Xia Yue still didn't sleep well this night, she didn't sleep well, except for the bedroom light was too bright, and Shao Linghui's last sentence, don't get too close to him.

This is the second time Shao Linghui has said this, and she thinks that Shao Linghui's warning to her may be the subtext that Xu Ningshen did not say to her.

Why can't you recognize yourself? 】

She is just a dispensable existence for Xu Ningshen and Shao Linghui, and she is not that important.

So her seven years of dedication is nothing at all, and don't think about asking Shao Linghui to try to turn off the lights for her.

In self-denial, Xia Yue spent a sleepless night.

At seven o'clock the next day, Xia Yue's head began to hurt when she got up, and she knew that it was the sequelae caused by lack of sleep.

She went to her suitcase and found a box of painkillers and took one with cold water.

After washing, she helped Shao Linghui take out the clothes he was going to wear today, and then helped him squeeze the toothpaste, and put the razor and shaving water within his reach, and she went downstairs after doing this.

She went to the kitchen, the workers of the Shao family were making breakfast, and when she saw her go downstairs like this, she hurriedly greeted, "Young lady, you are up, breakfast will have to wait for a while." ”

"It's okay, is there anything I can help with?"

"That's what you need to do, it's all our job."

"Let me help, I don't want to be idle." Xia Yue reached out and took the egg and offered to help cook the egg.

The worker saw that she was not in good spirits and asked if Shao Linghui came back too late last night and made a noise to her.

Obviously, the noise in the workers' mouths meant something else.

Xia Yue didn't speak, quietly looking at the fire.

"It can be seen that young lady, you are not a pampered person." I don't know if this worker likes to talk or is afraid that Xia Yue will be bored, she took the initiative to chat with Xia Yue, she said that Xia Yue knew that she could work by moving things in large bags yesterday.

"I think Young Master Ling Hui must have liked you because of this."

Xia Yue was broken by the worker's words.

She laughed.

Yes, isn't Shao Linghui willing to marry her because she can do it?

So she is still entangled in what is sad, she is not in a relationship with Shao Linghui, why can't she sleep because he said not to get close to him.

She and Shao Linghui originally had a cooperative relationship.

So what Shao Linghui said last night was not wrong, she made a request to him a bit out of bounds.

She didn't recognize the reality, and he helped her realize that he was actually a good person.

The worker continued, "Young Madam, you are so capable, you will definitely be able to grow old with our Young Master Ling Hui. ”

To remain a devoted couple to the end of their lives?

Xia Yue smiled again, her cooperation with Shao Linghui may not require him to pay the final payment, and after half a year, they will return to the bridge and return to the road and return to the road from the bridge to the road, where will they grow old.

So she made a request to the workers, "Mother Yu, can you call me by my name in the future, Xia Yue." ”

"Don't you like me to call you young lady?"

"Yes, I don't like it."

"Why?"

"It's too old."

"So that's the case, I thought you had an awkward fight with Young Master Ling Hui last night to stop us from calling it that."

Awkward?

Xia Yue glanced at the Shao family, a home-based worker, and suddenly remembered Shao Linghui's warning to her.

"You went to the workers to ask for a quilt to sleep on the sofa, did you want to tell everyone that we were a fake marriage?"

It seems that Shao Linghui knows this worker in his family very well, and I don't know if this worker will go through the drawers of the bedside table when he helps Shao Linghui clean up the room.

Seeing a useless family planning product in the drawer, she found that there was no movement in her stomach for two or three months, would she go to Shao Linghui's mother to tell her about Gong Han again.

Xia Yue subconsciously glanced at his stomach, then dropped the soup spoon and ran upstairs.