The little Jiaojiao who wore it was pampered again

Chapter 67

Xiaolan was what they called Song Xiaolan in private.

When Song Xiaolan heard it, her voice turned into crying: "Young master, Xiaoqiu has a good relationship with Wang Ma, which can't be counted!"

Gu Liang only felt that the woman in front of him was very annoying, making too much noise.

"What do you think, Mama Wang?" He turned to look at Mama Wang.

"Master?" Song Xiaolan called anxiously.

"Shut up!" Qinglie looked at Song Xiaolan impatiently.

I'm so bored!
"..."

Wang Ma's heart warmed up, knowing that Gu Liang believed her, her face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile: "Master, both of us are at fault for this matter, the loss of the porcelain bottle should be deducted from our salary!"

"Well, talk to the butler when the time comes." Gu Liang nodded and left expressionlessly.

Song Xiaolan was a little shocked when she saw people leaving so lightly, and her eyes widened immediately.

Don't check it?Don't pursue it?

"Then Steward Song, you need to prepare lunch well, old lady, I won't bother you for now!" Wang Ma shouted deliberately, her heart was happy, but she didn't show it on her face.

Take Xiaoqiu Xiaoju and leave.

Song Xiaolan didn't have to say what she did, she was straightforward and straightforward.Moreover, she has to show her presence and favor in front of Gu Liang, so she will definitely handle things in an orderly manner.

Wang Ma said that she was not worried at all, she twisted her waist and left in peace.

When the housekeeper comes back, she will complain again, hum!
Who doesn't have a small backstage!

Looking at the empty hall, Song Xiaolan clenched her fists and curled her lips.

In this way, doesn't it make her look weaker?

"Young Master Gu!"

Kong Zijun sorted out his textbooks, and when he went out, he happened to meet Gu Liang who was about to knock on the door to come in.

Gu Liang looked sideways at Xu Wanqing who was in the study, who was still doing homework seriously, with his back straightened, his little head tilted slightly, and his rosy little mouth was muttering something.

"Teacher Kong."

He called out politely.

"Class is over, you can ask Wanqing to go down to eat first." Kong Zijun smiled kindly, in a serious manner, obviously very satisfied with the results of this morning's teaching.

"Okay, Teacher Kong, go slowly." Gu Liang nodded slightly and walked in softly.

Xu Wanqing is reciting the text.There is a bit of emotion in the soft and childish voice, and the rhythm of the tone is much faster than at the beginning.

"To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump off and climb up again. My father is a fat man, so it will take a lot of trouble to walk there..."

When Gu Liang heard it, he naturally knew which classic she was memorizing. He quietly walked to the soft chair behind her and sat down. His eyebrows were raised slightly, and his eyes fell on the small blackboard in front of him.

It's all junior high school knowledge, and it seems to have some high school content interspersed.

"Through the trivial matter of buying oranges, analyze the author's emotion to express?" Her soft voice was next to her ear, and Gu Liang's eyes returned to her again.

Half of her long hair was pulled up, and the pink hairpin fixed them well behind her head. Her round head was slightly tilted, revealing a bit of agility and playfulness.

He turned his head to look at her, and he could see her fair and delicate face well, and her slender and slender neck, which was glowing white.

The white fingers were concentrating on poking the words in the textbook, looking serious and extremely cute.

Xu Wanqing studied very seriously, and she was also very curious and inquiring about new things.If no one disturbs her, she may fall into a state of selflessness.

Gu Liang raised his head and glanced at the electronic clock on the wall, it was specially installed for Xu Wanqing's class.

"Miss Wan, it's time to eat."

"Orange...huh? It's time to eat!" Xu Wanqing's voice paused, her ears shaking obediently.

(End of this chapter)