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Mu Anan: "Come in a few of you."
Outside the door is Mizono's servant.
Hearing Mu An'an's voice, several people immediately turned around and walked to the door, "Miss An An."
Mu Anan didn't say anything, but looked at the old man politely and said, "Grandpa, the housekeeper has already arrived, and the room you stay in has been arranged according to your preferences. I'll ask the servant to take you there."
After finishing speaking, before the old man responded, Mu An'an added, "If you don't like Yuyuanyuan's servants, I'll ask the housekeeper to come up."
With Mu An'an's arrangement, the old man didn't say anything, but just stared at her suspiciously.
Mu Anan didn't get a response, so he was neither angry nor annoyed, and said to a servant outside, "Go down and let the housekeeper come up to serve the old man."
"Yes, Miss An An." The servant responded and immediately went downstairs to do business.
Then Mu An'an looked at Zhong Ting, and the corner of his mouth curled up, "Also, arrange this Miss Zhong Ting to the room that Aunt Zhong served before, remember, she is pregnant now, take good care of her, don't neglect her. "
Zhong Ting paused, obviously dissatisfied with this arrangement, subconsciously looked at the old man.
As a result, the old man didn't say a word, but instead stared at Mu An'an with an ambiguous look.
Zhong Ting kept clenching her hand in front of her, obviously holding back.
Everything didn't go according to the rhythm she wanted.
I thought it would be a big fight, and I could even see Mu An'an lose his temper, making things more and more embarrassing.
But in all aspects of her handling, she is exactly the same as the hostess. On the contrary, she behaves like a clumsy servant who can't get on the stage.
Zhong Ting was naturally unhappy.
But the old man's attitude made her even more uneasy.
Mu Anan added to the servant, "Master Qi is obsessed with cleanliness, and he can only enter the room by himself. It's fine for the old man to enter, but he can't accept other people, so after you arrange the old man and Miss Zhong Ting, give Qi Ye a room. Cleaning up."
As soon as Mu An'an finished speaking, he saw the housekeeper bringing people up.
"Old man, you should go to bed early, so I won't disturb you. After all, the hospital is busy these two days. I hope we can have a meal together before you leave."
After Mu An'an finished speaking, he walked out without waiting for the old man to respond.
She has a straight back, a steady walking posture, and a generous smile on her face.
It seems that she is a noble daughter raised by a high-end wealthy family.
On the bright side, always noble and decent.
Be thorough and never embarrass yourself or anyone else.
After Mu An'an left Zongzheng Yu's room, he went back to his room directly.
The moment the door closed, Mu An'an's entire back leaned against the door, and then his body slumped down little by little.
The whole person sat on the ground.
Her hands were trembling violently, and cold sweat came out one by one on her forehead.
She could only cover her mouth and control her emotions.
After all, there are so many people outside the door, she must not make a sound, otherwise the decentness she maintained just now will be in vain.
Zhong Ting is pregnant.
Those words of the old man.
How could she really be indifferent to every sentence?
Her heart felt like it had been churned into twists, and it hurt to death.
But Mu An'an knew that even if the pain was dying, he had to endure it.
What can I do if I can't bear it?
Noisy?
Question?
This is what a fool would do.
What's more, Zhong Ting pretended there for so long, and every word was plainly aimed at provoking Mu An'an and making her lose her temper.
Her purpose is also simple, to make Mu Anan lose her temper in front of the old man.
Originally, the old man looked down on Mu An'an, but once he lost his temper, Mu An's image with the old man was completely ruined.
It will be useless to do anything in the future, and cannot restore any image.
What's more, what Mu Anan said to the old man just now is not all false.
The relationship between her and Zong Zhengyu needs to be determined by her and Zong Zhengyu themselves. Others have no right to say anything, let alone make decisions.
Tonight's missed appointment
Mu An'an will definitely wait until this man gives an explanation.
She began to take a deep breath to adjust her emotions.
After the shaking of his hands and the cold sweat on his forehead stopped, Mu Anan stood up slowly holding the door behind him.
Just because he kept one movement for too long, Mu Anan's legs were a little numb, and it took a while for him to get back to normal.
She went to take a shower, changed into more casual clothes, then dragged out the suitcase, and simply packed a few clothes.
Originally decided to live in Xiaojiu's villa, but now Mu An'an decided to go to the hospital for two days.
However, just after Mu An'an finished cleaning up, the phone rang.
Yes, there is information.
Her mood tightened all of a sudden, she turned around almost subconsciously, and picked up the mobile phone that was on the bed.
All three pieces of information belong to one person.
Xiao Jiu: Sister An, where are you?
Xiao Jiu: Sister An, Xiao Jiu has something to look for you.
Xiao Jiu: Sister An, are you coming to the glass room?
Seeing these three messages, Mu Anan felt very disappointed, but he just sighed, unwilling to let himself think too much.
Today Xiao Jiu accompanied Huo Xian to pick up Aunt Alisa. Mu An'an has been busy with tonight's date and didn't have much contact with Xiao Jiu.
She tapped the phone screen.
Mu An'an: OK, I'll go over now.
After replying, Mu Anan threw the phone on the bed, packed the last few clothes, and packed the suitcase.
Mu Anan put the suitcase on the seat by the door, picked up his phone, and planned to find Xiaojiu.
Although she is in a bad mood now, Mu An'an knows that with Xiao Jiu's character, she will run upstairs to her room if nothing happens.
Or call her directly and ask her.
Now that she sent a message and knocked on the location, she probably has something to do, so she has to go and have a look.
Thinking of this, Mu Anan opened the door and left the room.
The corridor was quiet, the door of Qiye's room was also closed, and there were no servants.
For a few seconds, Mu An'an felt in a trance.
It feels like nothing happened just now.
The master didn't come, Zhong Ting didn't show up, and the corridor on the second floor of the main villa in Yuyuanyuan was as quiet as usual.
It's the way she is familiar with.
But this trance feeling only lasted for a minute or two.
Mu Anan put his mind away and walked towards the stairs.
As soon as he got to his seat, he noticed a strange man under the stairs, and Mu Anan stopped immediately.
That face was a little strange to Mu Anan.
The man is about the same age as Qiye.
Very simple hedgehog hair, wearing more simple, just black trousers, black short sleeves, v-neckline, revealing the delicate collarbone.
It is a rare straight line, and very few people have such a collarbone.
Mu An'an didn't know this man, and he didn't know how this strange man appeared in Yuyuanyuan.
If it was before, she might have asked directly.
However, today is different.
The Zongzheng family in the capital has come, and it must be someone from the Zongzheng family who can appear in the Royal Garden in such a grand manner.
Mu Anan calmed down, and walked downstairs.
The man also walked upstairs.
When the two of them rubbed shoulders on the stairs, Mu Anan took the initiative to say, "Hello."
The man stopped in his tracks, "Mu Anan, hello." (Remember the website 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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