Ghost doctor Mommy is good V5

When he saw Feng Yiran, the old man looked him up and down from head to toe with probing eyes, and he was alert in his hale and hearty way.

He asked suspiciously: "You said...you are the husband of our young lady?"

After so many years, he always thought that the Mo family had become extinct.

To the old steward, Mo Zhenhua and his son are not the real Mo family, and based on what they did back then, they don't deserve the surname Mo!
A few days ago, someone suddenly came to the door, claiming to be Miss Ziqing's friend, and had been looking for the old housekeeper for a long time.

This made the old housekeeper unbelievable.

He thought that the person who had been dead for many years was still alive miraculously, and even sent someone to find him. Could he not be excited? ?
With trepidation and regardless of his family's objections, the old butler resolutely boarded the flight arranged by Zhong Yu.

During the flight time of more than ten hours, he didn't feel sleepy, and his mind was full of the scenes when he worked in Mo's house, and the appearance of Mr. Mo and his wife.

Although they have been gone for so many years, their voices and smiles are still so clearly in the old housekeeper's mind, as if it was yesterday.

The old housekeeper also shed tears because of Miss Ziqing's murder. It was a four-month-old baby!
Still such a beautiful and cute little girl, those people can do it, they should be sent to hell! ! !
Fortunately, God still favored Ms. Ziqing, so that she was lucky enough to survive and grow up smoothly and healthily. Now she is married and has two children.

Oh no, soon to be four kids.

Hearing such news, the old butler was so happy that he couldn't sleep for several days. He had already made up his mind at that moment, no matter what, he would come and see Xiao Ziqing.

I hope everything is true, no one made a mistake, nor is it a prank, Miss Ziqing is alive and well!

It is impossible for Feng Yiran to put on an iceberg face towards such an old man. He was able to come to the airport to greet the old housekeeper in person, which shows how much he attaches importance to this guest.

Carefully helping the old housekeeper to sit in the car, Young Master Feng solemnly handed over his business card: "Hi, I am Ziqing's husband, Feng Yiran. Although she is also called Ziqing now, she is His surname is Xiao, not Mo."

The old housekeeper took the business card with a platinum border with both hands, only feeling that this thin piece contained infinite weight.

This young man's speech and behavior are very cultivated, and he looks very handsome. Just judging by his temperament, he is definitely not a thing in the pool.

Glancing at the business card calmly, the old butler was shocked by the big words "Xisheng International".

Is this the big group you see and hear on the news all day long? ?It can't be the same name, but the one in front of you is a copycat, right? ?
Not right either!
Just the Rolls-Royce Phantom they are sitting on now is not something ordinary people can afford. Even if it is a copycat version to save face, it is not enough to rent such a car!

How expensive that is!
The old butler put away the business card and sighed unconsciously: "Oh, I know that Miss Ziqing was adopted by a good family, and I was so excited that I ran to the church to thank the Lord and the Holy Mother."

This is simply a miracle!
Back then, Mo Zhenhua was determined to get rid of Mr. Mo's family, and even did some illegal things. How could he be soft on Xiao Ziqing?
Otherwise, they wouldn't have gone to great lengths to get Xiao Ziqing brought to China before doing it.

To be able to escape from an inhuman bastard, Xiao Ziqing was not so lucky.It is her life that should not die, and it is God's arrangement, the old housekeeper firmly believes in this.

"Thank you for caring about my wife so much. Please stay at our house during this period of time. We will definitely give you the best care. I also hope that you can tell us more about the Mo family, whether it is I'm still my wife, and we don't want her biological parents to die unexplained."

The old butler looked at the young man sitting beside him in disbelief. He was shocked that there were other people who knew that the car accident of Mr. Mo and his wife was not an accident! ! !
After the accident that year, the old housekeeper also felt that something was wrong, and always felt that things were too strange.

But Mo's family has long been gone, and Mo Zhenhua is an asshole with ulterior motives, so he can't tell him this doubt.

Besides, the old housekeeper had already decided in his heart that the traffic accident was not an accident, but a result of planning.

The mastermind behind it might be Mo Zhenhua.

Not daring to say anything, and not daring to call the police, the old butler accepted Mo Zhenhua's arrangement, received a severance pay, and returned to his hometown.

Like the other servants, he never mentioned the misfortune of Mr. Mo's family, let alone told anyone about his guess.

It's just that on a certain day every year, on the anniversary of the death of Mr. and Mrs. Mo, the old butler would make a special trip from his hometown to present a bouquet of flowers in front of their grave, and stand silently for a long time.

More than 20 years have passed, and he has kept this habit, rain or shine.

If on the way back from the airport just now, the old housekeeper still doubted what Feng Yiran said, then after getting off the car, he believed it.

It's not that he's snobbish, but that he believes in how he sees people.

Only when the ability is comparable to Mo Zhenhua's, or even better than Mo Zhenhua's, can he win the old fox.

This extremely luxurious villa is much more grand than other villas in the community, and the area it occupies is almost several times that of other houses.

The existence of domineering often shows the economic strength of the owner.

My uncle can compete with Mo Zhenhua, which is naturally the situation that the old butler most wants to see.

