With such a look, let alone a beggar girl, even a fairy, the housekeeper thinks that she will be unlucky.
What's more, those who make the young owner so angry that they will never end up being bad.
When she heard that it was the beggar girl who was brought back, Hua Xinhen clenched her fists hard and said angrily: "Bring me up."
After saying that, he walked towards the lobby of the other courtyard with great strides.
Half of the walls in the hall were burned out by the fire just now, and only half are intact now. Looking at the burned hall, Hua Xinhen raised his leg and kicked a pear blossom wooden chair beside him.
The anger on his face is even more of a fear that makes people dare not look at it.
Even the little maid who served the tea was a little scared, and she put the tea down tremblingly and slipped away quickly.
Who made the young owner feel very bad at this moment? No one wants to turn into cannon fodder!
After a while, two servants came to the hall with Xier tied into big rice dumplings.
"Damn it!"
I just looked at the cabbage and wanted to vomit. It was already scary. What is it now? A straw is not enough, but now it is even more gray?
The smell of the whole body is not outrageous enough. Now it is not only the smell but also the smell of mold and charcoal.
I couldn't help but cover my nose with my hands, and the flower heart scar waved my hand, and the meaning of disgust was very obvious.
Xier hasn't recalled the smell at this moment, and she was stunned. She had a piece of rag blocked in her mouth and her eyes were a little distracted. She had no idea that she had turned into a big dumpling, and even the wounds on her legs were
Not yet confused.
The cute Xier was really scared this time.
I didn't know that I was despised again, but no wonder that Xier now has straw and her pajamas are all black. The day and night she stayed in the small dark room was full of mold.
The long hair blocked his beautiful appearance.
The flower-heart mark on the opposite side was a little unbearable, and her brows frowned, her face was not slimmed: "Take it down and wash it clean, then change your clothes."
After giving the order, he turned around and walked out of the hall and walked towards a place that was not burned by the fire.
Will a person as noble as his flower heart seizure stay in such a place?
And with a beggar girl who looks like a living ghost?
The steps were very big, and the flower heart marks left with wind on its feet.
In the hall behind him, the maids also frowned. Who told them to bathe a beggar?