Reborn sweet wife holds the sky

Chapter 37

Zhan Qingxiao frowned slightly, bent down, picked up the girl horizontally, turned around and walked to his residence.

Gan Sen covered his face, "Housekeeper Hu, why did you give the order to shoot without asking?"

It was only then that Hu Xi saw clearly that this suspicious woman turned out to be Lord Xiao's wife in name. He didn't regret his recklessness, and said righteously, "She sneaked into the manor in the middle of the night, there must be something wrong. If you don't stun her, what if she is not good for you?"

"Then do you know that you ruined my grandfather's candlelight supper?"

Gan Sen sighed. As someone who has experienced it, although he is also very dissatisfied with this Mrs. Zhan, who made the Lord see it right?
Forget it, he'd better take advantage of the chaos and slip away.

Lest you suffer for a while.

Zhan Qingxiao carried the girl into his room, carefully placed her on the bed, and withdrew her arms. The white shirt with the cuffs was already wet with her sweat. It seemed that the girl wasted a lot of effort in order to come to see him.

Suddenly, I felt a little regretful in my heart. I shouldn't have tormented her for my own selfish desires.

"Hu Xi."

He called the housekeeper coldly.

When Hu Xi entered the door, he saw Si Moai laying sweaty and dirty on Lord Xiao's bunk, and his jaw dropped in shock, "Master, why did you put her on your bed?!"

You know, Lord Xiao has a serious obsession with cleanliness.

After being laid down with such a dirty body by this woman, Master Xiao probably doesn't even want the whole bed, does he?
This bed was custom-made at the beginning, and it was huge, so it would be troublesome to move it out!

Harmful spirit, really harmful!

Hu Xi was upset.

"If you don't put me on the bed, should you put it on your bed?" A cold gaze fell on Hu Xi, and Zhan Qingxiao's tone was rough, "Is she my wife Zhan, or your wife Hu?!"

Hu Xi's face turned pale with fright, "Master, this subordinate made a slip of the tongue."

"Find some maids to help her freshen up and change into clean clothes. The temperature of the water should be appropriate. It can't scald her, let alone freeze her! Do you understand?"

"Ming...understood..."

Hu Xi hurriedly arranged for his men to deal with it. He looked at the woman who was carefully carried into the bathroom by Lord Xiao, and his eyes were hot no matter what he saw.

Thinking of this woman's current status, Hu Xi felt that she was really ugly and unworthy of virtue.

So he ordered the maids who filed in: "You guys, take care of your wife's skin care, put on makeup, change your hairstyle and so on."

"Yes."

Zhan Qingxiao didn't stay long, and after carrying Si Moai into the bathroom, he left.

Hu Xi really didn't dare touch his master's bad luck again, until Zhan Qingxiao left, he always bowed his head respectfully and bowed his head.

About an hour later, a well-built maid carried Si Moai who had tidied up to the bed. Hu Xi glanced at her, her eyes widened suddenly, and she stroked her beard with satisfaction: "Well, this is a bit of a housekeeper." Grandpa will be very satisfied when he sees the appearance of the mistress. You guys are good at makeup."

One of the maids said, "Housekeeper Hu, we didn't put makeup on Miss Si, this is Miss Si's pure makeup."

"what?"

Hu Xi felt that his three views had exploded, so he leaned over to take a look, shook his fingers, and pointed at Si Momo who was in a coma, "She, she, she, did she look like this?"

It was only then that Hu Xi realized that the two times he saw this girl, she had her hair covered to cover her facial features, like an ancient shepherd dog.

Coupled with the soiled blue sportswear, the first impression is ugly.

But did not expect ...

Hu Xi shut himself up...

Si Love fell into a coma until the next morning, when she faintly woke up, her body seemed to have peeled off a layer of skin, it was so hot and painful, she struggled to sit up on the bed, and then found that someone had changed her nightgown.

Princess nightdress in ancient European style, tailored to fit, fine workmanship, gorgeous and exaggerated shape.

"hiss……"

She gasped, touched her arm, and found that the hair on her arm was gone, and the skin was as smooth as satin.

what's the situation?
Although the anesthetic had passed long ago, she still stumbled towards the mirror like a soft-legged shrimp.

The thick bangs of the girl in the mirror were braided into a herringbone braid, wrapped around the back of her head, and pinned with a crystal hairpin, fully revealing her exquisite face.

(End of this chapter)