Doctor Fu's trap is too gentle

Meng Qingqing couldn't understand what they were going around.

A mess.

But he could feel that Fu Shubai was a little displeased. Although he looked calm and calm on his face, he held her hand and subconsciously tightened it when he was talking to the other party.

"Please, Miss Meng." The old butler ignored Fu Shubai, but made a gesture of invitation to Meng Qingqing.

Very polite, but not very respectful.

No matter how dull she was, Meng Qingqing could tell that the old housekeeper didn't seem to welcome her very much.

She raised her lips, "Why should I go with you?"

This question really confused the old housekeeper.

He immediately frowned, "Miss Meng, our master wants to see you, how can you..."

"So?" Meng Qingqing sneered, "If you want me to go, don't I lose face?"

The old butler: "..."

Fu Shubai actually smiled, showing a long-lost smile. He held Meng Qingqing's hand tightly, shielded her behind him, and looked directly at the old housekeeper, "Since Qingqing doesn't want to go, you can tell grandpa that we will go next time." Go see him again."

"Young master!" The old housekeeper's face darkened, "Don't you know the master's temper? How can you not go if you don't want to go?"

"Housekeeper!" Fu Shubai also changed his face, and said sternly, "You should also know my temper, right?"

With that said, he dragged Meng Qingqing into Meng's house.

Seeing this, the old housekeeper said to Meng Qingqing, "Miss Meng, our master is also the grandfather of the young master after all, do you want the young master to separate himself from his relatives because of you?"

Meng Qingqing paused.

The old housekeeper couldn't help being overjoyed to see her moved.

Fu Shubai frowned fiercely, "Qingqing, don't worry about him..."

"I know." Meng Qingqing seemed to know what he wanted to say, and stared at the old housekeeper with a smile, "What's the matter with birth? I remember your young master, who has lived in Meng's house since I got married. Does this count as adultery?"

"How could our young master..."

Before the old housekeeper finished speaking, Meng Qingqing stopped him coldly, "Housekeeper, you go back and tell your master that if he wants to see me, let him come here by himself, otherwise... there is no need to discuss it! "

Do you really think she is a soft persimmon easy to pinch and bully?

The old housekeeper couldn't believe it, "Master, Miss Meng's words..."

"Housekeeper." Fu Shubai said coldly, "What Qingqing said is what I mean."

The old housekeeper stared for a while, then gradually calmed down, and asked: "So, young master, are you planning to not even listen to the master's words for this woman? Have you forgotten that their Meng family..."

"Enough!" Fu Shubai interrupted him, "I have my own measure, it's not your turn to teach me how to do it here, and I don't need to use grandpa to pressure me!"

The old butler didn't dare to speak any more, and silently backed away.

Fu Shubai dragged Meng Qingqing into the villa, but the coldness in his eyes was overwhelming.

Mr. Meng was sitting on the sofa in the living room. Aunt Li and Guaiguai were not there. Meng Qingqing missed her son a little bit, and looked around, "Grandpa, where is my son?"

"Upstairs, I told Mrs. Li not to carry her down." After Mr. Meng finished speaking, he looked at Fu Shubai, "Subai, come with me to the study."

Meng Qingqing watched the two of them, the old and the young, enter the study, and froze in place.

She put her ear to it, trying to listen to the corner, but the door was closed.

Meng Qingqing: "..."