Gu Shao and his wife are sweet

Chapter 190 222. Seems to like her more and more [6]

"Okay, I'll tell the chef." The maid took good care of her and even assisted her. "The young master ordered it. He cares about his wife very much. As servants, we don't know about it. The variety and taste are all made according to the young master's instructions."

The young master cares so much about his wife, they can't be so stupid as servants, and then target his wife.

That is suicidal.

You can tell from Lin Butler's fate, you must not follow in her footsteps.

They didn't take good care of their wives before, and hope it's still too late to make up for it.

Seeing that my wife was so talkative just now, she probably wouldn't fire them.

Hearing the maid's words, Murong Nishang smiled sweetly on her elegant and refined face, her bright eyes stared at the last piece of dessert on the plate, and she found it extraordinarily attractive.

Husband, you are so kind, the best is you!

During lunch, the couple used their mobile phones to tease each other.

They played the video, chatted while eating, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Murong Nishang is a very talkative little woman, and she looks like a vase, but if you get to know her deeply, you will find that she is a beautiful woman with many talents.

When you talk to her, you won't feel bored, and you won't feel that you have no brains. Before you know it, you will be surprised to find that you have talked for so long.

Murong Nishang Middle School is all in the UK, and it is a first-class aristocratic college, with a tuition fee of 20 pounds per year.

Many of her former classmates were children of wealthy European businessmen, or heirs of nobles.

Her parents had an accident and she was killed by scum, so she went to college in China.

However, gold is gold wherever it goes.

Even in China, she was admitted to the most top-ranking institution of higher learning in the country, an excellent student with a full scholarship.

After lunch, Murong Nishang thought of an idea.

"Honey, are you busy today?"

"It's okay, not too busy? What's the matter, is there something?"

"It's nothing, I just care about you. Well, you can do your work first." Murong Nishang shook his head, waved to the phone with a smile, and said goodbye to him.

"Ma'am, are you going to go up to rest?"

Murong Nishang was not sleepy, but he had nothing to do, so he wanted to play the piano on the third floor for a while.

She remembered that in a musical instrument room there, there were several kinds of western musical instruments, and it was good to pass the time.

When she was about to step up the stairs, she saw four servants and a man standing in front of the big fish tank in a corner of the living room, as if there was a big battle.

"What are they going to do?" She casually asked the maid beside her.

"Oh, this is a comprehensive cleaning once a month, and the tilapia inside will be checked for health." The maid has been here for more than a year and is familiar with the affairs of the villa.

"Tilapias are raised in it?" Murong Nishang was slightly surprised, and his eyes fell on the large two-meter-long fish tank.

Some businessmen do raise some fish, which is related to Feng Shui and means to make money.

But what they raise are all rare and precious fish species, most of them raise silver dragon fish and gold dragon fish. Looking at the prestige, gold and silver also represent wealth.

Gu Xijue, a master in the business world, who is as rich as a country, raises a tank of tilapia fish that only costs ten yuan a catty in the vegetable market?
It doesn't match his noble status at all, no matter how you think about it, it feels weird...

"Yes, it's tilapia, the kind sold in the vegetable market. However, the fish in this tank, the young master seems to be very precious, and has been taken care of by special personnel. When the fish is sick, there will be a fishery doctor to see it. I heard from sister Wu Ying that this A tank of fish has been kept for several years, the hobby of the young master is very unique."

(End of this chapter)