Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 971 He stared at the woman under the shadow of the lamp
Xia Zhishui's single courtyard was the closest to the gate of the mansion. As soon as she arrived downstairs, she met the security guard on night shift.

The security guard was a little dazed when he saw his eldest lady in her pajamas with a tired face.

However, after a while, he regained his composure, said hello to Xia Zhishui, and then said: "Miss, you came down just in time, and my uncle seems to be here. It's just outside the gate of the mansion. I was thinking about whether to invite the master just now."

Xia Zhishui interrupted him, she naturally knew who the security guard referred to as the master, Xia Zhenxing.

She moved into Xia's old house in the afternoon. When the old man saw her moving bags into the old house, he thought she had been wronged by Nalan, so he almost drove over to find Nalan. The theory of people went.

It was well known that Xia Zhenxing doted on her.

If he is called up at this time, Nalan Rongmo can still show a good face, especially since he hates drunk men very much.

Xia Zhishui hurriedly waved to the security guard and said, "Keep quiet. You and I will follow."

Two minutes later, Xia Zhishui asked the security guard to open the door of the mansion.

As soon as the door opened, the man leaning against the doorpost and closing his eyes to rest and recuperate opened a coquettish narrow eyelid.

The lights at the bottom of the gatehouse were originally relatively bright, but the Xia family's old house is an ancestral house with a history of more than a hundred years, and the surrounding trees are lush and verdant, so the shade of the trees looks much dimmer.

Nalan Rongmo raised his eyes. When he was serious, he gave people a sense of evil elegance.

But that kind of evil spirit was never exaggerated, it just served the purpose of highlighting his whole aura.

But at this moment, the precipitating evil spirit seemed a little wanton and wild.

But his wine taste is not bad, even if he is drunk, the wine taste is also very good.

He stared at the woman under the shadow of the lamp, and frowned, "Zhi'er, why did you come down in slippers? You don't even wear socks!"

Xia Zhishui glanced at the car behind him, there were a few empty wine bottles lying on the ground beside the car, then she turned her eyes to the butler, and finally curled her lips at him, saying: "It's hot, wear socks, it's hot!"

After she finished speaking, she said to the butler, "How much wine did the young master drink? Did you drink it from home, or did you drink it here?"

The housekeeper didn't dare to hide anything, he replied truthfully: "The young master drank some red wine at home first, and came down from upstairs after taking a shower at about ten o'clock, and then picked up the car. At that time, although the young master was not drunk, But that's definitely not suitable for drunk driving. I asked him where he was going, and I drove him."

The housekeeper paused, looked up at Xia Zhishui's face, and then said: "The young master said that the house is too boring, and he wanted to go for a drive along the river, and then agreed to let me drive. When he was in the car, the young master seemed to be in a low mood. He drank a lot. When he took a lap along the river, he became drunk. So, the young master at the back clamored to come to your place to have a look. He couldn’t make up his mind, so he just sat here, looked at it, and then went back. In the end, he drank again Some white... until now."

Xia Zhishui pursed her lips, and said to the housekeeper, "You go back first, let him stay in the old house tonight."

The butler secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and subconsciously thought that it would be best, the husband and wife should not have overnight hatred, so that the young lady would take care of the young master for one night, and the two might be able to reconcile.

He bowed respectfully, then lifted his foot and moved away.

The engine of the car started, and it drove out in a short time.

Xia Zhishui withdrew her gaze and turned around. Nalan Rongmo was still paralyzed by alcohol, unable to stand upright and could only lean on the spot.

But his mind is clear.

(End of this chapter)