This time, Wang Ma was not only commanding upstairs, she walked down quickly.

"Xiao Zhao, how do you do things? You are the housekeeper of the big house, and you can't even do this little thing! Look at the bottom of this bed, it's all broken by you...... Ouch, this is the old lady who was looking forward to holding her great-grandson two years ago, and the crib she specially prepared, and she had to book another one, at least for half a year! ”

Wang's mother lowered her waist slightly, and touched the position on the side of the crib in distress, the little bump.

Completely ignored, Uncle Zhao, who almost had his hands crushed by this crib - or even if he escaped, he was almost hit on the head by the lamp.

Mother Wang was still complaining, but Uncle Zhao didn't say a word.

Ruan Mengmeng couldn't look at it.

Although Uncle Zhao is younger than Uncle Zhang and Wang Ma, he is also forty or fifty years old.

It is not appropriate for him to do this kind of rough work and still breathe and drink.

She wanted to help explain, but Uncle Zhao, who saw the clues, waved his hand and stopped her.

At this time, Wang's mother had already inspected the situation of the crib.

She raised her head in distress and said impatiently: "Forget it, anyway, the little young master in Miss Yao's belly is less than three months old." I will move this crib up and prepare it, and then I will tell the old lady to order it again. ”

After speaking, he waved his hand to Uncle Zhao: "What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you move it up quickly-"

The commanding and natural tone did not regard Uncle Zhao as the real housekeeper of this family at all.

And Uncle Zhao just now, in fact, he had already flashed his waist, and it was very reluctant to move the crib at this time.

The other two young servants who were carrying together were both old men from Li Yuan, and when they saw Uncle Zhao being bullied, of course they couldn't look past it.

One of them said to Uncle Zhao: "Steward Zhao, why don't you take a rest first, the two of us are young, just work harder." ”

As soon as the words were finished, Wang Ma screamed and denied.

"How can two people move, the three of you almost broke the bed when you moved just now. No, no, you hurry up, move the bed quickly, Miss Yao and the little young master in her belly are waiting to rest, and you can't be lazy. ”

Wang Ma didn't let her take a step, Uncle Zhao had long known Wang Ma's temper, and he also knew that she wouldn't let her.

He used his eyes to stop the two young men who were still trying to speak, and as soon as he pulled up his sleeves, he was about to bend down.

Who knows, before he bent down, he was firmly held by a small hand.

"Uncle Zhao, go and rest, I'll come." Ruan Mengmeng's eyes were pale, she looked at Uncle Zhao, and said in a very calm tone.

Uncle Zhao: "Miss, you are a girl......"

"It doesn't matter, girls don't have to be worse than men." After speaking, Ruan Mengmeng glanced at the other two young men.

"You two, go and rest on the side, I can move this bed alone."

As soon as these words came out, not to mention that Uncle Zhao and the other two young subordinates were stunned.

Even the other people who were busy going up and down the stairs unconsciously stopped and looked at Ruan Mengmeng.

And Wang Ma, after being slightly stunned, screamed, "Who are you?" Who allowed you to mess around here—"

Wang's mother went back to her hometown to visit relatives a while ago, and she had never seen Ruan Mengmeng, so she didn't know her identity at all.

Ruan Mengmeng's beautiful apricot eyes were raised.

She glanced coldly at Wang Ma, who was standing on the two steps up, looking domineering, but was actually nothing more than a paper tiger.

"I'm not anyone......" Ruan Mengmeng said lightly.

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