Jane Tong looked at the sky, it was going to rain.
Standing up and turning around, she walked towards the house softly and silently.
Housekeeper Xia couldn't believe that right under his watch, Jane Tong just stood up and left without saying a word.
Of course he could have chased after her and not relented. But in the morning, the people he had served all his life, said those words to him, still beside his ears.
On Butler Xia's face, his expression changed and changed.
Mr. protect her, expressly said that if he is unable to face Jane Tong with peace of mind, then only to transfer him back to the old Mr. side, and also said that he will give him a considerable amount of money.
But more money, can buy back his daughter's life?
Mr. but this so side of this woman!
Jane Tong until into the house, the back of the uncomfortable feeling of being stared at all the time, only finally disappeared.
Once in the house, the whole person but soft.
Looking at this house ... it is difficult to imagine how to suffer in the future days.
Such as today this Xia Weiming's father and the conflict and friction between her, will not be because of today's conversation, this is the end.
Shook his head, will be in the head of those cluttered thoughts all shake to the back of the head to go ...
...
The sky gradually darkened, in the Shen Family Manor's dining room, on a table, a man and a woman sat, quietly dining.
Looking at the dishes in front of her, colorful and fragrant, but she has no appetite.
Barely pulling in two mouthfuls of white rice, a pair of chopsticks held a piece of diced beef and put it into her bowl.
Looking at the extra diced beef in the bowl, Jane Tong did not refuse.
Just picking the rice to eat, also do not know intentionally or unintentionally, always able to avoid that piece of beef grain.
The man at the side watched, raised an eyebrow, his chopsticks reached into her bowl again, re-picked up that piece of beef grains, and reached out to her lips, "Eat."
Jane Tong looked at the chopsticks on the piece of diced beef, stomach a churning uncomfortable, forced by the head of the pressure of the line of sight, in that hot gaze, against her will gradually open her mouth, teeth a bite, diced beef into the mouth.
She coped with chewing twice, didn't even chew it, lapped it up and tried to swallow it with the whole.
"I don't mind personally helping you chew it well mouth to mouth to feed you down." Faint voice, rang out from the side, heard into Jane Tong's ears, in a flash, understood what he meant.
The mouth that originally prepared to bring the whole swallowed the beef grain, blocked in the mouth of the throat, did not dare to so bring the whole swallowed, to challenge this man beside the bottom line.
The cheeks that had been frozen from just now, moved, chewing the beef in his mouth one bite at a time.
The old housekeeper brought up the last soup, and according to the usual rules, hands to serve a small bowl of soup, first gave it to Shen Xiujin, and then served another bowl, ready to serve it in front of Jane Tong.
"Wait a minute," aside, the man's voice rang out clearly and faintly, Shen Xiu Jin smoothly picked up the facial tissue on the table, wiped his mouth, long and slender fingers, stretched out, directly cut off from the hands of the summer housekeeper, served over that night small bowl.
"She does not eat green onions." Low voice, faintly said, hands but not idle, movement skillfully quickly pick out the green onions in the soup, while the head also did not raise to the side of the summer housekeeper faintly commanded: "Next time you eat something, do not put green onions."
The bowl of soup in the green onion, picked a clean, soup suddenly no longer a little green onion shadow, smooth hand on the bowl pushed to Jane Tong's front to go, not too concerned about said a sentence:
"Checked, green onions are picked clean, drink up."
In this world, probably only Shen Xiujin is the only person who can take the words of concern and warmth out of his mouth and harden them into a commanding style.
Housekeeper Xia stood by the side, his bite muscles bulging on both sides of his cheeks, and the hand that was originally behind his back in a disciplined manner, even more so, was clenching his fists in death.
Even this kind of subtle thing is remembered clearly!
Then ... what about Wei Ming?
Wei Ming is what?
Mr.'s heart ... can still have Wei Ming's existence?
If even Mr. doesn't remember Wei Ming ... wouldn't Wei Ming be too pitiful?
No, no way! The bottom of the ... Xia Butler's eyes steeply blossomed with a cold aura, he would never allow this situation to appear!
Be quick, must do it quickly!