After dressing as a male supporting role, he hugged the villain's thigh

"boom!"

It's not loud, but the pain it brings is definitely enough.Although Su Zhuo had already retracted his hand as fast as possible, but before he had time to go backwards, the door panel slapped his nose directly, without bleeding, but the tip of his nose was painful.

Su Zhuo knelt down reflexively, lowered his head and pressed the tip of his nose, and rubbed it vigorously twice.

In his heart, he scolded the mute slave behind the door twice, and Su Zhuo comforted himself in his heart.Fortunately, it's just this kind of simple revenge now, as long as it doesn't lead to future massacres, then it's easy to talk about anything.

But now his body is soaked, and he has been shut down again.There's no point in staying here any longer.

Su Zhuo took a deep breath, stood up, and went back to his bedroom in the direction he remembered.I found clean new clothes in the closet and changed into them, then took a basin of water and took the wet clothes to the yard to soak them.

In fact, as the son of a rich family, even if it is only born by the master and a wild woman, he still bears the master's surname. Su Zhuo shouldn't be allowed to do things like washing clothes and cooking.

This was indeed the case before, Su Zhuo's maid would help him with laundry.But after changing this dumb slave, let alone helping him wash, the dumb slave is like a young master who has never done this before, how could he help Su Zhuo?

This is also what angered Su Zhuo at the beginning.

It's just that the current Su Zhuo is different from before, he doesn't have the temperament of a young master, and he doesn't feel that this is not what he should do.After rubbing his clothes obediently for a while, Su Zhuo's eyes lit up, and he ran to the door of the dumb slave's room and knocked on the door.

Of course the other party would not open the door for him.

So Su Zhuo stood outside and shouted: "I'm doing the laundry, do you want to wash it together? I was wrong for splashing you with water just now. As an apology, I can help you wash it too."

There was still no response from the house.

Su Zhuo yelled twice in a row, making sure that the other party really regarded him as air, so he curled his lips and went back to rub his clothes.

After all, it was a month-long injury, and it was too difficult to change the other party's opinion overnight.Su Zhuo never thought it would be so soon, but he has plenty of time, and he is not afraid of spending more time with the dumb slave.

After the laundry was done, it was almost time for lunch.The master is not here today, so according to the routine operation in memory, the mistress will not allow him to go to the main house to have dinner with everyone.

Sure enough, just as Su Zhuo had finished drying his clothes, a little maid came to Su Zhuo's small yard with two trays.She didn't say anything the whole time, just like a programmed robot, she put the tray on the table, then turned and left.

After she got out of the yard, Su Zhuo ran to the table to look at the things on the plate.As expected, apart from enough steamed buns, there were only two vegetarian dishes left.Although the portion is quite large, it seems that someone has deliberately stirred it with chopsticks, so that the appearance of the dish is absolutely unflattering.

To put it more bluntly, it doesn't look like something that should be eaten by people at all.

Kind of disgusting.

But no matter how disgusting it was, Su Zhuo knew he had to eat it.Because the time when the master leaves home is not fixed, it may take half a month, if he does not eat every day, then the consequence is that he will starve himself to death without the help of the mistress.

So in the past, in order to vent his anger, Su Zhuo spoiled the leftover food after he finished eating, and then let it appear in front of the dumb slave in a more disgusting state.The latter has always lowered his head and ate quietly, without any rejection.

Because he also didn't want to die in such a humiliating way.

Su Zhuo didn't understand why the original main cannon fodder would multiply the same despair on others even though he had experienced this despair himself.

In the end, it ended up like that, and people can only sigh.

Su Zhuo sighed, and didn't touch the food directly, but walked to the door of the room where the dumb slave was confined, knocked on the door and shouted inside: "It's time to eat, do you want to eat?"

This time the door was quickly opened.

The dumb slave came out and went straight to the table in the yard where the plates were placed.Seeing the food inside, although it was not well presented, it was [-] times better than what I had eaten before, the dumb slave's eyes were obviously widened, and the pupils also shrank a little because of surprise.

Then he turned his head and looked at Su Zhuo with strange eyes.

Su Zhuo had already sat down on the seat opposite him, and took his own pair of chopsticks.Facing the dumb slave's gaze, he just smiled and said, "It's fine for you to eat with me in the future, there's only the two of us in the room, there's no need to eat separately."

As he spoke, he motioned to the dumb slave: "Let's eat together?"

However, the dumb slave put back the chopsticks he had just picked up.There was no surprise in the eyes looking at Su Zhuo, and he returned to the original vigilance.

Su Zhuo understood at a glance.

He felt that he had drugged his meals.

The only thing that can be done to get rid of his thinking is to prove it with facts.So Su Zhuo didn't say any more, bowed his head and ate quietly.The dumb slave stared at him for a while, seeing that Su Zhuo was fine after a dozen mouthfuls, he picked up his chopsticks again and ate with him in peace.

The two of them ate the meal quietly and carefully.After finishing eating, Su Zhuo went to sit down in a small pavilion beside him.The dumb slave was still sitting at the table with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking about.

The servant who had just brought the meal came back quickly, took away the empty plates, and helped them clean up the table.

After the people left, Su Zhuo ran back to the table and sat down.Looking at the dumb slave across the table, he said with a smile, "Can we reconcile now?"

The dumb slave still lowered his head, as if he didn't hear Su Zhuo's voice at all.

Su Zhuo asked twice more persistently, but the dumb slave stood up ungratefully.He went straight back to his house.

Su Zhuo stared at his back for a while, then frowned.If he remembered correctly, the dumb slave was still wearing the wet body at noon?

In the next second, this idea was dismissed by himself.After all, that body was too wet, and I didn't even have the brains to continue wearing it.So maybe it's just a hue that's not clearly visible in the moonlight.

Thinking of this, Su Zhuo also went back to sleep.

When the next day's breakfast was delivered, Su Zhuo went to call the dumb slave again like last night.

But this time, the dumb slave didn't come out like yesterday.

Su Zhuo called out several times, and after a delay in getting a response, he finally realized that something was wrong.He hurriedly opened the door and rushed in. He saw the dumb slave lying on the bed with blushing cheeks but frighteningly white lips.

He kept panting heavily, frowning.Cold sweat drenched her hair.Either way, it's life-threatening.