In the face of soft and soft rhetoric, Mu Xingqiao shook his head helplessly, this girl does have the ability. At a young age, his mother died, and he lived in the Wen family with his younger brother, and was tortured by his vicious stepmother and three half-siblings in turn, but he lived safely until now. If you don't have any skills, how can it be?

That's it.

Don't worry about her yourself.

This girl looks soft and weak, but in fact, she has a lot of thoughts, and she knows what to do, which is best for herself.

……

When Mu Xingqiao got off work, Wen Softly invited her to have supper, and then returned to Lu's house. tiptoed into the living room, and saw that the housekeeper had not rested, so he asked Lu Zhanqing about the situation. Knowing that he had rested, he said softly, "Well, I know." Butler, go to bed early, too. ”

After saying that, she planned to go back to the bedroom to rest.

The housekeeper stopped her, "Young grandmother, Mr. told me to prepare chicken soup for you." Say that if you come back late, you must have an upset stomach, and it will be better to drink a bowl of black chicken soup to warm your stomach. ”

Wen Soft pursed the corners of her lips, and warmth slipped through her eyes.

"Okay."

The housekeeper turned around and went to the kitchen, took a bowl of chicken soup, and brought it to the living room.

The black chicken and cordyceps boiled for four hours, and the bones were boiled off, and they were extremely delicious. Just by placing it on the table for a while, a rich fragrance wafts through the house.

I ate too much barbecue and needed some light soup, so I picked up the spoon and planned to take two sips.

But as soon as the tip of her tongue touched the spoon, her brow twisted.

Why is the taste of this soup so wrong?

Wen Soft took a small sip cautiously, and quickly spit it out.

"Young grandma, what's wrong? Isn't this soup to your liking? The housekeeper asked thoughtfully.

"The soup is a good soup, but it's not a good thing. You can throw these out, you can't drink them. Wen Soft is glad that she has studied medicine since she was a child, otherwise, if she drinks this bowl of soup, she will not see the sun tomorrow.

The housekeeper understood what was going on, and his face changed a few times.

"Young grandma, I'm sorry. I was negligent and almost hurt you. ”

"It's not your poison. Besides, isn't that okay with me? You keep quiet, don't make a big fuss, otherwise, you will disturb Lu Zhanqing's rest. ”

"Yes."

Wen Soft went to the kitchen to get a packet of milk and went back to her bedroom.

The housekeeper poured all the chicken soup into the sink and then went to adjust the surveillance at home.

……

Following.

Wen Soft got up early, planning to go to Ke's house early to meet the legendary little demon king. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked downstairs, he saw Lu Zhanqing staring at several servants with a serious expression.

The atmosphere in the living room was particularly oppressive, as if something terrible had happened.

"What's going on?"

Gently and lazily asked, walked down the stairs and walked to the living room on the first floor.

"The housekeeper reported to me that someone poisoned the chicken soup you drank last night." After Lu Zhanqing finished speaking in a cold voice, his jaw tightened, and his gaze like a skate blade scraped the faces of each servant one by one.

Such a murderous appearance is like a god running out of the Ten Palaces of Yama.

It scared everyone.

Gentle but not afraid of him, because he is for her good.

"I don't know who did it. I will punish you as well. Lu Zhanqing's face was like frost, and his dark eyes were full of light.

The five quiet servants peeked at each other, hoping that the real culprit would come forward and not bother them.

"Don't you say yes? Butler, bring them all down for me. ”

Lu Zhanqing drank heavily.

The butler, led by a sturdy bodyguard, was about to step forward.

The servants screamed in fright.

"Sir, I am innocent! I don't dare to drugged! ”

"Whoever poisoned it, come out and admit it!"

For a while, the living room was filled with screams one after another.

Gently and softly, he looked at a few people and said, "Don't make any noise!" I have a way to find out the real poisoner. ”

The servant closed his mouth for a moment.

Wen Ruansoft looked at Lu Zhanqing, "Can I handle this matter personally?" ”

"Absolutely. You are the mistress of this house, you can do whatever you want, and no one can stop you. Lu Zhanqing gave her the highest authority.

Wen Rou touched his chin softly, and said with a smile: "Butler, there should be any leftover from last night's chicken soup, right?" ”