"Huh?" Tang Xi'en took a bite of beef stuck in his throat, he couldn't go up or down, and it took a while to swallow it hard, "Auntie, you go back, what should I do?" ”

"I asked Mr. Fu for leave in the morning, and he said he would handle it."

"He, he, he! What is he going to do? Re-hire someone? ”

Tang Xien categorically didn't want Aunt Wang to leave, but Fu Shiyu, who paid the money, agreed, and Aunt Wang kept wanting to leave, so she had no choice but to let go.

Aunt Wang left in the afternoon, and Tang Xien waited until more than six o'clock in the evening, but no new nurse appeared.

Not only was she dizzy from hunger, but she was also full of apprehension, worried that she would have to spend energy to run in if she changed to an unclever nurse.

But soon, she realized that her worries were completely unnecessary, because—

Fu Shiyu didn't plan to hire a new nurse for her at all!

No new caregivers!

Tang Xien sat on the sofa, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and he wanted to rush to the study to scold Fu Shiyu, but he was under the eaves and had to admit it.

She calmed the resentment in her heart, dragged her plaster leg to the door of the study with difficulty, and knocked lightly.

Fu Shiyu came over to open the door.

He took a shower, his hair was naturally fluffy and scattered on his forehead, and he wore a white T on his upper body, as if all the coldness on his body was removed as he took off his expensive and elegant suit.

At this time, he looks like a young man walking on campus. It's just that the eyes and posture are still cold.

Tang Xien coughed lightly and withdrew his gaze from Fu Shiyu.

She softened her voice and said in a good voice: "If you think it's too troublesome to hire someone again, why don't I ask my friend to come over and help?" ”

"Do you think it's not a trouble for your friends to come and go freely in and out of my house?"

"Huh?" Tang Xien was slightly stunned, and it took a few seconds to reflect the meaning of Fu Shiyu's words.

To look down on her friends is to look down on her!

As soon as Tang Xien wanted to go back, Fu Shiyu glanced at her standing at the door, "Aunt Wang will be back soon." ”

The implication is that she is going to be here in a few days.

Tang Xien calmed down, gritted his back molars, and asked, "What should I do these days?" Are you taking care of me instead of Aunt Wang? ”

"Yes."

“…… What you call taking care of me is letting me eat takeout? ”

Fu Shiyu pointed sideways at the drawings on the desk, "I know the nurse is not here tonight, so bring the work back to deal with it, if you need any help, just call me." ”

It's rare for him to say so many things at once, and his attitude is acceptable, if he were someone else, he might compromise on this, but Tang Xien ......

Her heart was crossed, and she boldly met Fu Shiyu's deep eyes under the arch of her eyebrows, and said word by word: "I, tonight, night, want, wash, head!" ”

"Anything else?"

"After washing your hair, of course it's time to take a shower!"

Tang Xien was out of the way, for the sake of her comfortable life in the next few days, she didn't mind bluffing Fu Shiyu first.

I thought that as soon as these two things were said, Fu Shiyu would be annoyed, so he hurriedly found a new nurse for her or promised to let Le Man come over, he was so turtle hair, so busy, how could he sacrifice his precious time to serve her an almost strange woman?

Unexpectedly, Fu Shiyu only bent the corners of his lips, turned around and entered the cloakroom, and then came out with a black coat on his wrist.

"Let's go."

He took a few steps forward, and when he saw that Tang Xien hadn't moved, he turned to look at her, "Why don't you go?" Need my help? ”

"Where to go?"

"Aren't you going to wash your hair?"

“……”

In this way, Tang Xien was taken downstairs to the high-end hair salon by Fu Shiyu.

As soon as I entered the gate, a fashionably dressed girl greeted me and asked very enthusiastically: "Mr. Fu, you are here, do you want to wash your hair or do your hair?" ”

"Wash your hair."

"Are you still looking for Eight?"

"I'm not looking for the number eight today."

Tang Xien could see that Fu Shiyu was a frequent visitor here, and the "No. 8" in the mouth of the welcome little sister should be another shampoo girl who often served Fu Shiyu.

Fu Shiyu had washed her hair at home, and when she brought her here, she must have found someone to help her wash her hair.

Tang Xien's belly slander: The brain is spinning quite fast!

She raised her eyebrows and glanced at the environment where there were obviously more men and fewer women, and she was afraid that Fu Shiyu would help her order a little brother to wash her hair, so she preemptively said: "No, I want the eighth!" ”