Lingfu Space: Supreme Pastoral Wife

Chapter 1002

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With a wave of his hand, the young master pushed all the stewards, "You are all against me. When I take over Cyclamen, I will be the first to fire you."

"Young master, you drank too much."

After all, he is the grandson of the big boss. Although the manager doesn't like it, he still has the respect he deserves.

"Hehe... flattery! Do you think I won't let you go because you flatter me? When the time comes, you will all go away, and you will all go away!"

The steward looked calm, and brought him back to the room with the two mistresses.

"Steward, will you report this matter to the higher authorities today? The young master said that the young master is here to accept training, and everything must be reported."

Xiao Er was a little apprehensive and couldn't make up his mind.

"Forget about it. The young master must also be simmering with anger. After all, as a dignified young master, he has been reduced to a mistress. It is normal for him to be unwilling."

The steward took Xiao Er and left.

In the middle of the night, the young master was already half awake.

I got up to relieve myself, and when I passed by the backyard, I saw that ordinary carriage, and snorted coldly in my heart, "Let you pretend to let you pretend! Let me see what you will pretend to be tomorrow!"

The next day, Tu Yi'an and Dong Yuling got up early and prepared to leave after having breakfast.

Xiurong went to the backyard of the inn to pick up the carriage.No, but the waiter of the inn stopped him outside the backyard and refused to let him in, "Guests, please wait a moment, this backyard is where the members of the inn enter. We will fetch your carriage for you right away." Come."

Xiu Rong raised her eyebrows, didn't say much, but still waited at the door.

However, after waiting for a quarter of an hour, the steward brought the carriage over with sweat profusely.

With just one glance, Xiu Rong said, "This is not our carriage."

"That..." The steward touched the sweat on his forehead, "Because the distinguished guest is the honored guest of our Cyclamen, we dare not be negligent, so we replaced the carriage with a new one for the guest."

"Heh... Changing carriages for guests for no reason, your Cyclamen's property is really big!"

The repaired face was already a bit cold, "Tell me, where is my original carriage? And your young master, take it out for me!"

"This..." The steward was a little embarrassed.

"Why, you cyclists want to protect this young master?"

Xiu Rong folded her arms around her chest, and looked at the steward with cold eyes. The steward felt cold all over, and shivered subconsciously, "Guests, please wait a moment, I... I'll go and invite the young master over here."

"Why do you want to invite the young master? Can't I, the eldest master?"

At this time, a man in white brocade came slowly, followed by four spiritual practitioners accompanied by long swords, with an extraordinary bearing.

"If you want to suffer for him, I don't mind."

Xiurong shot the man with a cold look, and he walked away fiercely, causing the man to stop, and he admitted that he didn't retreat.

"Ah."

With a cold snort, Xiurong withdrew his coercion and looked at the steward, "There is a wronged person and a debtor, so go and invite your young master here."

The steward glanced at the man cautiously, as if asking.

At this moment, the man finally understood that his useless younger brother had caused trouble again.

However, he didn't want to take the blame, especially since the cultivation level of the person in front of him was far better than his own.

"Hurry up and invite the young master over."

With the man's words, the steward immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and hurried away...

(End of this chapter)