"Sheep, actually," the white cat coughed lightly, "it's not your fault. The little girl probably didn't eat in the morning and hasn't eaten after waiting all day. It has nothing to do with you when she fainted..."
"Sheep," the gray cat also said, "don't think too much, just use the kind and kind smile you used to have before marrying into Nangong's family when facing Miss Yan..."
It was okay not to persuade her, but when she persuaded her, Miss Song became angry. She turned to Assistant An, "An Yan, do you think I am that terrible? I remember you said some time ago that Nangong Jue and I are becoming more and more like a couple.
, was it hinting that I was infected by Nangong Jue and turned into an ice face, which is getting more and more scary?"
An Yan was stunned. He hadn't thought of a specific answer yet, so he was silent for a moment...
Then, the grumpy Miss Song immediately broke out.
"Call! Call Nangong Jue right away! Tell me it's all because of him that my daughter-in-law was scared to death!"
"Madam...don't be impulsive..."
"Sheep...can't always blame Nangong Jue..."
"No, nothing good has happened to Nangong Jue since I followed him. I must make it clear this time and ask him to give me back my beautiful and youthful girlhood where I can be seen by people and talk to people..."
Some people stopped me, some people stopped me, and the courtyard of Nangong Villa suddenly became noisy.
Master Tou glanced at the unconscious Miss Yan in his arms, twitched the corners of his mouth, ignored the noisy people behind him, carried her back to the living room, and put her on the sofa——
Then, the young master lowered his long eyelashes and looked at the sleeping Miss Yu motionlessly, his face expressionless.
Miss Yu, who was in a coma, was lying motionless on the sofa, her expression was very calm, and even her breathing in and out from her nose was extremely even and stable.
The young master raised his eyebrows lightly, looked at the sleeping little face and asked, "Aren't you awake yet?"
Ms. Yan, who looked very professional when sleeping, felt nervous. She put down her hands on both sides and clenched them subconsciously. She slowly opened her eyes, pretending to be confused, took a few deep breaths and said, "Ah... I just... passed out..."
I'm sorry...I...I'm too nervous..."
"Well," the young master agreed with her words, "if you are so poor at pretending to be unconscious, you should really be nervous."
Miss Yu was immediately embarrassed, looked at him with wide eyes and said, "You...you saw that I was pretending to be unconscious?"
The young master responded with a non-committal expression.
Xiaoyu felt that his acting skills were always good, but because he knew very well the level of insight the young master had to see through the truth, he was not too surprised. Instead, he sat up and looked at the lawn in the courtyard, where he was still ordering An Yan to immediately
Song Xiaozhi, who was on the phone, breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest and said to himself: "It's okay... you just noticed it... otherwise, it would definitely leave a bad impression on my aunt..."
When the young master heard this, his thin lips curled up slightly.
When Miss Yan saw his smile, she suddenly had a bad feeling, "Smile, what are you laughing at?"
"I forgot to tell you." The arc on the lips of Master Tou became more and more profound. "The Nangong family has a standard guide for escape rules. The first one is to pretend to be unconscious at critical moments, and writes in detail how to pass out.
Real, perfect, and lifelike without being seen through... Do you know who wrote this escape guide?"
"You mean..." Xiaoyu opened his eyes wide, "Auntie, she... knows that I'm faking it?"
"Turn around."
The young master reminded.
Miss Yan turned her head following her words, and then she saw the white cat and gray cat smiling at her, while Miss Song, who was on the phone, raised her hand and smiled at her, showing an extremely kind and indulgent expression.
Beautiful smile...
Xiaoyu was puzzled - since everyone saw her poor trick of pretending to be unconscious, why didn't anyone expose her and let her be carried into the house by Master Tou?
When she turned back to ask the young master, she heard the young master say, "Recently, I quit smoking."
Miss Yan didn't understand and blinked in confusion, "What do you mean?"
"Improve quality."
"Quality? What quality?" Yan Xiaoyu felt that the young master's mind was beating very fast, and what he said was totally irrelevant to what she wanted to ask. "What are you referring to?"
Master Tou lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on her belly, the light suddenly darkened.
Xiaoyu looked at his look and suddenly understood, speechless.
Could it be that the young master was alluding to the matter of giving birth to a baby? And giving birth to a baby must go through some necessary processes between men and women. She just looked at the young master's mother with a vague and ordinary questioning look in confusion about the behavior of the young master's mother. Why can it be changed?
Come on, the young master has such an animalistic thought... Sir, how much yellow waste is there in your head!
"When I came back, I already told my mother about your situation. She didn't want to expose you, she just didn't want you to be too nervous and embarrassed." The young master added, "As for my mother's standard for her daughter-in-law, there is only one standard.
It’s a basic requirement, you just need to complete it as soon as possible.”
"What's the request? Is it difficult?" Xiaoyu sat up straight, thought for a moment, bit his lip, and promised with a serious look on his face, "As long as I can, I will do my best to do it."
Try your best...to do it.
Master Toru's eyes darkened a few levels.
Miss Yan felt that she was looking at a bottomless black hole in the universe and she didn't dare to look directly at it. She just took one look and was sucked into it...
"Now, there is still an hour and a half before we leave for Nangong Headquarters." The young master's throat moved slightly and his tone was a little lower. "There is still plenty of time."
There is still plenty of time... plenty of what?
Miss Yan and Monk Zhang Er were confused again, and felt like they were talking to Martians.
She looked at Young Master Tou who was gradually approaching her, waved her hand and reminded, "Sir, sir, call me, can you answer my question normally first? May I ask, what are your mother's basic requirements and standards for her daughter-in-law...
...Um, what are you doing...um..."
He blocked her lips and pushed her down on the sofa——
Xiaoyu felt the hot male breath intruding between his lips and teeth. His eyes widened immediately, he pushed him away and panted, "What are you doing?"
"Do what we should do." The young master's right hand skillfully unbuttoned her shirt one by one, his voice was hoarse.