Amnesiac Bigshot Remembers Only Me

Chapter 1377 The Beaten Child

Before the Fu family was about to receive the second batch of funds, Fu Nanli asked Xiao Liangyan again: "Qiao Er wants to see your son. Her medical skills are indeed exquisite. My grandfather and my grandmother have cured them for many years. In addition, the young master of the Du family Du Boyan’s asthma has been cured by her hands, and now it is much better. You should trust her medical skills."

Where the **** is a 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 was on the thief ship, and he couldn't get off after thinking about it.

After riding a tiger, Xiao Liangyan could only agree to take them to see his son in Edinburgh.

Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao pretended to be here for the first time, and it was indeed the villa they had visited 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 was footsteps behind him, and he turned his head in fear.

His servant Aunt Zhen came up with a big slap in the face, Xiao Jun was beaten on the ground, shaking with fright: "I am good, I am good."

"Why didn't you eat dinner?"

Xiao Junhe's lips whispered: "I...I'm not hungry."

Aunt Zhen kicked him on his waist: "Are you not hungry? The meal I worked so hard to make, you said you are not hungry, you are a dead child, there is no end?"

Why did Xiao Jun want to cry, and Aunt Zhen gave him another big slap: "You know crying if you cry."

There was a knock on the door outside, and Uncle Zhen had a big waist, and Xiao Junhe was pulled up. "Today someone wants to see you. If you dare to talk nonsense, I can't kill you tomorrow."

Xiao Jun He Se shrank in the corner: "Aunt Zhen, don't tell me, I won't tell you, Aunt Zhen is good."

He was used to being beaten. Even if he was only five years old, he knew how to please this terrible woman. Only if he was pleased could he not be beaten.

Fu Nanli and Wen Qiao got out of the car, and a servant greeted them at the door, and walked them in, through a small garden, bypassing the swimming pool, and entering the villa gate. The decoration style is typical of British aristocratic style, and the feeling is rich and luxurious. Full of feeling.

The maid headed by her was over forty years old, slightly fat, and looked like five big and three thick.

Wen Qiao's first impression of her was not very good. He always felt that this woman had a hostile temperament in her brows and eyes. Would it be 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, very reliable."

Wen Qiao's jaw is probably based on her appearance. Perhaps this woman looks fierce, but is actually very gentle.

"How about Junhe?" Xiao Liangyan is better than Yao Qiwen, and will come to see this child several times a year.

Aunt Zhen quickly said eagerly: "I'll lead the young master out. I don't know who these two are?"

The husband never brought outsiders.

Xiao Liangyan said indifferently: "You can bring him out. You shouldn't ask, don't ask more."

Aunt Zhen hurriedly went upstairs, grabbed Xiao Junhe by the wrist, and said viciously: "Your dad is here and he is bringing guests. Do you know how to talk?"

Xiao Jun Hese flinched: "Aunt Zhen, I know."

Wen Qiao heard the footsteps and looked up, the tan wooden stairs, the boy wore a white shirt, black knee-length shorts, stockings to the calf, a standard British gentleman dressed up, looks pretty, just walking posture Both of them could be seen on their expressions. This boy was different from the other fifteen year old boys.

(End of this chapter)