"Damn it! I'm serious about you, why are you going to support me?"

Fan Zhuo, who was holding the cat, was anxious and kicked He Zheng angrily.

"Call it whatever you want."

He Zheng didn't care about this matter, after all, even he himself didn't know what to call a housekeeper.

"Then call me the butler!"

The Fan Prison couldn't change his words for a while, and he sighed.

He was still a little confused now, and he never thought that the housekeeper and He Zheng's father were a couple.

The cat in Fanzhuo's arms kept looking at the butler on the bed, tilting his head in confusion.

It suddenly jumped from the arms of Fan Zhuo, ran quickly towards the butler, jumped to the butler, and meowed at the butler with his arm, soft grandma.

The butler wiped his tears and hugged the cat into his arms, but he still didn't say a word, and his eyes were swollen from crying.

The cat obediently hugged the butler and licked the tears on the butler's cheek.

It didn't know why the butler cried or why there was a bloody smell on his body, but it knew that the butler was very cold and wanted the butler to hug it and warm it up.

He Zheng suddenly left the door and walked downstairs quickly.

After a while, he came back and entered the room with the butler's luggage.

"The wound has been bandaged. If you change the wet clothes and rest for a while, you'll be fine." The military doctor told He Zheng.

He Zheng nodded in thanking him, opened the suitcase and took out the clothes inside, and placed them next to the butler.

The butler touched the cat in his arms without saying anything, and tears fell down again, crying sadly.

He Zheng took the military doctor out and brought it to the door with ease.

"You can just scream if you have something."

The military doctor gave this sentence and nodded to He Zheng, then carried the medicine box downstairs.

Fan Zhuo looked at He Zheng who wanted to speak but stopped. It was so quiet for the first time.

He Zheng kept looking at the door of the room, pricked up his ears and listened to the movement inside, probably because he was afraid that the butler would not be able to think it out again.

"If you are worried, go in and take a look." said Fan Zhuo.

He Zheng shook his head. What the housekeeper now needs to be calm, and he said everything he should say. If the housekeeper insists on going to accompany his father, he has no choice but to stop him.

"Well? Why are you standing here for uncle?"

Ye Miao walked over from the corner of the aisle and happened to see He Zhengfan Zhuo at the door of the master bedroom, looking at them in confusion.

Fan Zhuo was a person who could not hide his troubles. He coughed and scratched his head and looked at it, hurriedly avoiding Ye Miao's gaze.

Ye Miao narrowed his eyes and looked at Fan Zhuo, "Auntie, why are you avoiding my sight and doing something bad?"

Fan Zhu almost vomited blood. What bad things can he do, an adult?

"Frankly be lenient and resist strictness."

Ye Miao put his hands on his hips and looked serious.

"A young man still thinks he is an adult." Fan Yu poked Ye Miao's forehead hard.

Ye Miao was in pain, covered her forehead with her hands and raised her head to complain to He Zheng, "Your wife bullied me."

He Zheng raised a curve when he heard the words "Your wife" and he really laughed.

"Uncle, you are too much, you are still laughing." Ye Miao was angry and aggrieved.

Fan Zhu immediately raised his eyebrows and looked arrogant, "He is my man who only protects me. What's wrong with you? If you don't accept it, go find your man to fight!"

"childish."

Ye Miao talked about Fan Zhu bluntly.

"What's wrong with childishness? Your uncle likes me childishness." Fan Zhuo's face did not blush and his heart would not beat.

Ye Miao's mouth twitched instantly and was caught off guard with a handful of dog food.

"What are you doing? You're not convinced!"

"Okay, okay, you won."

Ye Miao raised his hand and asked Fan Zhu to stop the topic, not wanting to argue with Fan Zhu.

After hesitating for a while, he looked up and said to He Zheng, "Grandpa, the housekeeper, looked very sad when he saw this villa. Should we accompany him?"

These words made He Zheng smile more gentlely on his face. He raised his hand and touched Ye Miao's head, "Okay, then let's accompany him."

"Okay, I'll go downstairs to find Grandpa, the butler. He should be busy in the kitchen at this time."

Ye Miao ran towards the stairs and went downstairs happily.

As soon as Ye Miao left, the smile on He Zheng's face disappeared. He looked at the door. The butler must have heard the conversation they had just heard.

The housekeeper could hear it clearly. When he heard Ye Miao was afraid that he would be sad and wanted to accompany him, he lay on the bed and hugged the cat and tears fell down again.

A few minutes later, the door was opened, and the housekeeper changed into clean clothes and held the cat in his arms.

He Zheng was afraid that the housekeeper would bleeding from his wound and hugged the cat in his arms and gave it to the Fanzhu beside him, so Fanzhu behavedly.

He Zheng's thoughtful behavior made the butler's eyes warm again, and he wiped his tears and said, "You just pretend that you didn't see what happened today."

After saying that, he nodded and went downstairs, probably to find Ye Miao.

He Zheng didn't say anything, but his tense nerves had already been relieved.

"Grandpa Butler."

As soon as the housekeeper went down to the first floor, Ye Miao waved to him happily at the entrance of the dining room.

The butler held his bandaged wrist tightly, his face full of complexity and entanglement.

"Grandpa, butler, I want to drink milk tea. Can you make milk tea for me?"

Ye Miao ran to the butler and acted coquettishly at the butler, soft and sweet.

The housekeeper held back his tears and nodded, "Okay, I'll do it for the young master now."

"Then I'll help you."

Ye Miao hugged the butler's arms and drooled towards the kitchen, happily.

The butler saw Ye Miao not saying anything, but his heart felt soft. Ye Miao's voices made him reluctant to leave.

Li Cheng stood in the first floor aisle and watched the butler enter the kitchen and lit a cigarette, slowly vomiting mist.

Gao Yang looked up at Li Cheng, and he could feel that Li Cheng's heart was fluctuating greatly and suppressed it with smoke.

If I were the butler, I should have done that too.

Gao Yang, who looked at Li Cheng, murmured in his heart, Li Cheng was no longer there and he didn't want to survive.

Li Cheng noticed the emotions in Gao Yang's eyes, lowered his head to block Gao Yang's mouth, anxious and arrogant.

Gao Yang did not refuse and raised his head to respond one by one.

It took a while for Li Cheng to let go of Gao Yang and stroke Gao Yang's face in a messy manner, as if there was more fear in his eyes.

Gao Yang saw it, leaned into Li Cheng's arms, grabbed Li Cheng's clothes with both hands and his voice was mute, "Take me back to the room."

He knew that he was asking for trouble when he did this, but at this time he wanted to comfort Li Cheng, but Li Cheng looked too uneasy.
Chapter completed!