Madam Dihao is not good

On the surface, they greeted Wen Wanrou with care, but in fact they all smiled gloatingly in their hearts.

Aunt Li immediately called Su Shijie to report.

Su Shijie's attitude was still the same, cold and indifferent.

Aunt Li closed the phone in bewilderment, guessing what the young master was thinking

He seemed to be like this all the time, standing idly by Wen Wanrou and Chanel's fighting. [

That time, Chanel was tied up. She thought that the young master was really tired of the young mistress and fell in love with Miss Wen.

But this time, Miss Wen was beaten, and he was so cold...

Aunt Li couldn't figure out what this young master was thinking. When Su Shijie was 6 years old, she entered Su's house and watched him grow up.

Since he was a child, he was different from other children, his emotions were not on his face, and his thoughts were deep.

Until now, Aunt Li has watched him for more than 20 years, and she only knows his general preferences, but she can never figure him out thoroughly.

Such a man actually has an extremely withdrawn and closed personality, and he refuses anyone to enter his inner world.

Chanel went to the front yard to look at the violin, and a servant said with experience:

"Young lady, you must never blow it with a hair dryer or expose it to the sun, otherwise the paint will peel off and peel off. You can wipe it with curing oil or something, and then put it in a cool and dry place. The piano bread layer is soft and absorbent. paper, wait for 1 to 2 hours and wait for the piano to dry a bit, then put it in a place with weak sunlight..."

Chanel thanked the servant and followed her method, but couldn't find the maintenance oil.

I went to ask Aunt Li for it, and Aunt Li took her up to the second floor to get it.

When passing by Xia Xiner's bedroom, I heard Wen Wanrou swearing: "That's it, the whole process of this bitch beating me has been filmed, and I'm going to post it on the Internet so that my fans will spurn her... Hey! Be careful! The water is dripping on my keyboard!"

Chanel stood still, because the door was slightly open, and she looked inside.

Wen Wanrou was lying on the sofa by the window, a servant was applying her face