Ex-husband always wants to remarry me

Chapter 472 Who Wins Who (1)

"You stay here. Whenever the young master needs something, you go over and serve him right away, understand?" Sun Fengzi's face darkened as soon as she left the house, and she whispered to a certain unlucky one who was chosen.

The face of the maid who was called turned pale, thinking of Zhao Yifei's brutal look just now, she really didn't want to stay and wait on her.

But this kind of thing is not something that a little servant like her can decide, so she can only agree with aggrieved: "Yes, I will take good care of the young master."

Only then did Sun Fengzi look back in satisfaction, turned her head and took one last look at the closed door, sighed, and walked away.

She still has a debt to settle with Zhao Shunchang. Zhao Yifei is a piece of flesh that fell from her body. She is reluctant to beat him, scold him, let alone lose her temper with him. Zhao Shunchang is different.

When Sun Fengzi left, most of the servants who helped carry Zhao Yifei up the stairs were also taken away, leaving only the girl who was obviously very reluctant.

Zhao Youming kept hiding behind a big vase on the side of the corridor. After Sun Fengzi left, Shi Shiran came out from behind the vase and walked towards the room where Zhao Yifei was.

The maid looked down at her toes, and kept thinking about how Zhao Yifei threw things around just now, and thought that she might be called in later to be punched and kicked, the maid felt extremely terrified.

But at this moment, a black figure suddenly appeared beside her, and a hand crawled onto her shoulder without warning.

The maid's face turned pale, her eyes were so wide that she wanted to scream, but suddenly she heard a concerned question from behind: "Are you okay, your face is so ugly, is there something wrong with your body?"

The maid froze for a moment, turned her head stiffly, and saw Zhao Youming who was full of worry at a glance.

"You...Master Youming."

When Zhao Youming heard the maid's call, a cold light quickly flashed across his eyes.

The servants in this house, including the butler, will only call him "Master You Ming" when they meet him, which is different from Zhao Youlin's eldest lady and Zhao Yifei's young master who call him "Master You Ming" directly.

Just a nuance of address, already able to see his status in this family.

Both Zhao Youlin and Zhao Yifei are the descendants of the Zhao family. Oh, by the way, after today, there may be another young master, that guy named Zhao Yichen.

And he was just an illegitimate child who couldn't get on the stage and was not recognized.

The emotions in Zhao Youming's eyes came and went quickly, but after a while, Zhao Youming returned to his gentle smile before, and asked softly: "Why are you standing here with such an ugly face? Are you feeling unwell? "

It has to be said that Zhao Youming's appearance as a hypocrite is still very deceptive under certain circumstances.

The girl who was already aggrieved was immediately moved when she heard Zhao Youming's words full of concern, and she subconsciously compared the quality of the two young masters of the Zhao family in her heart.

"Master Youming, I...I'm fine, the young master is resting inside, and the third lady asked me to stay here."

Zhao Youming immediately pretended to be surprised when he heard the words: "Cousin is resting inside? Is he feeling unwell?"

The maid was startled, and asked doubtfully, "Master Youming doesn't know? The third young master was injured just now."

The surprised expression on Zhao Youming's face was a bit more concerned: "I'm hurt, how did you get hurt?"

The maid was a little embarrassed, Zhao Youming was "considerate" and didn't continue to ask, and changed the subject: "My little cousin is injured. As an elder brother, I should go over and see how he is doing."

When the maid heard that Zhao Yuming was going in to see Zhao Yifei's expression changed slightly, she hurriedly said: "Master Yuming, the third young master's injury is actually not particularly serious, and now the main thing is to rest, you just..."

The maid really couldn't bear the gentle and considerate boy like Zhao Youming to go in and face Zhao Yifei's rakshasa, so she kindly stopped her, but unfortunately, someone didn't intend to accept her at all.

"I know that my cousin is injured and should take a good rest, but if I don't go in and take a look, I'm always a little worried. Don't worry, I'll just go in and take a look, and I'll come out right away, so I won't disturb my cousin's rest." Zhao Youming continued to look at it. He glanced at the maid and said with a smile, "I see that you look tired too. I think you've been busy all day today. You should go back and rest first. I'll be here to watch over you."

"How can this be done? Master Youming, the third lady asked me to..."

The maid hurriedly wanted to refuse, but was interrupted by Zhao Youming again: "Didn't you just say that the little cousin needs to rest? If that's the case, it won't help if you stay here, why don't you go down and take a rest now. Here It's at home, not outside, nothing will happen."

The maid was moved by Zhao Youming's words, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Then...I...I'll go down first, Young Master Youming...be careful."

Zhao Youming smiled and nodded: "Go."

Watching the maid go downstairs, the smile on Zhao Youming's face suddenly subsided, he turned around and held the doorknob, opened the door and entered.

Although Zhao Yifei's hand had been taken back, the previous dislocation and the subsequent simple and rough treatment still seriously injured his vitality.

If it wasn't for sweating all over, Zhao Yifei wouldn't even bother to move because the clothes were sticking to his body and it was really uncomfortable.

After finally changing his clothes with his hands that hadn't fully recovered his flexibility, Zhao Yifei fell directly on the soft big bed, recharging his energy.

Unexpectedly, not long after lying down, I heard the sound of someone opening the door and walking in.

Zhao Yifei, who was already in an extremely bad mood, immediately sat up on the bed like a firecracker on fire, and without looking at who it was, he picked up the thing closest to the bed and threw it out.

"Didn't you say you don't want to come in if you have nothing to do? Are you deaf or your head is squeezed by the door? Get out!"

As soon as Zhao Youming entered the door, he saw a black object throwing towards him, and reflexively dodged to the side.

A muffled bang echoed in the empty room, Zhao Youming turned his head to look, and his eyes flickered slightly after seeing the things scattered on the ground.

It was a photo frame made of solid wood. Just listening to the sound just now, he could imagine what would happen if the thing hit him just now.

I don't know if he was angry or tired, Zhao Yifei took a few quick breaths after throwing the things away, and found that the people in the room hadn't left yet, just about to swear a few more words, when he heard something that shouldn't have appeared here The joking voice came first: "Little cousin is quite angry today."

Zhao Yifei froze all over, raised his head with red eyes, met the handsome face of the visitor, gritted his teeth, and shouted: "Zhao Youming!"

(End of this chapter)