Why did one or two look at her like this?

She doesn't seem to have done anything harmful, right?

Are they so angry?

I'm almost not angry!

In Nan Shengmiao's eyes, the abnormal crowd directly ignored her words, and when they saw her, Song Quanliang shouted ecstatically.

"Miss, you're back, welcome home!"

"Miss is tired, isn't she? Come on, get us the bag! ”

"Miss is hungry, isn't she? The kitchen has already prepared the meals! ”

"Miss, this is freshly squeezed juice, quench your thirst!"

Song Quanliang got up, and a group of people warmly welcomed Nan Shengmiao in.

Those who serve tea, pour water, rub shoulders, and pinch their backs.

Everyone circled around Nan Shengmiao.

As the real owner of the Mo House, it was the first time that Mo Jinli had been ignored like this.

As if they hadn't seen him, they were courteous to Nan Shengmiao.

However, Mo Jinli could think of why they were doing this with his toes, and he didn't mean to stop it.

A person entered the house alone, walked directly to the sofa and sat down, waiting for everyone's enthusiasm to dissipate, waiting for dinner to start.

As the center of everyone, Nan Shengmiao's face was written with the word bewilderment in capital letters.

Is this a situation?

Are you all stupid?

Or have you been kicked in the head by a donkey?

has lived in the ink house for more than ten years, when has she ever been treated like this?

Nan Shengmiao was in a fog, and was indifferent to everyone's juice, kneading her shoulders and back, and all kinds of enthusiasm.

Whatever happened to them, she was so stupid.

Seeing her like this, a group of maid bodyguards led by Song Quanliang looked even more guilty.

If they had been a little nicer to her before, she wouldn't have reacted this way.

Song Quanliang regretted it and couldn't wait to find a place to cry for a while, wrinkling his face.

"Miss, we saw the news on the Beijing Chinese Medicine Post Bar, we misunderstood you before, I'm sorry."

"Miss, I said before that you are a little demon king of the world, or you will beat me up and come back, I'm sorry!"

"Miss, I said before that you have no conscience, you scold me and scold me back, I'm sorry."

"Miss, I gave you the nickname of the little white-eyed wolf in private, I'm sorry!"

"Miss......"

There are one and two, Song Quanliang got up again, and everyone who was enthusiastic began to apologize.

One or two of them are guilty.

Mo Jinli has always had clear rewards and punishments, and he treats them fairly and justly.

Moreover, the wages of the ink house are generally higher than in other places.

Therefore, the subordinates of the ink house do not have all kinds of intrigues in ordinary wealthy families, and their minds are relatively pure.

Some of these people have been working in the ink house for many years.

As long as they do their best, their wages are enough for them to live a happy life.

It can be said that in such an environment, they have long forgotten about darkness, competition.

Therefore, when they hate someone, the most they can do is chew on the root of their tongue in private.

When you like someone, you won't hide it.

Now, they know that they have misunderstood Nan Shengmiao before, and they all sincerely apologize, wanting to get Nan Shengmiao's forgiveness.

Moreover, they will not treat Nan Shengmiao like that in the future.

While apologizing, a group of people looked at Nan Shengmiao eagerly, hoping that she would say something.

Even if she's so angry that she doesn't want to forgive them, it's okay, take your time.

Later they had time to make up for her.

Faced with this sudden change in the style of painting, Nan Shengmiao finally understood what was going on.