She sat down at the table with a sluggish expression, and did not move for a long time.

Seeing that the situation was not right, Mama Zhang persuaded Ding Li while serving soup: "Miss, try this, what you said yesterday, radish pork rib soup, drink a little, it tastes very good." ”

Ding Li looked at Zhang's mother for a while, the more she looked at Zhang's mother, the more weird she felt, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that there must be some poison in this soup, otherwise why would Zhang's mother be so attentive?!

So, in everyone's eyes, Zhang's mother, who was kind and kind-eyed and smiling, became a "Meng Po" in Ding Li's eyes, the more she looked at her, the more she had a headache and dizziness, and finally overturned the soup in Zhang's mother's hand.

The steaming soup spilled on Zhang's mother's hand, and her hand instantly turned red.

Zhang's mother is very popular in Ding Li's house, and several servants who saw her around stepped forward to care about Zhang's mother's injury.

"Mom Zhang, how is it, can you still move?"

"It's all so red, go and rinse cold water."

"Mom Zhang, don't worry about these fragments, let's deal with them."

Several people chattered and persuaded for a while, and then dragged Zhang's mother to the kitchen and washed her hands with cold water.

Seeing this, Ding Li suddenly became angry: "What's the matter with you guys, she wants to poison me and make me lose my memory, and you only care about her one by one, don't you want to do it?!" ”

Originally, after many years, everyone who was used to seeing Miss Ding Li's temper only thought she was farting when they heard Ding Li talk like this.

One of the more daring maids took the lead in muttering: "It's this kind of inexplicable angry thing again, if you want me to say that this family has no conscience, and I burned people, I didn't have a word of concern, and in turn complained that we didn't care about her, and that she was sick in the brain." ”

Hearing this, another older maid couldn't help it: "I really don't have a conscience...... I still remember that when I came, there was a little girl named Ling Lu here, and her hands and feet were called a diligent, and the Ding family stuffed her with any work. I don't say anything when I do a lot of work, my temper is good, and I often call her an aunt one by one. ”

The maid said as she pointed in the direction of the upper left, and everyone understood at a glance that the "she" in her mouth referred to the hostess of the house, the big boss of the Manli Group - Ding Manli.

Zhang's mother rushed her hand and whispered: "Don't talk about it......"

The maid Xu was passionate, and she didn't mean to stop at all: "But Linglu does so much work, what's the use of being so good to them, this family doesn't give her money to spend, she is so poor that she even borrows the money to buy a review book during the college entrance examination." If you don't give her money, forget it, and don't give her a good place to sleep. Do you know where she sleeps, it's a small room out of the garage, and the room is stuffy and dark...... You say, what are you doing when you're not bullying her? ”

"Where are the cubicles in the garage?" One of them was puzzled.

The maid frowned, with an expression of "why are you so stupid": "It's where we pile up the clutter now, a narrow one." ”

"You mean that the long strip was originally a compartment?"

The maid nodded.

Now everyone's feelings are more intuitive, because everyone knows that there are no people living in that place at all.

What they didn't expect was that so many rooms in the Ding family were empty and not for people to live in, so they had to make a compartment in the garage; Forget about making a cubicle, Ding Manli actually divided people's rooms into a long strip for the convenience of parking!