Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Blackened male gods should be pampered

Chapter 599 The Marshal's Ninth Wife (5)

Early the next morning, Sang Jian was woken up by a knock on the door.

"Young madam, it's time to offer tea to the old madam."

There was a maid's voice outside the door.

Sang Jian woke up from his sleep and rubbed his eyes.

Huo Nanting has married so many women, does the habit of serving tea still exist?
She was forced to get up, and the maid outside the door came in to dress her up.

The current Sang Jian is still too young to wear clothes that reflect his identity.

Huo Nanting prepared a light pink round neck dress for her. The skirt was knee-length, which made her delicate and lovely. The light pink made her look more hydrated.

The hair was braided and coiled behind the head, and a few pink flowers were simply inserted between the hair.

It not only proves that she is a married woman, but also does not make her look old-fashioned.

When Sang Jian looked at herself in the mirror, she was indeed 70.00% similar to her real body.

He could barely regard her as his own body.

Looking at her own outfit in the mirror, Sang Jian was in a good mood.

I stayed in a mental hospital since I was a child, and I wore hospital gowns all year round, and I never had a chance to dress up.

After coming to the small world to find an account, she would occasionally dress up in the small world, but that was not her own appearance after all.

Seeing Meng Sangjian's appearance now, Sangjian felt that his body must be well dressed.

The servant girl took the lip balm and dabbed it on her lips lightly to make her complexion more attractive.

"Young Madam, it's all right."

Sang Jian pursed her lips, nodded, stood up and left the room with the maid.

When she came back last night, Sang Jian was wearing a red hijab and couldn't see the surrounding environment clearly.

Only now did she realize that she was in a villa.

The maid took her downstairs. Huo Nanting's mother, Huo Qing, was wearing a cheongsam, sitting on the leather sofa with her legs crossed, waiting expressionlessly for Sang Jian to come downstairs and offer her tea.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Sang Jian coming down, and immediately sat up straight, looking like a lady.

For some reason, Sang Jian felt that she was putting on airs.

But no matter how you say it, you have to have the courtesy you deserve.

There was a cup of tea on the coffee table, which seemed to be for her.

Sang Jian walked over, picked up the tea cup on the coffee table, and handed it to Huo Qing, "Mom, drink tea."

Her tone was neither humble nor overbearing, and she didn't have the timidity of a 13-year-old girl when she saw her elders.

Huo Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, reached out to take the teacup, and snorted softly, "Don't change the name, just call Auntie."

She whispered, "Who knows how many days you can live?"

Sang Jian: "Alright Auntie!"

Sang Jian is very talkative.

"." Huo Qing couldn't fix this.

She is not angry at all?
Not only was Sang Jian not angry, she sat down on the other side of the sofa after offering tea, as if at home, "Auntie, where is my husband?"

Huo Qing: "."

Why does it feel like she calls auntie like she is a servant at home?
"Hmph." Huo Qing was angry, "Not everyone is like you, who can stay in bed at home. Do you know how busy Nanting is usually?"

Sang Jian nodded, "I know now."

Huo Nanting's parents divorced since childhood, so Huo Nanting followed his mother's surname.

He was able to achieve his current status, step by step with his own hands.

So it's understandable that this man is a little busy.

Seeing Sangjian's unsalty attitude, Huo Qing felt that she, a kid, didn't understand at all!
(End of this chapter)