Revenge cold princess, I want you

"Ruoer, do you feel any discomfort? Come on, let aunt have a look. " After dinner, Zhang Yan is going to go out to the garden. She hasn't seen her lovely flowers and plants for many days, but now that she sees her prospective daughter-in-law coming down, of course she has to care about it first, otherwise, the ice son behind will say that she is“ I've already eaten. Are you hungry? I'll let Leng Bo bring it to you now? " After laughing, no matter what other people's opinions were, he directly ordered the cold housekeeper to bring the already prepared dinner.

"Young master, miss youruo, please take your time." An attendant is in the waving room of the cold housekeeper, and the food has been orderly arranged on the table.

"Ruoer, eat quickly. You must be hungry after sleeping so long. These are prepared according to the requirements of ice. He told me that these are what you like to eat. You should eat more. hey. Come on, Xiao Hong, give the lady a meal. " Zhang Yan said to the servant with a smile.

"Yes, madam." Walking quickly to the table, Xiao Hong quickly served a good meal for the beautiful but cold ruoer sitting in the corner of the table and respectfully put it in front of her. In fact, Xiao Hong wanted to serve dinner for her young master, but her wife didn't speak, so she didn't have the courage to make her own decisions. I had to do as my wife told me, and then stood quietly aside.

Looking at the unhappy clubbing on her maid's face, Zhang Yan certainly knows that the women in the family like her cold, quiet, but handsome son. She is still very happy and proud of this. But it's time to give up the idea of the little maid and not delay her good daughter's house.

"Well, hum, Xiao Hong. What are you still doing? You still don't serve dinner for the young master. " Thinking of this, Zhang Yan falsely coughed and said solemnly. In other words, Zhang Yan didn't have the shelf of your wife at all. Now it's the same thing to have a whole voice.

"Ah, yes, madam." While still wondering about the relationship between the young master and the beautiful young lady, Xiao Hong was pulled back from thousands of thoughts by Zhang Yan's words.

"Xiao Hong, I'm serving a bowl of soup for my lovely future daughter-in-law. You can't starve her. " Zhang Yan said with a smile.

"Ah." Xiaohong, who didn't respond or was a little too frightened, screamed in a low voice.

"Ah, what, how did you become so unruly? Hurry up and serve the soup. " Leng Bo scolded when he saw that the person he recruited was so unwise.

"Sorry, cold housekeeper, I was wrong." After Xiaohong admitted her mistake, she filled a bowl of soup for her wife's prospective daughter-in-law.

Seeing that so many things can happen after a meal, Leng yebing was a little impatient and said angrily, "you all go down."

"Yes, young master."

"Yes, young master." When the young master spoke, the cold housekeeper went down with Xiao Hong. He had to enlighten the new servant.

"Mom, go upstairs, too. We can eat it ourselves. " Seeing that everyone else had gone, Leng yebing said something that surprised Zhang Yan.

"No, son, you even rush your mother. You are so cruel. Ruoer, why did I have such a heartless son? Sobbing. " At last, Zhang Yan sobbed.

"Aunt, stop crying. Bing, he's kidding you, isn't he, Bing? " When she left her seat, ruoer came to Zhang Yan, patted her trembling back and comforted her softly.

"He's not." Zhang Yan secretly glanced at her son, lost a look, and continued to cry.