Indifferently: "It's okay, the little madman is in a bad mood, I can understand it." ”

"It's still Miss Shen who is tolerant." The maid smiled and flattered.

In Sof's opinion, that expression was truly flattering.

It is no wonder that worshipping high and stepping on low is an unwritten custom and phenomenon.

Shen Ruoxi lifted the silk quilt, got out of bed, and Shi Shiran came to the sofa and sat down.

With her long hair hanging down, with a touch of sickly weakness, she picked up the chopsticks, tasted them a few bites, and put them down.

The maid looked nervous, "Miss Shen, what's wrong, isn't it unappetizing?" ”

"It's my own fault, I can't eat anything when I'm sick."

Slowly picking up the napkin and wiping the corners of her lips carefully, Shen Ruoxi smiled lightly, "Remove all this, thank you for your hard work." ”

"Where, this is our business, Miss Shen said seriously."

The maid put away the dishes and utensils, and urged Soph, "Little madman, come and bring it." ”

Su Fu stepped forward, holding the tray, and the maid bowed slightly to Shen Ruoxi, "Miss Shen, then let's retreat first, you have a good rest." ”

"Hmm."

Leaving the guest bedroom, the maid did not go downstairs immediately, but turned around and went to the study.

The light in the study was still on, and the maid knocked on the door, "Young Master." ”

After a while, Jiang Chuan opened the door of the study.

Glancing at the maid and Sufu behind her, she stepped out of the way, "Come in." ”

The maid carried the tray into the study, and as soon as Su Fu wanted to step into the study, she was blocked by Jiang Chuan.

"Jiang Chuan, you get out of the way."

Jiang Chuan's eyes were a little sympathetic, "The young master doesn't want to see you." ”

"Really?" Sofu didn't think so, and was about to break in with the tray.

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against her eyebrows.

Jiang Chuan's voice was unprecedentedly condensed: "Take one step further, and you will bear the consequences." ”

Su Fu breathed and gritted her teeth, Shangguan Ling wanted to play with her?

The maid came to the desk with the tray and hung her head respectfully, "Young master, Miss Shen has only eaten a few bites at night and has no appetite to eat." ”

"Only a few bites?"

The man's low, magnetic voice, Su Fu could guess who it was with her eyes closed.

"Yes, only a few bites."

"Let the kitchen make another one, bring it up, and I'll deliver it myself."

The maid respectfully agreed, took two steps back, and turned to leave the study.

Shangguan Ling's words, Su Fu listened to them word for word, she slammed Jiang Chuan away, and ran quickly to the desk.

He glared angrily at the man sitting at the desk, "Shangguan Ling, what do you mean?" ”

The man in a black nightgown, with a slightly open neckline, a well-structured chest and extremely shiny skin, are exuding a wordless temptation.

The man's handsome face was unusually dazzling in the light, his narrow eyes narrowed dangerously, his slender knuckles curled, and he tapped the table impatiently: "Who allowed you to come in?" Get out. ”

Su Fu remained motionless, "Shangguan Ling, let me ask you, what do you mean?" ”

Stubborn to the point of paranoia, paranoid for an answer.

She herself was inexplicable, and she was beaten into the cold palace by the moody and uncertain him for no reason.

"Egawa!"

Shangguan Ling let out a low snort.

Jiang Chuan hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed Su Fu, "Young Master, I'll take her away immediately." ”

Su Fu lowered her head and suddenly sneered, "You don't need to take it, I'll go by myself." ”

She turned, took a step, and then stopped, without looking back, her back straight.