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"Madam, please listen to my explanation." Song Yingying had a rough plan in her mind, and she looked at Madam Hou and said.
Just like what Mrs. Hou did just now, she didn't wait for the other party's answer, and said, "It's not that I hit the wall because I didn't want to serve the young master, but because of other reasons."
Madam Hou didn't speak. There was a cold look on Meiyan's face, as if looking at something disgusting, looking at her coldly.
When she didn't speak, the servants didn't stop, dragging Song Yingying to the torture bench.
"It's really a misunderstanding." Song Yingying knew that her struggle was futile, and she said quickly, while her mouth was not blocked, "I was sold by my parents, and I have been a member of the Hou Mansion since then. I am a stubborn person. Since I am a member of the Hou Mansion from now on, I can no longer think about my parents in my heart. I just want to repay my parents' kindness and serve the little Marquis wholeheartedly from now on."
There are quite a few loopholes in this statement.
In other words, the logic is too hard to win people's trust.
But Song Yingying thought that Mrs. Hou would definitely spare her. It's very simple, Mrs. Hou cares about her son, she definitely doesn't want such a bad name on his head The servant girl would rather commit suicide than serve him.
How ugly is it to say it?
Combined with Mrs. Hou's effort to save her and give her medicine after she hit the wall, but now she wants to beat her to death, it is known that Mrs. Hou's wrist is very hard
She could not tolerate others disobeying her majesty and neglecting her son. Even if she died, Song Yingying couldn't commit suicide because she was afraid of serving the young master, she could only be killed by the master's stick without rules.
"I am willing to serve the young master." Seeing that Mrs. Hou did not speak, and her beautiful face was not even moved at all, Song Yingying immediately said in a sincere tone, "I will serve others. Madam must not know how good I am." serve people."
The last sentence moved Mrs. Hou.
She thought of her son who had become taciturn since his legs were disabled, didn't like to eat, didn't like to go out, and didn't go out of the house for ten days and a half months. The soft heart wrapped under the cold appearance was touched. .
"Ma'am, I'll tidy myself up today, and I'll serve the young master tomorrow!" Without waiting for Madam Hou to speak, Song Yingying hurriedly said again.
She was afraid that Mrs. Hou would beat her up if she said something like "capital crimes can be avoided, but living crimes cannot escape".
She didn't want to be beaten.
"Madam, I will definitely serve the young master well!" She raised three fingers and swore.
At this moment, Mrs. Hou finally had a second expression The brows were raised slightly.
"I'll give you three days. If you can ask the young master to take the initiative to take a look around the garden, I won't pursue this matter with you," Madam Hou said.
Song Yingying nodded immediately: "Yes, I remember!"
"You must call yourself a slave!" The nanny next to Mrs. Hou warned.
Song Yingying lowered her head: "Yes, this servant has remembered."
Just think of it as acting, she told herself. She is not a slave, she is the little heart of her parents. She does all this to earn points.
A group of people surrounded Mrs. Hou and left.
Song Yingying wiped her face, stood up slowly, and went back to the house.
She lives in the same room with Situ Jun's maid, Hua Fan.
The painting fan is not here at this time, it seems to be serving at Situ Jun's place, Song Yingying sat on the bed, thinking.
"Yingying, come on!" The system encouraged her.
Song Yingying gave a "hmm" and stopped communicating with it, and began to sort out the current situation.
This body is also called Yingying, which was sold into the Yong'an Hou Mansion by her biological parents five days ago. The elder brother in the family wanted to marry a wife, and he sold her short of the dowry. The Marquis of Yong'an wanted to sign a death contract, and offered a price of twenty taels of silver, so Yingying's parents pressed their fingerprints decisively.
She is good-looking, has a gentle temperament, and is used to taking care of others. This is where she is favored.
At first, Yingying didn't want to hit the wall at all. It was the painting fan who lived with her and said to her: "Don't be afraid, although the little prince has a bad temper, he doesn't beat anyone at all." He said while hiding his hands behind his back.
Yingying was careful, and immediately asked her what happened to her hand? The painting fan dodged, and showed Yingying its hand, and saw that there was a deep gash on it, although it was bandaged, it was bleeding.
"It's really not the young master who hit it. I accidentally scratched it when I was picking up the glass fragments." Huafan tried desperately to explain.
Yingying thought to herself, throwing things at every turn is not a good master to serve. againYingying, I will take care of you for the next three days, please give me your advice. "
Don't they young masters from rich families just like the "women, you managed to get my attention"?
When Hua Fan heard this, Huarong turned pale with fright, knelt down with a "plop", and kowtowed desperately: "Little Lord, spare your life! Little Lord, forgive your sins! It wasn't the servant who taught her to say this!"
The fingers clasped on the ground turned white from too much force, the teeth were clenched tightly, and the eyes hidden under the eyelids were full of hatred.
She really hated this idiot named Yingying!
Even if you want to compete for favor, you don't have to kill everyone, right?
Who doesn't know that since his legs were paralyzed, Young Master Hou has been very concerned about other people's eyes, and even Mrs. Hou usually doesn't dare to take a second look? It's okay for her to see, she's still so presumptuous!
Situ Jun didn't speak for a while.
He was wearing a black robe, and he was sitting in a wheelchair. His complexion was pale for a long time, and his hands on the wheelchair were also pale, and the blue veins under the skin could be clearly seen.
He is very beautiful, and he is Madam Hou's child at first glance. In addition to inheriting the beauty of Mrs. Hou, his outline has an unmistakable youthful toughness. He is very thin, probably due to long-term insomnia, and there are thick black and blue under his eyes. His dark eyes were bottomless, gloomy and gloomy. She pursed her lips slightly, her eyes were cold, very indifferent, and revealed a faint anger. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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