The Delicate White Moonlight of Paranoid Powerful Officials

Chapter 468 How dare you even control your master?

Fennel sneered, "There is no lotus paste cake in our garden."

"Then don't you know how to go out and buy?"

Fuyu gave her a blank look, "What is it, dare to treat me?"

The rest of her words got stuck in her throat, and she looked at the man at the bead curtain with a complicated expression.

"What is this doing?"

Mei Shuyu came into the room.

Fennel immediately said respectfully, "Madam said she wants to eat lotus paste cake."

"Since Madam wants to eat, you can go out and buy it. Who else should order?"

The man frowned, a little displeased.

Fennel lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, looking like a servant, which made Fuyu feel very refreshed.

After Fennel left, Fuyu turned to look at Mei Shuyu, raised her eyebrows and said, "You should kill this servant girl, and buy another one at that time."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Fen Xiang's body stiffen at the bead curtain door, and she was secretly proud of herself.

"What's going on?"

Mei Shuyu sat down, "It's so good, what's the point of killing her with a rod? Besides, now that the mansion is struggling to make ends meet, where can I get spare money to buy servants?"

"Can't make ends meet?"

Fuyu looked suspicious, "How could it be possible to make ends meet?"

"You still ask me?"

Mei Shuyu laughed back angrily, "Do you think those things of yours are just inexplicable? I didn't pay for it."

Fuyu carefully observed his expression, saw that he was really annoyed, and believed it, she said: "What does it have to do with me? It's clear that those things came together by themselves, can't you solve it?"

"Easy to say."

Mei Shuyu glanced at her, and then said nothing.

The house is quiet.

I don't know why, but Fuyu always feels that there is a smell of conspiracy and conspiracy in this room.

Her heart tightened, she bit her lip, she wanted to escape from here quickly.

Mei Shuyu looked around the room for a long time, and finally her eyes fell on the person on the couch.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Fuyu hugged the brocade quilt and looked at him warily.

Mei Shuyu looked at her calmly, and asked, "How is your injury? Has it improved?"

"...I'm getting better, I can't take all those medicines for nothing."

Fuyu drooped her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, it seemed that her heart was extremely restless.

Mei Shuyu took a look and then looked away. After a long while, he whispered: "If you want to eat something, just tell them, if they ignore or contradict you, you tell me, I will Go get them."

He stood up, looked at Fuyu with a complicated expression, hesitated to speak, and finally all the words in his heart turned into a sigh.

Mei Shuyu walked out.

Fuyu leaned on the head of the bed, looked at his back, her expression gradually relaxed, and she showed doubts.

What does this mechu really mean?
What does it mean to treat her like this for a while, and then do that for a while?

As she thought about it, her heart was in a mess, bumping around like headless chickens.

After thinking for a long time, I have no thoughts.

The day went on like this.

Fuyu was seriously injured, and she has been recuperating these days.

Except for Mei Shuyu who came to visit her occasionally, no one else came to visit her.

just.

The way Mei Chu looked at her now always made her feel goosebumps all over her body.

That kind of look, there is no probing, no killing intent, no hostility.

But I can't tell what's inside.

Fuyu felt a little headache.

She really didn't know what Mei Chu was thinking.

For this reason, she seldom had the thought of fleeing from Meiyuan.

I have been thinking about what Mei Chu was thinking.

Thinking like this, the days slipped by unconsciously, and it was mid-May in a blink of an eye.

The weather was fine that day, Fuyu wanted to go out for a stroll, but was stopped by someone.

"What do you mean? I'm not allowed to go out, what? How dare you even control the master?"

Fuyu kept a cold face, with an expression of displeasure.

(End of this chapter)