Uncle couldn't have been looking at her phone just now, right?

Probably not, her phone screen is locked.

The battery was not fully charged, so Murong Le left his mobile phone in the room, turned around and went out, and followed downstairs.

The expressionless man is sitting on the sofa, his legs overlapping in a lazy posture, invisibly forming a momentum, like a god's mansion.

The maid was busy going in and out, serving food to the dining table, and Murong Le habitually glanced at the dining table to see if there was any dark Chinese medicinal juice.

As of today, it has been several days, and every day Grandpa will supervise the servants to prepare medicinal juice for the uncle, and Murong Le has also formed a habit.

The medicinal juice that was served out would be poured out every time, and Murong Le was used to seeing it.

"Miss Le, it's time to eat."

When the maid saw Murong Le, he hurriedly called her, and cautiously glanced at Murong Bojing over there.

"Well, why isn't there any potion tonight?"

The maid was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, Miss Le asked about the young master's medicine, she immediately showed a trembling expression, and replied in a low voice:

"There is no medicinal juice, the Chinese medicine doctor hired by the master has been dismissed by the young master......"

Hearing this, Murong Le frowned, Uncle dismissed the Chinese medicine doctor hired by his grandfather?

"Shut up!"

Murong Bojing opened his mouth coldly, interrupting what the servant was about to say, his dark eyes were full of cold light, and he stabbed on the person's body coldly.

Murong Le took a few steps forward and came to Murong Bojing's face, his face full of disapproval and disappointment:

"You can't take medicine well when you're sick, and you have to fire the doctor, is this giving up treatment?"

The corners of Murong Bojing's mouth twitched several times, he was not sick, and the dead woman thought he was sick!

"I'm not sick! Dine! ”

Murong Bojing was so angry that he didn't choose what to say, he got up suddenly, and the anger around him raged uncontrollably, as if he would shatter people and bones together in the next second, and they would be wiped out.

The servant was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated to the wall and stood, constantly lowering his sense of existence, afraid of being burned by the young master's anger.

Murong Le had no choice but to walk to the dining table and sit down obediently to eat, but his eyes frequently fell on the uncle.

The atmosphere between the two was completely stiff, reaching the point of rigidity, and the smoke of gunpowder was about to erupt.

Murong Bojing ate a few bites casually, he was in a good mood, shook his knife and fork, made a crisp ding dong sound, and went upstairs directly.

Murong Le ate sullenly, no matter how delicious the food was, he felt that his mouth was tasteless, and his heart felt as if he was choked by something.

"Miss Le, don't be too sad, young master, he is like this, his temper is a little stubborn, irritable......"

Seeing Murong Le's dejected appearance, the maid couldn't help but comfort him, the young master has the same black face as everyone else, but in fact, he is the most kind to Miss Le!

"I know, I called my grandfather and said he didn't want to take medicine."

Murong Le put down the tableware, had no appetite to eat again, and got up.

The maid had no choice but to pack up the food that had not been touched much, and looked helplessly upstairs.

The huge crystal chandelier emits a soft yellow light, and the living room is luxurious and high-end, with expensive oil paintings hanging on the walls.

Murong Le picked up the phone and dialed his grandfather's landline.

After waiting for a while, the other party picked up, and it was the maid who answered the call.

"Hey, I'm Murong Le, I'm looking for grandpa."

"Okay, Miss Le, please wait."

There was a trembling sound on the other end of the phone, it should be that the servant went to find Master Murong.

"Xiaole?!"

Grandpa's familiar loud voice came from the opposite side, and Murong Le curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of a smile.