“Send a cup of tea in.” The person inside spoke the moment Xu Hongzhuang wanted to sit down.
“It’s really…” Xu Hongzhuang cursed and glanced blankly, took the tea on the table and walked in.
There was nothing different about the screen after it. It was a very ordinary room, a huge bed, a small couch and a small table. At this time, the man was sitting next to a small table, with a wooden wheelchair under him, which looked very well-made.
“Chain with me.” He suddenly spoke, pointing to the empty stool on the side, “It’s been a long time since I’ve had no one chatting with me.”
Chat? Xu Hongzhuang didn’t like this business very much, but this business seemed to be a little simpler than sweeping the floor, so she said goodbye and sat down on the stool on one side.
“How about this tea?” He spoke, as if helpless, and as if he had no topic to find a topic at will.
“How about talking about how the young master’s feet were injured.” Xu Hongzhuang was not interested in talking about those useless topics, but was very interested in the legs. They didn’t look thin, and it didn’t seem to be useless and atrophy of muscles, so it shouldn’t be incurable.
If I use leg treatment in exchange for leaving, this second young master should agree, right?
He didn’t seem to have expected Xu Hongzhuang to take the initiative to talk about this, and laughed in surprise, “No wonder she asked you to serve me,
You are really different from the two maids before. Those maids are afraid that I will be sad and never dared to raise my injured feet on their own initiative. You are so sad, and you poke it on my wound as soon as you open your mouth.”
“It’s nothing.” Xu Hongzhuang raised her head and pointed to her face, “Young master, look, my face is also injured.”
This second young master may not have expected that the person who serves him would carry such a huge and terrifying wound. After seeing it, he felt a little distressed, “How can you be sold in if you have such a wound in your family? Shouldn’t you go to see the doctor to treat the wound early?”
“It’s okay.” Xu Hongzhuang waved her hand generously and looked at the other party.
The second young master looked very good, and his eyebrows were not closed but raised high, as if he showed that his mood had never been bad. His face was a little handsome, but he was extremely quiet. He seemed to have lost his so-called interest in things outside. He was wearing a lilac robe. Such a color cannot be worn by ordinary people, and it was unexpectedly suitable for him.
The pair of eyes that looked over were as deep as a well, but inside it was carrying a few trumpet flowers that were striving to move upward, growing rapidly with his ultimate desire and excitement.
This person had been seen a long time ago, and this time he was more calm than before, and he no longer had that desperate youthful aura.
He seemed to recognize Xu Hongzhuang, and his joyful eyes grew more and more.
He was strong until he exclaimed in the end, “It’s you, it’s really you!”
Huh? This sounds like it is expected.
“I just heard your voice and suspected that it was you. But I couldn’t believe it, so I deliberately let you in. I didn’t miss you…” Ji Huaiqing said indifferently, looking at the scar on her face with heartache and pity, “I have looked for you over the years and wanted to send you the original medical fee, but I can’t find you. What did you encounter? Why did it suddenly become like this?”
Not only did there be scars on her face, but even her identity became…