Fierce Ex-wife: President, Please Be Careful

"You stay here, as soon as the young master has a need, you will come and serve you immediately, do you know?" As soon as Sun Fengzi went out, her face suddenly became gloomy, and she whispered to a certain unlucky person who had been selected. ---End of this Danmei, Hong Kong and Taiwan romance www.hjw.tw)))

The maid who was named turned pale, thinking of Zhao Yifei's brutality just now, she really didn't want to stay and wait.

But this kind of thing is not something her little servant can decide, so she had to agree with grievances: "Yes, I will take good care of the young master."

Only then did Sun Fengzi retract her gaze with satisfaction, turned her head and glanced at the closed door one last time, sighed, and walked away.

She still has an account to count with Zhao Shunchang. Zhao Yifei is a piece of meat that fell from her body. She is reluctant to beat, scold, and even lose her temper at him. Zhao Shunchang is different.

Sun Fengzi's walk also took away most of the servants who had helped carry Zhao Yifei upstairs, leaving only the girl who was obviously reluctant.

Zhao Youming had been hiding behind a large vase on the edge of the corridor. After Sun Fengzi had left, Shi Shiran walked out from behind the vase and walked towards the room where Zhao Yifei was.

The maid looked down at her toes, and kept thinking about the appearance of Zhao Yifei just throwing things around. When she thought that she might be called in and fisted, the maid felt terrified.

At this moment, a black shadow suddenly appeared beside her, and a hand climbed onto her shoulder without warning.

The maid's face turned pale, her eyes were so wide that she wanted to scream, but suddenly she heard a concerned question from behind: "Are you okay, your face is so ugly, is there any discomfort in your body?"

The maid was taken aback, turned her head stiffly, and saw Zhao Youming with a worried face at a glance.

"You...Master Yoo Ming."

Zhao Youming heard the maid's claim, and a cold light flashed across his eyes.

The servants in this house, including the housekeeper, would only call him "Young Master Yoo Ming" when they saw him. Different from the eldest lady of Zhao Youlin and the young master of Zhao Yifei, he directly called the name "Young Master Yoo Ming."

It is just a subtle difference in appellation, which can already see his status in this family.

Both Zhao Yulin and Zhao Yifei are the descendants of the Zhao family recognized to the outside world, oh, yes, after today, there may be another young master, the guy named Zhao Yichen.

And he is just an illegitimate child who can't make it to the table and is not recognized.

The emotions in Zhao Yooming’s eyes came and dissipated quickly, but within a moment of effort, Zhao Yooming regained his previous gentle smile and asked softly, “Why are you standing here with such an ugly face? Is it because of physical discomfort? "

I have to say that the appearance of the hypocrite Zhao Youming is still very deceptive in some cases.

The maid girl who was aggrieved at first listened to Zhao Yooming's words of concern, and she was immediately moved by what she didn't want, and she subconsciously compared the quality of the two young masters of the Zhao family in her heart.

"Young Master You Ming, I...I'm fine, Young Master is resting inside, and the third wife asked me to stay here."

Zhao Yuming immediately pretended to be surprised when he heard the words: "Cousin is resting inside? Is it uncomfortable?"

The maid was startled, and said in doubt, "Don't you know Master Yoo Ming? Master San was injured just now."

The expression on Zhao Yooming’s face was surprised and a little bit more concerned: "I am injured, how did I get hurt?"

The maid was a little embarrassed. Zhao Yoon-ming did not continue to ask in a thoughtful manner. He changed the subject and said, "The little cousin is injured. As the elder brother, I should go over and see how he is injured."

When the maid heard that Zhao Yuming was about to go in to see Zhao Yifei's face changed slightly, she quickly said, "Master Yoo Ming, the third young master's injury is not particularly serious. Now the main thing is to rest, you just..."

The maid really couldn't bear to have a gentle and considerate teenager like Zhao Youming go in and face Zhao Yifei's Rakshasa, and this kindly stopped him, but it was a pity that someone didn't intend to lead her to this affection.

"I know that my cousin should take a good rest if he is injured. But if I don't go in and take a look, I'm always a little worried. Don't worry, I will go in and take a look, and I will come out immediately. It won't disturb my cousin's rest." Zhao Yooming said while watching. He took a look at the maid and smiled, "I think you are also very tired. I want to be busy with you today. You can go back and rest first. I'll be there to watch."

"How can this be done? Master Yoo Ming, the third lady let me..."

The maid hurriedly wanted to refuse, but was interrupted by Zhao Yuming again: "Didn't you just say that the little cousin needs a rest? If that's the case, it won't help if you stay here. It's better to take a break now. . Here is at home, not outside, nothing will happen."

The maid was moved by Zhao Yoo Ming, he hesitated for a moment, and whispered: "Then...I...I will go down first, Master Yoo Ming...Be careful."

Zhao Yuming smiled and nodded: "Go."

Watching the maid go downstairs, the smile on Zhao Youming's face suddenly converged, turned around and held the doorknob, opened the door and entered.

Although Zhao Yifei's hand has been taken back, his previous dislocation and the simple and rude treatment afterwards still hurt his vitality.

If it weren't for a sweat, it would be uncomfortable for the clothes to stick to his body, and Zhao Yifei would not even bother to move at all.

After finally changing his clothes with his hands that had not fully recovered his flexibility, Zhao Yifei fell directly on the soft bed, replenishing his energy.

Unexpectedly, not long after lying down, I heard the sound of someone opening the door and walking in.

Zhao Yifei, who was in an extremely bad mood, immediately sat up from the bed like a firecracker that had been lit, and didn't seem to know who the person was. He picked up the thing closest to the bed and threw it out.

"Didn't you tell me not to come in? Are you deaf or squeezed by the door? Get out of me!"

As soon as Zhao Yuming entered the door, he saw a black object smashing toward him, and he reflexively hid from the side.

With a muffled bang echoing in the empty room, Zhao Youming turned his head and looked around. After seeing things scattered on the ground, his eyes flickered.

It was a picture frame made of solid wood, and just listened to the sound just now and imagined what would happen if the thing hit me just now.

I don’t know if it’s irritated or tired. After throwing things away, Zhao Yifei gasped for a few breaths, and found that the people in the room hadn’t left yet. When he wanted to curse a few more words, he heard a line that shouldn’t have appeared here. The joking voice came first: "Little cousin is quite angry today."

Zhao Yifei stiffened all over, looking up with red eyes, and at a glance, he met the handsome face of the person who was smiling but not smiling. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Zhao Yooming!"