Mr. He’s Daily Affections

The young lady among the servants is He Ziyi, Jing Yao’s sister, right?

Su Zhixi also put down the jewelry box and walked behind Liu Minjun. She knew that He Ziyi had autism and was immersed in her own world from an early age, almost staying at home. Mrs. He stayed in the old house just to take care of this daughter.

In the room at the end of the corridor, there was a scream of dissatisfaction from the girl, and the sound of smashing things. Liu Minjun became more anxious and quickened the pace and asked the maid around him: "What's going on? Isn't it just fine?"

The maid smiled bitterly: "I don't know, this is what happened when the lady woke up..."

In the speaking room, the crying in the room gradually decreased, and finally even completely quiet. Liu Minjun looked puzzled and looked at the maid, who was also inexplicable.

Su Zhixi walked into the room behind Liu Minjun and saw a delicate girl sitting in the corner, surrounded by messy paints and drawing boards, apparently she had just lost her temper and was contaminated. Various colors.

But this is not the point, the point is... He Ziyi has been docile at the moment, obediently leaning on a woman's arms.

The woman held He Ziyi in her arms and comforted her softly. Although there was no expression on He Ziyi's face, the anger in her eyes gradually disappeared. I didn't know what the woman said. He Ziyi nodded and put her hand The paint in it wiped the skirt.

Su Zhixi vaguely felt that the woman's back was a bit familiar. At this time, the maid suddenly called in surprise: "Miss Xia?"

The woman turned back when she heard the voice. Who was Xia Xinyu?

Liu Minjun recognized Xia Xinyu as soon as he walked in. She smiled, but the tone was very cold: "Xin Yu, when did you come?"

"Auntie." Xia Xinyu smiled slightly. "I also just arrived. When the servant said that Ziyi was crying, he came over and looked at it without your permission, sorry."

"It's okay, you often visited her in the past two years, Ziyi regarded you as her own." Liu Minjun said, turning his head to look at Su Zhixi, and the smile was much more cordial immediately, "Yes, I will introduce to you, This is Zhi Xi, Jing Yao's wife."

Xia Xinyu's face was pale, and she barely smiled at Su Zhi: "Miss Su."

"Hello Miss Xia." Su Zhixi blinked. "Since I am already Jing Yao's wife, you still call me Mrs. He Shaohao, it sounds good."

Xia Xinyu's face was even whiter.

Liu Minjun chuckled: "Xin Yu, please go to the living room and sit down. I will look at Zi Yi, and I will talk to you later. By the way, Zhi Xi, you go to entertain the guests first."

Liu Minjun has a clear distinction between subject and object, and Xia Xinyu listens to his ears, his smile grudgingly.

Su Zhixi made an inviting gesture in good faith. Since Mrs. He supported her, she could not show any cowardice.

Besides, Xia Xinyu repeatedly provokes her twice, and finally even played a suicide drama. This account Su Zhixi has not yet counted with her.

Xia Xinyu bit her lip and looked at He Ziyi, but He Ziyi's attention was attracted by the color on the skirt, and she didn't look at her.

She had to walk out of the room.

...

In the living room, Xia Xinyu sat on the sofa, took a hot drink from the servant, took a sip, then smiled and looked at Su Zhixi: "Mrs. He Shao, robbed someone's fiance, how does it feel?"