His Sunny Wife

The car sped down the road, finally crossed a suspension bridge and drove a few kilometers to a villa.

When the housekeeper came to open the door, he was startled.

"Little a young master? You Why are you back so late? " The housekeeper was still wearing pajamas and a blue coat.

Nangong Yaoling's face was expressionless, and his whole body was full of cold breath.

He didn't pay attention to the stunned housekeeper. He didn't even change his shoes. He put on his shoes and stepped on the carpet. He walked to the sofa and sat down.

With one foot on the coffee table, he took out a box of Marlboro cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one, lit it with a zippo lighter, and smoked it.

Looking at Nangong Yaoling's face, the housekeeper seemed to guess something.

For a moment, a touch of uneasiness slipped across his face.

But after all, he had been with the old man for more than 30 years, and had never seen any storm before. Therefore, his uneasiness and confusion were soon suppressed by him rationally.

"Young master, the old master and his wife are sleeping. Do you want me to give them to you..." He Bo came forward and said respectfully to Nangong Yaoling.

"No Nangong Yaoling was smoking. He glanced at the housekeeper coldly and said, "sit down and have a chat with me."

The housekeeper took a cool breath.

He put out his tongue and licked his lips. Although he was very reluctant, he had to go to the opposite side of Nangong Yaoling and sit down.

Housekeeper he reluctantly said with a smile: "young master, what's the matter with you today? I think of chatting with my old man. Ha ha... "

"He Bo, you are really old. I heard that your grandson is going to middle school, too?"

"Ah, yes, I will go to junior high school next year." When he thought of his grandson, he couldn't help feeling happy.

Nangong Yaoling vomited a cigarette ring.

Although it didn't seem to be intentional, the smoke just floated in front of housekeeper he. He covered his lips and coughed several times. His face turned red.

Nangong Yaoling moves the cigarette away from his fingers and smiles at housekeeper he.

He Bo looked at the smile, his forehead almost broke out in a cold sweat.

"Young master, you What can I do for you. I I really can't smell the smoke... " He coughed twice more, covering his mouth.

Nangong Yaoling kindly put out the cigarette in the ashtray.

"He Bo, since you've all spoken, I won't beat about the bush. You watched me grow up. You know me best. You should know what I want to ask, right

He stretched out his hand and scratched his forehead.

"Young master Why do you embarrass me, an old man As you know, as a servant, I can't interfere in the affairs of my master. Besides It's only a few days since my wife came back. I... "

"He Bo is really a wise man." Nangong Yaoling narrowed his eyes and observed housekeeper he in front of him. He raised his eyebrow and asked, "so, is it really my mother's hand?"

He Bo widened his eyes and looked at Nangong Yaoling: "young master I don't see anything I was waiting for the master upstairs. When I heard the voice coming, I only saw my little grandmother lying on the sofa... "

Nangong Yaoling's face turned white.

There was a sneer on his lips.

"Good..." He nodded and supported the table with one hand: "he Bo, this matter has nothing to do with my grandfather?"

"When Of course, it doesn't matter... "

He Bo said nervously.