Going Wrong as a Wife: Young Master Gu, Don't Be Arrogant

Chapter 39

The more she scrolled down, the more she couldn't complain.

"A donation is a good person? It's really... [-] million, it's amazing to be rich." Tucao Tucao, seeing the posted price, suddenly choked.

In her eyes, Ye Jieche had already become Zhou Papi's spokesperson, and when she suddenly saw him generously donating money, she was [-]% disbelieving and [-]% conspiracy theorizing.

Xia Yu was speechless with emotion. If he could really donate so generously to others, then all the things she was forced to do would be completely forgiven.

But no, that man still cared about it, and took revenge with his own actions.

Even smaller than a woman's air.

Xia Yu fumbled and froze while flipping through the pages. She didn't stop until she saw a p-picture under the comments of a netizen named Xiao Xi 666.

The mobile phone in his hand suddenly fell to the ground, with his back against the ground, the domestic machine is generally resistant to falling, the screen is still on, and the face of the man in the picture is directly facing her.

Ye Jieche in the picture is wearing a formal handmade suit, with the sharpness and coldness of a business elite rushing towards her face, and her deep eyes are slightly squinted. From her perspective, it seems that the two are directly looking at each other. .

That kind of creepy feeling made her unable to bear to step back, moving so that the quilt and the person fell onto the bed.

And when a text message alert came from the phone at the right time, Xia Yu opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, her head was full of chaos.

Frowning and getting up, who would text her now?

Picking up the phone from the floor, unlocking the simple screen lock, you can directly see the small window of the text message, the sender is the dictatorial machismo big devil.

With lingering fear in her heart, Xia Yu clicked on the text message, which was always concise and neat, as if she suddenly remembered it and edited it impatiently.

Stay in the villa well, don't have to do anything, call Mama Wu and Aunt Yang if you have something to do.

Xia Yu laughed when she saw it, and poked her finger on the screen a few times. Is this going to treat her as a disabled person?

Ye Jieche is really deceiving people too much, but he has capital.

The more she thought about it, the more her heart sank. Although the age difference between the two was not very big, there were countless suitors behind her powerful and powerful.

On the other hand, her power and power aside, her suitors had received a few love letters from a young man with erupting hormones during school.

And the person I've always liked is... forget it.

She got up, went downstairs to the kitchen, and found a bottle of jujube-flavored yogurt. It seemed that the refrigerator had only been filled with such things since she appeared.

"Young Mistress, do you want to go for a walk in the garden?" Aunt Yang came back from the outside, saw her standing in front of the refrigerator in a daze, and thought she was bored.

But she is really boring.

Xia Yu turned around and smiled: "No, I'll go upstairs and read a book later."

It was the complete set of books on maternity and pregnancy health care that that bastard Ye Jieche brought her last time, and all of them were gold-bound limited editions. Rich people just burn them.

And walking around, that is, in this villa, where surveillance can be spread all over, she didn't think it was interesting.

Every move is being monitored, like living in a transparent glass world, without any privacy.

"I'm tired, do I need to contact a masseuse for you?"

For this obedient and polite girl, Aunt Yang always took special care of her.

After being flattered and thanked repeatedly, Xia Yu politely declined.

She really couldn't enjoy this kind of treatment, and felt very uncomfortable.It will give her a sense of déjà vu.

Biting the straw hard, he walked upstairs, with deep resentment mixed with his back, and the accumulated dissatisfaction erupted silently, but there was no way to vent it.

As soon as Ye Jieche's incident happened, she didn't have any self-control, just like in a TV drama, she exploded with prehistoric power.

……

There was a bouquet of pleasantly scented flowers on the balcony, and the prickly pear she had asked for, in an incongruous yet strange harmony.

The book covering her face was flipped by the long wind. The woman turned over on the couch frowning, and the book landed on the ground, waking her up.

Xia Yu opened her eyes impatiently, her eyes were filled with the colors of dusk, the sun was setting on the other side of the mountain, accompanied by the last glow of autumn sunset.

She patted Chaos on the head, it was getting dark earlier and earlier, and she spent another day doing nothing and doing nothing.

Instead of being exhausted by work, she still feels a little unaccustomed, which is sadly slavish.

Secretly lamenting her temper, Xia Yu put down the book and went into the bedroom, only the clock was ticking, and the long hand crossed the hour hand.

05:30, time to cook dinner.

The last time I wanted to order a bowl of noodles, it turned out that the kitchen was like a big battle, which almost became a thorn in her mind.

In the kitchen, as soon as she washed the onions, Mama Wu, who was in charge of the cooking, came over in a hurry. She must have heard about her record and she looked worried.

Wu Ma politely chased them away, turned off the water quickly, and took the onion away from her hand, "Young Mistress, let me do these things, you go outside to rest first."

He made it clear that he didn't want her to do it, and his attitude could be regarded as respectful.

Xia Yu directly stated her attitude, feeling good about herself, "Mother Wu, don't worry, I actually learned how to cook before, and it's not bad."

I have attended a food class several times, but I didn’t go there again because of the conflict with my school time, but I also learned a lot of home cooking.

It is true that I was praised many times by the tutor, which led to a long period of time.

After Wu Ma put down the onions, she was silent for a while. The order not to let the young mistress enter the kitchen was issued by the young master, so she didn't need to doubt it, she just had to carry it out.

"Young Mistress's kitchen smells of oily fumes, which is not good for the health of pregnant women. You'd better let me, a rough person who is used to it, do it."

As she spoke, she walked towards the main table, showing her position with actions.

Xia Yu bit her lower lip and frowned slightly. What kind of praise must her achievements have to make this kind-hearted woman wary of her like this?
But she couldn't give up, before the child was born, before she had to accept that person's punishment, she had to strive for a good image.

It is difficult to overthrow the image that has been established in his heart, but if you don't try, you will regret it for a lifetime.

"Mama Wu, don't worry. I assure you that the child will be fine, and I will be fine. Let's treat it as a vacation for you, okay?" Xia Yu started to play the obedient card, and smiled showing two dimples.

Wu Ma pursed her lips and smiled bitterly. She couldn't offend the young master, and neither could the young mistress. Being caught in the middle suffered the most, so she could only persuade her with persimmons.

"Young Mistress, please don't embarrass us servants. If the Young Master blames us, no one will be able to bear it."

Having said all of this, it would seem a little unreasonable to force it any more, so I had to put down a soft tone and say the last blow: "Mama Wu, you see Ye Jieche is so kind to me, you won't let me do anything."

Hehe, what a big-headed ghost he is.

(End of this chapter)