Morbid domestication

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How to do?

Is Zhang Bo going to make sure I'm there?

I stared at the screen, watching Uncle Zhang walking back, watching him only a few steps away from my bedroom door, watching him finally stand in front of my bedroom door, watching him raise his hand, In the end, I knocked three times in front of my bedroom door unhurriedly.

I'm almost out of breath.

In the blink of an eye, I instinctively said, "Sir, someone is knocking on the door, it seems to be Uncle Zhang."

On the screen, Uncle Zhang stood still in front of the door again, as if waiting for my response.

"Really? Maybe I have something to do with Xiaoyi, so go open the door and have a look." Feng Jue said in a low voice, and I could even hear the undeniable meaning in this sentence.

Feng Jue is doubting me.

My heart was about to jump out of my throat, but my brain calmed down strangely. I heard myself say calmly, "What can I do? After all, tell me what to do again, I don't want to see him..."

I even pretended to be angry and said to Feng Jue: "Sir, I don't like Uncle Zhang, can you change to a housekeeper?"

"Naughty, Uncle Zhang did nothing wrong." Feng Jue still insisted: "Hey, go and open the door."

I saw that Uncle Zhang seemed to be turning the handle on the door, and I couldn't help cursing inwardly. At the same time, I was very grateful that I had the habit of locking the door casually.

"I do not want."

After confirming that Uncle Zhang couldn't get in, I moved my eyes to several other monitoring screens, and quickly matched the places displayed on the screen with the various locations of the villa in my impression, trying to find some monitoring blind spots.

"And sir, I was just about to change, so I didn't have time to open the door for him."

There are some monitoring blind spots, and there are quite a few. I concentrated my mind and quickly remembered those places in my heart.

"Then wait for Xiaoyi to change her clothes before opening the door." Feng Jue's tone seemed coaxing: "Maybe Uncle Zhang is looking for you urgently."

I moved my gaze back to the display screen in the hallway.

Uncle Zhang is knocking on the door again. As usual, he usually leaves quietly when I don’t open the door, and then comes back to urge me after a while, but at this moment the other party has a posture of not leaving until I open the door .

"What's the rush?" I racked my brains to deal with Feng Jue, while hoping in my heart that Uncle Zhang would be more acquainted, and hurried away.

"I don't want to talk about Uncle Zhang, sir, have you finished your work? Are you tired?"

Feng Jue paused for a few seconds before answering: "I just finished my work, so I'm not tired."

And Zhang Bo on the screen seemed to have finally given up, turned around and left in front of my door.

"Mister, wait for me to get off, I'll change my clothes right away, and I'll go downstairs now."

I finally hung up Feng Jue's call, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I just want to go downstairs as soon as there is no one on the second floor—I don’t think Zhang Bo will give up so easily.

But before that, I have to do one thing. I walked around to the side of the monitor, followed the wires on the wall with my eyes, and finally found the plug that controls the main power supply of the monitor in a corner.

I walked over quickly, bent down and pulled out the plug a little without hesitation.

There was darkness in front of my eyes, and all the monitor screens went out. I was still worried. I moved my mobile phone to the socket to make sure that the plug was loosely hung on it, so I was relieved.

I know that what I did is full of loopholes, but if Feng Jue reacts and finds that the monitoring cannot be seen remotely, he will definitely ask Zhang Bo to check the situation, but I can't take care of it, I can only take care of the moment.

I covered the picture on the wall again with the crimson cloth, and tried my best to restore the room to the way it was when no one came in.

After doing this, I walked out of the room quickly, almost running down to the second floor, and rushed out of the door.

There was still no one in the corridor on the second floor, so I closed the door with my backhand, and I silently walked quickly towards my bedroom.

I didn't dare to make too much noise. The way back to the bedroom was short and long. I kept my eyes on the stairs on the second floor, for fear that Uncle Zhang would appear suddenly.

Finally, I returned to the door of the bedroom without any danger. I opened the door with the key, pressed the handle, and just about to go in, I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Mr. Xu."

The breath was choked in my throat, and I almost jumped up!

I tried my best to let myself turn around naturally, and sure enough, I saw Uncle Zhang who appeared on the stairs on the second floor and was walking towards me slowly at the moment.

"What's wrong?" I pretended to be unhappy and asked back.

"Where did you go just now?" Uncle Zhang stood still in front of me and asked politely.

I frowned, pretending to be puzzled and said, "Where are you going? I've been in the bedroom."

Uncle Zhang didn't speak immediately, his old face that has never changed for thousands of years, with a pair of shining eyes, seemed to be looking at me calmly at the moment.

"But you look as if you just got back from somewhere else."

I was a little annoyed, and replied bluntly: "Uncle Zhang, what are you talking about? You mean I'm lying to you?"

"Mr. Xu, where did you go just now?" Zhang Bo asked.

"I said I was in the bedroom!" I was a little impatient: "I just wanted to come out when I heard someone knocking on the door. Do you understand?"

"And, what right do you have to question me!"

In the end, I raised my voice a lot. I think there must be anger on my face at this moment. If I just hated Uncle Zhang before, now after learning the truth of some things, I can't wait to throw my fist at him immediately. This old fake face.

But I can't, I can only look at Uncle Zhang coldly, trying to make him go away consciously.

The surrounding air has become much quieter.

Perhaps it was because my attitude was too tough. After Zhang Bo looked at me for a few seconds, he restrained himself and bent over me.

"Mr. Xu, I hope you are telling the truth."

Before I could reply, Zhang Bo turned and left.

I didn't push the door open until I couldn't see Uncle Zhang's back.

I didn't turn on the light, I just leaned my back behind the bedroom door in the dark, panting silently to relieve my just-exploded emotions.

I knew that I shouldn't have gotten angry with Uncle Zhang just now, it was very unwise. Excessive emotions would make the other party doubt me even more, but I couldn't restrain myself.

I didn't give myself too much buffer time, because I haven't finished dealing with Feng Jue.

I stood up straight, and touched the notebook hidden under my clothes. Fortunately, I was wearing a loose sweater today, otherwise Uncle Zhang would have seen the flaw just now.

I walked to the bed, looked around, and then pressed the notebook under the mattress, then I quickly turned around and went to the cloakroom, took out a white shirt from inside, and changed it as quickly as possible building.

When we got to the first floor, Uncle Zhang was there, besides Uncle Zhang, there were several male servants. They seemed to be thinking about what Uncle Zhang was reporting. When they saw me going downstairs, they immediately stopped talking.

I glanced at them indifferently, and went straight to the piano room.