Chapter 13: Slip Out

Aunt Du said bluntly: "The young master asked me to watch you and let you stay in the villa, and besides, you haven't eaten dinner yet, and the young master said to let you eat all the food." ”

Wen Lishu's mouth opened, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

After bringing the words, Aunt Du ignored her and returned to the kitchen to bring out the dinner one by one.

Next, Wen Lishu solved the problem of food and clothing under the gaze of Aunt Du, during which Aunt Du stood on the side like a log, making it difficult for her to chew a grain of rice.

She wiped out a bowl of rice under pressure, and she was no longer interested in adding more.

Putting down the chopsticks suggests that you have eaten enough.

Aunt Du on the side didn't even let go of a second of free time, and said lightly: "Young master, let me remind you, remember to implement the review book." ”

Wen Lishu clenched her hands tightly when she heard this, and Aunt Du opened and closed her mouth with the word "young master", which made her feel full of resistance.

Aunt Du raised her hand at her and pointed to the side of the stairs, "It's not too early, so as not to affect the rest of the night, so the young lady should start writing as soon as possible." ”

During the day, she was pressed all the way like a prisoner, and now that she came again, she immediately poured out her dissatisfaction from the bottom of her heart.

Is this playing surveillance, or whatever, even the freedom of life is gone.

Wen Lishu originally had a bad stomach for those 10,000 words, but now it is even worse.

Full of disgust popped up, Wen Lishu stood up from the dining table and walked upstairs with a glaring footsteps.

After going straight to the room, Wen Lishu sat on the sofa angrily, stamping his feet with nowhere to vent.

In order to vent her anger, she found a blank piece of paper in her room, held a pen on top of it and began to draw.

Her mind is now full of Song Qiancheng's bad deeds, and when she moves her hands, her brain draws whatever she thinks.

Wen Lishu has art skills, and in just a few minutes, a lifelike turtle appeared, and she was not satisfied with this, and wrote Song Qiancheng's name next to it.

She tore off the page, folded it in half, and placed it in the small drawer of her dressing table, pressing it to the bottom with a small box.

As for the 10,000-word review that Song Qiancheng asked her to write, she was no longer in the mood to write it.

On the next blank piece of paper, she perfunctorily wrote the words "review book", followed by a sentence against her will, "I know I was wrong", and it was regarded as an errand.

Then, after signing her name, she took the piece of paper and went to the study, where it lay out on his large desk.

Coming out of the study, Wen Lishu had been standing at the top of the stairs, and she pricked up her ears to listen to the sound downstairs.

She didn't believe it, Aunt Du had the ability to stay in the living room for one night, even if she didn't sleep, she would definitely have to go to the bathroom.

She didn't have a clever way, she was just waiting for Aunt Du to go to the bathroom so that she could sneak out.

Based on her observation of Song Qiancheng in the past few nights, he didn't come back until three or four o'clock in the morning when he was out playing, so after she slipped out, as long as she came back before he returned to the villa, she could hide from the world.

Wen Lishu was waiting at the staircase, and there was a sound of footsteps downstairs not long after, she calculated the time to go downstairs, and had already found a way back for herself.

If Aunt Du was just moving underneath, then she would say that she was thirsty and came down to drink water, but God treated her well, she came to the living room with light steps to take a look, and Aunt Du did go to the bathroom.

Don't leave now, but when.

Wen Lishu seized the opportunity to walk in the direction of the gate, and when she arrived outside smoothly, she raised her hand happily and snapped her fingers, and muttered in her mouth: "Small." ”