After entering the door, Feng Yiran asked Mama Wu to arrange a guest room for the old housekeeper, and also had someone prepare snacks and afternoon tea—
Young Master Feng knew that most foreigners had such a habit of working and resting, so he respected this old man as much as possible.

"Uncle..." The old housekeeper stood restrained in the living room, and stopped Feng Yiran who was about to go upstairs: "When can I see Miss Ziqing?"

This is the main purpose of his trip.

In fact, he doesn't care about whether he can settle the score with Mo Zhenhua. It's been so long since the incident happened, and the lady was still young when the accident happened. Why let hatred take over the lady's life?

Now that everyone doesn't know each other, it's not bad if the well water doesn't violate the river water.

Feng Yiran stopped, turned around and looked at the old housekeeper: "It's hard to say, it depends on when it is convenient for her. You can take a rest here, or go to the guest room to sleep for jet lag, and I will ask someone to invite you when you can meet you."

Such an uncertain and official answer made the old housekeeper a little discouraged.

Does my uncle not want him to see Miss?Or is the young lady not the slightest bit curious about the family she was born in?
Wu Ma came over with tea, and seeing the disappointed expression on the old housekeeper's face, she knew that he had misunderstood Feng Yiran's meaning.

She poured a cup of tea and put it in front of the old housekeeper: "Don't think too much, we don't have any other intentions. It's just that Madam is pregnant and has been lethargic recently. If she is woken up, she will be unhappy. Wait for Madam to wake up , Young Master will let you meet, don’t worry.”

After serving Feng's family for so many years, Wu Ma almost watched Feng Yiran grow up, and knows his temperament very well.

It's just that Young Master Feng has always been reticent, and he doesn't like to explain to anyone, and he doesn't like to defend himself, even if he is misunderstood.

When the old housekeeper heard what Wu Ma said, he sat down to enjoy the afternoon tea with peace of mind.

In the master bedroom upstairs, just as Mama Wu expected, Mrs. Feng really slept soundly with a pillow in her arms.

Feng Yiran pushed open the door, and what he saw was such a picture of Begonia sleeping in spring, he couldn't help feeling a little jealous of that soft pillow—
Although it was his own sleep.

He wished his wife would sleep with him instead of a lifeless thing.

Helping Xiao Ziqing cover the quilt, Young Master Feng lay on the sidelines reading a magazine, keeping an eye on the people around her to see if she was sleeping well.

Mrs. Feng's work and rest schedule did not change because of her pregnancy. No matter what kind of sleep she slept in every day, she would sleep until she woke up naturally.

After learning about her habits, Mama Wu also told the servants in the family not to disturb Madam's sleep casually, and she can sleep when she likes!

So when Feng Yiran waited for his wife to wake up, it was already more than an hour later.

"Husband? You're back?" Xiao Ziqing bumped into a wall of flesh when turning over, and opened her eyes in a daze.

Feng Yiran turned his head and kissed her: "Little lazy pig, are you willing to get up? If you continue to sleep, you won't be able to sleep again tonight."

Wasn't that the case two days ago?She slept too much during the day, and at two o'clock in the morning, she was still nestling on the sofa watching TV dramas with bright eyes, without feeling sleepy.

Just because he usually spoils her doesn't mean that Young Master Feng will let her bad habits go unconditionally. Staying up late is not a good habit.

Xiao Ziqing yawned, a rare obedience: "Okay, then I won't sleep."

After waiting for her to get up and get dressed, Feng Yiran carried her to the bathroom to wash up, and then he planned to talk to her about business.

Otherwise, based on the state of his wife's brain when she just woke up, it is estimated that she is not much better than a pot of paste, and she will not listen to what she said [-]%.

"Who do you want to take me to see?" Xiao Ziqing was still yawning. She felt that she was a sleepy god and couldn't get enough sleep.

Feng Yiran poured a glass of warm water for her to drink: "I said I would take you down to see Max."

Marx is the name of the old housekeeper. He is an out-and-out foreigner, but because he has worked in the Mo family for many years, he has learned Chinese and speaks it fluently.

But this name misunderstood Mrs. Feng.

She immediately pinched Young Master Feng angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about?? You just went to see Max! I don't want to die yet! I'm just kidding and I won't change it to something new."

The man held his forehead with a headache, who said that the brains of pregnant women are not easy to use?His wife's thinking is jumping too fast, isn't it?
The span is not generally large.

"The Marx I'm talking about is the former housekeeper of the Mo family in France. Do you understand?"

Xiao Ziqing was stunned. After digesting this sentence, she slapped Feng Yiran angrily: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier? Where is he?? Take me to see him!"

Really, wouldn't it be over sooner?It took her so long to delay.

Accompanied by Feng Yiran, Xiao Ziqing went downstairs at almost the fastest speed. When she saw the gray-haired old man in the living room, she felt a sense of familiarity.

The old butler also stood up, looking at the people approaching from far and near, his eyes gradually became moist.

With that demeanor and facial features, there are clearly shadows of Mr. and Mrs. Mo, unmistakable!You can't go wrong!

He strode forward excitedly, held Xiao Ziqing's hand tightly, and burst into tears: "Miss, you are still alive! How wonderful!"