Chapter 875 Real Young Master vs Fake Daughter 17

Xihe: "..."

Hey, she has such a temper, she really wants to beat him up.

Mr. Jiang exploded in an instant, pointing at Xihe and glaring: "You little girl, I am your grandfather, try rolling your eyes again!"

Xihe wiped her face, turned around and entered the room quickly: "I'll do it if you tell me to do it? Have you paid me yet?"

Mr. Jiang: "..."

Clutching my heart, whoops whoops.

Song Yu was startled, and quickly patted him on the back: "Grandpa, are you okay? Come, follow me, take a deep breath..."

The noise didn't calm down until the table was served, but the old man was also biased when he was eating, he always gave Song Yu some food and asked him to eat more, and when he saw Xihe's food, he said she ate too much.

When Xihe heard this, he directly put the vegetables into the bowl, and the old man was so angry that he wanted to hit someone again.

Song Yu hurriedly comforted the old man, saying that there was still more, and then he coaxed him down, and he was too tired after a meal.

After the meal, the old man went out for a walk, Xihe threw away the bowl and went back into the house, Song Yu sighed and stood up to wash the bowl and chopsticks.

boom boom boom

Song Yu raised her hand and knocked on the door: "Yue'er, can I come in?"

Xihe made a 'hmm' and raised her voice, "The door is not closed."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and Song Yu's tall figure stood at the door, with the cleaned yard behind him. He saw the girl lying on the bed at a glance, with a pink face, round eyes, and red mouth.

Song Yu quickly lowered her head: "Why did you lie down? Is there something uncomfortable?"

Xihe took a bite of dried sweet potato: "No, just lie down if you want."

Song Yu: "..."

Thinking of what to say, she closed the door halfway and walked over: "Yue'er, I have something I want to talk to you about."

The house is still the same as when he left, empty, with a few bows and arrows hanging on the wall, the fur and meat of various animals hanging on the beams, wooden cabinets, plain quilts, the only difference is that there is a pink and tender bed on the bed. The little girl, a pair of small embroidered shoes under the bed.

Seeing him staring blankly at his chest.

Xihe looked down and slapped away the sweet potato scum: "Is there any more?"

Song Yu's ears turned red in an instant, and he looked away. After a while, he said, "You...why are you wearing my clothes?" It was dusty, and he had worn them for many years.

Xihe blinked and blinked: "I have no clothes, do you still want to wear them?"

Today he changed into a royal blue robe, black boots, and his whole body is tall and tall, completely looking like a prince of aristocratic family.

Xihe was a little worried at once, now she is a poor person, her pockets are cleaner than her face.

Otherwise, she wouldn't be disgusting to come and live with Mr. Jiang. After all, who is not a baby? If you insist on listening to people's quarrels all day long, the key point is that she doesn't know where 009 is.

If she knew where her man was, she would definitely run to him without saying a word.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener is interested.

Song Yu couldn't help looking up, only to find that the little girl's head was bald, only a silver hairpin was used to tie her hair, and there was no bracelet on her white jade-like wrist. He still remembered the little girl's head full of pearls and emeralds when they first met, Delicate and pretty.

But for a short time...

Song Yu softened her voice: "Don't worry, I asked my father. He said that the family has been busy these two days, and he will send someone to pick you up after a few days."

"My mother was confused that day. She didn't really blame you. I also know that you are not that kind of person."

"Yue'er, you are still the Miss of the Song family, and you will always be."

Whether she is kind or malicious, as the person involved, no one knows better than him. Moreover, he believes that he can't misjudge the person. The frankness in her eyes is more straightforward than anyone else in the world. He believes her.

Song Yu solemnly promised: "You will always be my sister."

Xihe leaned on the pillow and tilted his head to look at the man opposite. He was standing by the bed, his handsome face was serious. In just a few days, he accepted everything calmly, good and bad, including the responsibilities entrusted by this identity .

She smiled, eyebrows and eyes curved: "You will always be my brother."

Song Yu smiled, as if he was relieved, with a sense of ease.

A consensus was reached, and then the atmosphere became more harmonious. Song Yu even discussed with Xihe to give way to the old man.

Seeing that Xihe's complexion was not good, he hurriedly said: "Don't worry, your marriage will never be so hasty, and I will definitely find you a good husband in the future, who will satisfy you everywhere."

Xihe hummed: "It doesn't matter if you don't like your husband, but I have the final say on my marriage."

Song Yu naturally nodded repeatedly.

Because there was still something to do in the city, Song Yu had to leave on horseback after lunch. Mr. Jiang sighed again as soon as he left, but he came back that night.

Big and small bags, clothes, shoes, bedding, etc., are full of carriages.

Xihe poked her head around and saw that most of them were used by the original owner. She even packed Chuntao here, saying that she was serving her: "For the time being, I will wrong you for a few days, and we will return home after two days."

Xihe blinked, looked at Chuntao, and keenly noticed a trace of reluctance on the little maid's face.

She was kind and generous: "Okay, thank you, brother."

Chuntao's heart is blocked, what big brother, do you really think of yourself as Miss Qianjin?

It was freezing cold, and it was night again. Song Yu didn't go back but the old man squeezed into a bed to make do for the night. As for Xihe, hugging Chuntao, the heater, he slept very soundly.

But Chuntao couldn't sleep no matter what. Sometimes she felt that the room was smelly, and sometimes she disliked Xihe for sleeping like a dead pig.

Xihe rubbed her eyes, got up and found that Song Yu had already left.

She thought it was no wonder.

Xihe didn't care at all whether this maid was happy or not, anyway, she just had to work, regardless of her willingness, but the more she looked like a normal person, the more unhappy Chuntao was.

What broken house? Still let her serve? Fuck it!

The veil fell, and he twisted his waist and went back to the room.

The face of Mr. Jiang, who was eating, turned black immediately, and he dropped his chopsticks, glaring at Xihe: "Isn't it usually very fierce with me? Why are you cowarding now? Being ridden on the head by a maid! You have been on the head for more than ten years! Is this how your master behaves?"

Xihe buried her head in the rice: "There's no way, your granddaughter just doesn't have the skills."

Mr. Jiang pointed at her "you you you", his nostrils were so angry that he gasped and panted, then he stood up, walked to the door, and kicked the door open: "Come out!"

Chuntao was startled. Seeing that it was Mr. Jiang, she rolled her eyes and continued to lie on the bed.

Mr. Jiang was suddenly furious. He looked left and right, picked up the wooden stick under the wall, and knocked on the door: "Can't you hear my old man? I said, get out!"

He was ferocious, and his appearance of rushing up to beat people really frightened Chuntao.

Getting out of bed tremblingly: "You, what are you doing? Let me tell you, I'm from the Song family..."

Mr. Jiang slapped a stick: "I don't care if you belong to the Song family or the Wang family, go over and kneel down for me! I can't cure you of a little girl!"