, don't kill it."

The male servant was a little confused, "President, what do you want to do with it?"

"The president's wife is only going to cook chicken blood tonight, not chicken."

"Oh!" The male servant held the struggling cock in one hand, and scratched the back of his head with the other hand.

Seeing that Mo Yunting was about to leave with his hands in his pockets, he quickly called out, "But two cups of blood have been released, I don't know if it can survive!"

"If you can't bear it, let it have a cup of blood, and grab another one and let it out with a cup of blood!"

The male servant was a little confused, what's going on?Is the President recycling resources to save money?
Mo Yunting walked back to the living room with his head held high, and saw Xi Zhi'er sitting next to Dai Lanshan, gnawing an apple and chattering.

Walking over with big strides, he pushed Xi Zhi'er away who was obstructive, "Stay away from her!"

Xi Zhi'er looked at Mo Yunting in astonishment, watching him treat Dai Lanshan like a nervous darling.

"This is too exaggerated. I just saw that the two of them were too boring and neither of them talked, so I came to talk to her! What do you think I want to do to her?"

Mo Yunting put one hand on Dai Lanshan's shoulders, checked her up and down, turned his head and gave Zhao Xi Zhi'er a hard look.

"If you talk too much, get out of my house!"

"..."

"Don't sit here! Sit with Leng Wuxin, two mutated species!"

Dai Lanshan, "Yun Ting, what are you talking about! Xi Zhi'er had no malicious intentions just now, so she chatted with me casually."

"No malice? Lu Jinming turned into a lunatic and kept trying to deal with us because of her intervention."

Xi Zhi'er, "No, I didn't know about his grievances with you at that time, I just wanted to know if the old witch told him about..."

"Shut up! I don't want to hear more from you!" Mo Yunting yelled, making Xi Zhi'er stunned for a while, and walked towards the closet with Dai Lanshan in his arms, "I'll accompany you to change clothes."

Dai Lanshan looked at Xi Zhi'er and Leng Wuxin's innocent eyes, then at himself still wearing the clothes he wore to the wedding in the morning, and let Mo Yunting lead him into the closet.

As soon as Mo Yunting left the living room, Xi Zhi'er immediately jumped up again and continued to eat her apples.

"I said Leng Wuxin! You have been stupid since you came in, and you didn't say a word! It's normal for you not to speak when your husband is around, but when Mo Yunting was not by her side, you didn't dare to speak, how inferior! "

Leng Wuxin glanced at Xi Zhi'er with icy eyes, "If you talk too much, I will throw you out of here!"

"Heh! Just like Mo Yunting, tell you! I'm afraid of him, but I'm not afraid of you!"

The male servant walked into the living room with two cups of blood, looked around blankly, and wanted to ask Mo Yunting how to cook the two cups of blood and what seasonings to put in.

Xi Zhi'er sniffed and smelled the smell of blood, threw the half-eaten apple directly on the carpet, and ran towards the male servant.

Leng Wuxin frowned, stared at the half apple on the carpet, bent over and stretched out his long hand to pick it up and throw it into the trash can.

He told himself in his heart that he didn't want to help Xi Zhi'er deal with it, but that he didn't want Dai Lanshan to frown when he saw the house was dirty.

Xi Zhi'er took two cups of blood from the male servant, and waved to the dazed male servant, "It's none of your business, you can do whatever you need to do! Leave this to me!"

"Miss, this is what our president wants to cook for the president's wife. You must cook it according to our president's wife's taste. Our president's wife doesn't taste good when she is pregnant."

"I know, I know, I'll take care of it!" Xi Zhi'er impatiently rushed the male servant, watching the chicken blood in the cup glisten with both eyes.

The male servant looked around, thinking that the president and the president's wife had never brought any friends back. This girl must be trustworthy, so he left in peace.

Xi Zhi'er glanced at the leaving male servant, and ran to Leng Wuxin like a sneaky cat carrying two cups of blood.

(End of this chapter)