Chapter 1377 The Beaten Child

Before the Fu family was about to receive the second batch of funds, Fu Nanli asked Xiao Liangyan again: "Qiaoer wants to meet your son. Her medical skills are indeed superb. She cured my grandfather and my grandmother's old illnesses for many years. In addition, the young master of the Du family Du Boyan's asthma has improved a lot after her treatment. You should trust her medical skills."

This is not a fucking discussion, this is a clear threat.

If you don't take us to see your son, the second batch of funds will be gone.

Xiao Liangyan felt that he had been on a pirate ship, and he couldn't think about it.

Unable to get off the tiger, Xiao Liangyan could only agree to take them to Edinburgh to see his son.

Fu Nanli and Wen pretended to be here for the first time, and it turned out to be the villa they had been to before.

When they went, it was seven o'clock in the evening local time. It was not completely dark outside, and the street lights were shining.

Xiao Junhe stood on the window and looked outside. There were footsteps behind him, and he turned around in fear.

His servant Aunt Zhen came up and slapped her hard. Xiao Junhe was beaten to the ground, trembling with fear: "I'm good, I'm good."

"Why didn't you have dinner?"

Xiao Junhe pursed his lips: "I...I'm not hungry."

Aunt Zhen kicked him on the waist: "Aren't you hungry? You said you're not hungry, you damn kid, are you done with the food I worked so hard to make?"

Xiao Jun wanted to cry, but Aunt Zhen gave him another big slap in the face: "Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry."

There was a knock on the door outside. Aunt Zhen, who was tall and muscular, pulled Xiao Junhe up: "Someone wants to see you today. If you dare to talk nonsense, I won't be able to beat you to death tomorrow."

Xiao Junhe huddled in the corner: "Aunt Zhen, don't tell me, I won't tell you, Aunt Zhen is fine."

He was used to being beaten. Even if his mental age was only five years old, he knew how to please this terrible woman. Only by pleasing him could he avoid being beaten.

Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao got out of the car, and a servant came to the door and took them inside, through a small garden, around the swimming pool, and entered the villa door. The decoration style was typical of British aristocracy, with a rich and luxurious feel. Full of feeling.

The leading maid was in her forties, slightly chubby, and had a slender appearance.

Wen Qiao's first impression of her was not very good. He always felt that this woman had an evil look on her face. Is it okay to let such a woman take care of a sick child?

Wen Qiao asked Xiao Liangyan in a low voice: "Mr. Xiao, where do these servants come from?"

"They are all former servants of the Xiao family. They are very reliable."

Wen Qiao's chin was probably because she judged people by their appearance. Maybe this woman looked fierce, but was actually very gentle.

"Where's Jun He?" Xiao Liangyan was better than Yao Qiwen and would come over to see the child several times a year.

Aunt Zhen quickly said eagerly: "I will bring the young master out right now. I wonder who these two are?"

My husband has never brought outsiders here.

Xiao Liangyan said calmly: "Just bring him out. You shouldn't ask, so don't ask more."

Aunt Zhen quickly went upstairs, grabbed Xiao Junhe's wrist, and said viciously: "Your dad is here, and he's bringing guests. Do you know how to speak?"

Xiao Junhe shrank: "Aunt Zhen, I know."

Wen Qiao heard footsteps and looked up. On the tan wooden stairs, the boy wore a white shirt, black knee-length shorts, and stockings that reached his calf. He was dressed in a standard British gentleman's style. He looked quite delicate, but his walking posture and You can tell from his expression that this boy is different from other fifteen-year-old boys.