Song Jingshu thought about dying and understanding it, so he asked, "Fu Bo, how precious is this flower?" Also, is it scary for Zhou Youan to start a fire? ”

Why does she feel that Zhou Youan has been very friendly to her for so many days?

"You don't know, once someone accidentally stepped on a flower here, and the young master was furious and sold the person."

Fu Bo replied faintly, a pair of cloudy old eyes looked particularly vicissitudes in the sunset, "Miss Gao, you have seen it, it is the cousin of our young master, once young and ignorant broke a flower, the young master was furious and drove her out." ”

"Let's say a little more about this flower, so the young master ordered to deduct a month's monthly silver, tighten his belt and eat a month's vegetarian diet."

"And ......"

Fu Bo was about to continue, but was interrupted by Song Jingshu with a frown, "Fu Bo, you don't need to say any more, I know the seriousness of the consequences." ”

However, this garden has been ruined by her, what else can she do?

Of course, it's a guilty plea!

Zhou Youan was in the study, and Song Jingshu mustered up his courage, carrying the last few copper plates in his pocket, and went to ask for guilt......

After saying what happened, Song Jingshu stretched out his hand pitifully and took out the copper plate, "If you want to kill or chop me, I will admit it, I know that the flower is expensive, and I can't afford to pay for it. ”

Drop the fire?

Zhou Youan only felt angry and funny.

He is indeed very precious and those flowers are not fake, but now they have been ruined by Song Jingshu, and he can only admit it!

After all, it's a long way to chase a wife......

After a while, without getting a reply from Zhou Youan, Song Jingshu raised her head nervously, "Are you too little?" ”

"I don't have any more."

"I will definitely pay you in the future!"

Song Jingshu puffed up his chest and promised.

"What do you pay? Even if you are a person, I am afraid that it will not be enough to lose. ”

Zhou Youan unceremoniously damaged her, squinted at her, and directly expressed his dislike for her!

Song Jing stood in place in a daze, only feeling that the few copper plates in the palm of her hand were like a few hot potatoes.

After struggling for a moment, Song Jingshu cautiously asked, "How expensive are your flowers?" If so, if I sign a deed of sale for you, and serve you as your maid from now on, it will take decades to pay off my debts? ”

It is true that she Song Jingshu is a village girl who has never seen the world, but she is not a person who does not know the height of the sky.

Zhou Youan saved her several times, and did not ask her for payment, but treated her as a guest, which was her own sin.

Zhou Youan raised his eyebrows without a trace, calculated an account seriously, and then said slowly, "I'm afraid that if you are a maid for me for a lifetime, I won't be able to pay off this account." ”

Therefore, this "deed of sale" has to be signed for one hundred and eighty years.

Hearing the meaning of Zhou Youan's words, Song Jingshu almost didn't cry.

I knew that the flower was so expensive, even if I killed her, I wouldn't spoil it!

In this way, in order to compensate Zhou Youan's garden, Song Jingshu signed a hundred-year deed of sale and became Zhou Youan's personal maid.

Of course, there is no half-way payment.

A hundred years...... Who knows if she'll live that long!

Holding this paper deed of sale, Song Jingshu lamented her ill-fated fate, but secretly rejoiced that fortunately, Zhou Youan did not settle accounts with her on the spot, and promised that from now on, this vegetable field would belong to her, and she would toss it.

The Zhou family is full of food and drink, and Zhou Youan is her protector, so it's not bad to want to stay in this place.

Because of the partiality of his parents, Song Jingshu has been malnourished since he was a child.

After three months in the Zhou family, the originally shriveled figure has quickly plumped up.

So much so that whenever Song Jingshu faced Zhou Youan, she always felt that this guy looked at her with strange eyes, as if she was looking at a watermelon that was about to ripen. There was a look of self-satisfaction in his eyes, which made Song Jingshu feel a little inexplicable.

And Zhou Bing, every time he looked at Song Jingshu's gaze, he was even more covetous with undisguised covetousness.