She walked behind Uncle Zhao and gently grabbed the edge of the crib.

Uncle Zhao, who was pressed by the crib a second ago, felt a lot more relaxed.

"Miss......" Uncle Zhao looked up in surprise and looked at Ruan Mengmeng.

In fact, he himself did not figure out how the weight was reduced.

Just as Ruan Mengmeng was about to speak, an unhappy voice interrupted the conversation between her and Uncle Zhao.

"Xiao Zhao, who told you to stop! It's late, Miss Yao is now pregnant with the little master, and she must rest on time. Hurry up and move the crib in to save Miss Yao from sleeping. ”

The source of the sound, above the stairs.

The person who spoke was the old maid Wang Ma who came from the old house.

She was a maid brought from her mother's family when Mrs. Li married into the Li family.

Because of this relationship, Wang Ma's status in the old mansion is second only to Uncle Zhang.

But compared with Uncle Zhang, who is steady and stereotyped, but knows how to measure, Wang Ma has a little bit of the power of the old lady, the meaning of the fox and the tiger.

This time, she was sent by Mrs. Li to take care of Yao Yuqing full-time.

It is equivalent to letting her take care of the future great-great-grandson of the Li family.

In this way, when dealing with other servants on Li Yuan's side, Wang Ma's posture is higher.

"What are you doing in a daze, move quickly-" Zhang's mother saw that Uncle Zhao didn't move, and urged a few more times.

At this moment, there were other servants on the stairs who were busy, up and down.

Although the stairs of the Li family are wide and stable, they will always be a little cramped in such a messy scene.

And Uncle Zhao was standing at the corner, and when he was yelled at by Wang's mother, he subconsciously worried about Ruan Mengmeng.

I was afraid that Ruan Mengmeng would be bullied by Wang Ma, who was a little confused by the support of the old lady.

Uncle Zhao immediately bent down and lifted the lower edge of the crib.

"Miss, get out of the way...... There are a lot of people here, and I'm afraid of hurting you. ”

After saying that, Uncle Zhao and the other two servants moved the crib upstairs.

But he turned a corner, because his view was blocked by the bed rail, and he happened to collide with the servant who was carrying a lamp downstairs.

The lamp was in the room where Yao Yuqing lived, because Wang Ma said that the shape of the lamp looked like a funnel.

Leak leak, as if the child is going to leak out, unlucky.

So, let the maid move down.

And the funnel-shaped table lamp happened to be very high and heavy, and the servant carried it downstairs, swaying, and the vision was also obscured.

This time it's good, and I collided directly with Uncle Zhao.

Seeing the servant walking down from the top, as soon as his arm was loosened, the lamp was about to fall and hit the corner of Uncle Zhao's forehead standing under the steps.

At the last moment, Ruan Mengmeng reacted quickly.

With his left hand, he pulled Uncle Zhao, who almost fell, back and held him steady.

Stretch out your right hand and hold the lamp holder with one hand.

The lamp that had to be held downstairs by an adult man's arms was caught steadily by Ruan Mengmeng.

"Uncle Zhao, are you okay?" Ruan Mengmeng cautiously inspected Uncle Zhao's situation.

He was hit just now, and his strength was gone, and the strength in his hands was loosened.

If it weren't for her quick eyes, she pulled Uncle Zhao away and held him steady.

His hands may have been pressed under the solid wood bed by the heavy weight of the crib.

If that happens, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Uncle Zhao: "It's okay, thank you, Miss, fortunately you helped ......"

"What's going on, what's going on with that sound just now......" Before Uncle Zhao finished speaking, Wang Ma's anxious voice had already come.

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