But what does that matter to me!

Everyone has their own path to follow.

This woman always has to pay for her choices.

That might be a good thing for her.

The memory and lessons of the increase are also good.

Cheng Xiaohao thought so, and returned to his small courtyard in a hurry.

He stretched, squinting at the warm sun.

It's a great time to take a nap!

However, the place where the reclining chairs were placed in the courtyard was empty.

"Uncle Yang, where's my chaise longue?"

Cheng Xiaohao shouted towards the back kitchen.

It should be his cook and steward who put it away.

Sure enough, the steward ran out of a utility room carrying his chaise longue.

Cheng Xiaohao slept comfortably on a special recliner with moderate softness and hardness, and closed his eyes comfortably.

The spring sun is moderately warm and cold.

Remove the chill from him.

At the same time, it also caused a lot of drowsiness.

It's just that I'm just about to fall asleep.

The miserable appearance of the woman who betrayed her father appeared in front of him.

No, I can't sleep!

Although he is not a good person, he is also a person with a bit of a conscience.

Perhaps it was because he knew that the woman was on a thorny path.

I didn't stop it.

The conscience is troubled.

He sat up and shouted to the back kitchen, "Uncle Yang." ”

The steward immediately ran out: "Does Mr. Cheng have any orders?" ”

Cheng Xiaohao told the steward what he had encountered, and instructed him to help the girl until the body was successfully buried.

Steward: "But it is estimated that it will take a few days, and the small ones will not have time to take care of the yard, do you want the small ones to find someone else?" ”

Cheng Xiaohao: "I don't worry about others, and you don't have to worry about me, I'll just go to the restaurant to eat these days." ”

If Zhao Erhu's big mouths knew, he would have to tease him a few words.

Steward: "Then boil the water..."

Cheng Xiaohao: "I'm not a big kid, and it's hard for me to do this little thing like boiling fire." ”

The steward left.

In the afternoon, after Cheng Xiaohao sent the manuscript over, he went to a famous restaurant in the city for dinner and packed some pastries and snacks.

But when I got home, I found that the lights were bright.

When he went out, he locked the door, huh?

Could it be that he is a thief?

Cheng Xiaohao cautiously entered the house.

There was no one in the front room.

He came to the courtyard again.

The two houses in the small courtyard were also pitch black, and the door locks were not opened.

Did the thief go to the backyard?

I am in doubt.

The voice of the steward Yang Bo came from the backyard:

"Girl, if you come with me like this, I can't explain it."