The actress' ex-wife is very popular

Chapter 3347 The reason
Cheng Anyue changed her clothes, tidied up the room, and was sweating all over.

When she saw the marks on the bed, her expression was a little wonderful.

She pulled the quilt and covered it directly, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

But soon she thought of another question, maybe her brother would not have seen it.

But probably not, my brother wouldn't pay attention to this.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Cheng Anyue thought that An Shijue was back, so she immediately ran to open the door.

The door opened and she found it was the butler.

She smiled and said, "Grandpa the housekeeper."

"Miss, your supper is ready."

"Thank you!" Cheng Anyue stepped aside, watching the butler bring in the food.

She stuck her head out and took a look, where is her brother?

The housekeeper turned his head and looked at Cheng Anyue looking outside, and said involuntarily, "Young master has gone back to his room to wash up."

"Oh." Cheng Anyue nodded, although she felt a little disappointed, she also knew that she couldn't be willful anymore.

She walked to the table and sat down. Looking at the side dishes and porridge in front of her, she felt a little hungry.

After the housekeeper left, Cheng Anyue finished eating the porridge not long after, and she noticed a teacup beside her.

When she opened the lid of the ceramic cup, she smelled the smell of ginger. She was a little puzzled and took a sip.

Only then did I discover that it was ginger brown sugar water.

Why did the housekeeper prepare this for her? Isn't this what the auntie drank after she came?
In other words, how did he know that her aunt was coming.

Thinking of this, Cheng Anyue felt a little weird and a little embarrassed.

However, after she thought about it, she suddenly had a guess, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that the guess was true.

My brother knew that her aunt was coming, so he asked the housekeeper to prepare this ginger brown sugar water.

Her eyes fell to the bed, and he must have noticed the marks on the sheets.

Thinking of this, her face turned red, she was so ashamed and embarrassed.

No wonder my brother didn't come after he went out, he must also feel embarrassed.

Cheng Anyue looked at the ginger brown sugar water, hesitated for a moment, and drank it in small sips.

Her body is average, and she occasionally suffers from dysmenorrhea, so this can be regarded as a preventive measure.

After drinking, she brushed her teeth and lay down on the bed again.

Probably after a night of fuss, she was also extremely tired and soon fell asleep.

Seeing that she was asleep, An Shijue got up and went out, turning off the light and the door.

In the study, An Shijue was dressed in pajamas and had already finished washing.

The door opened suddenly, and the butler walked in.

"Master."

An Shijue looked up at him, "What happened tonight?"

"This..." The butler hesitated.

An Shijue's eyes froze, "Is it convenient to say?"

"No." The butler replied.

"Ok?"

The housekeeper looked at An Shijue, hesitated for a while, and then recounted the conversation between Cheng Anyue and An Suhua.

He also heard these things from other servants, and he didn't want to say it because he was afraid of making the young master angry.

However, looking at An Shijue's gloomy face, he knew that his worries were right.

"Master, Miss Suhua is not sensible, you..."

"Uncle Zhou!" An Shijue interrupted him.

"Master..." The butler's expression changed.

"An Yue is my younger sister." An Shijue looked at him with sharp eyes, "No one can bully her."

The butler lowered his head and said respectfully, "Yes!"

"Go out."

The butler nodded, turned and left.

When he was about to close the door, he looked at An Shijue and couldn't help but said: "I know that the young master loves the miss, but the young master is too protective of her, which will bring her hatred. After all, her surname is not An, and you are not always at home. , can’t always protect her.”

An Shijue frowned slightly, watching the door close, maintaining that posture for a long time.

(End of this chapter)