Chapter 23

"Yang Meiru is back." Shan Yuan's voice is colder than usual on the phone.

Ou Ming was stunned, and suddenly he was sleepless. He didn't even have time to hang up the phone, so he got up, got out of bed, and walked toward the door as fast as he could.

At this time, Su Xiaomi is trying to break through the limit set by ou mingjue. Standing on the carpet close to the door, she tries to twist the handle of the door. She is so desperate that she bumps into ou mingjue and passes by.

Why is she so unlucky?

Still chagrined about how to do, who knows that Ou mingjue didn't care about her at all. It seems that her thoughts are drifting away, and she didn't see her at all. She passed by quickly.

It doesn't look like an ouming decision at all.

Used to his usual stare, now suddenly ignore her, Su Xiaomi a little uncomfortable, she struggled to approach the door again.

By the time we finally reached the door, the corridor was empty.

Lie back!

Su Xiaomi is still not reconciled, but the iron chain makes her wrists and ankles hurt badly. She can only let go of her hand clasping the doorframe and return to the room.

She wants to get out of here.

Thinking of Ou mingjue's words, Su Xiaomi knows that if she wants to get rid of it, she has to admit defeat. No matter whether she thinks so or not, she has to admit defeat.

Su Xiaomi goes to the bed and turns on the night light.

Normally, Shan Yuan would rush up to unlock her, but today there was no movement. She was so anxious that she could only sit by the bed and wait.

She didn't know that there was a bloodbath downstairs.

"Click -" as the door was pushed open, there was a gaunt woman with plump cheeks like a young girl standing at the door. She seldom wore formal clothes and looked like a successful woman.

Seeing ou mingjue standing in the middle of the hall and staring at her, the woman immediately closed her mouth and chuckled, her voice was charming. "It's really a big battle. I'm glad you've come to meet me."

After that, she pulled the suitcase into the hall, as if she were the hostess.

"How do you know I live in the western suburbs?" Ou mingjue's voice was very cold, almost reaching the freezing point, and his deep chestnut pupils seemed to be on the verge of anger.

Seeing that Ou mingjue was willing to talk to her, the woman, not to mention how happy she was, winked at him and said with a smile, "didn't a new maid come to the house? That's what she told me."

New maid?

"Su Xiaomi!" Secretly clenching his teeth, Ou Ming turns his head and takes a glance at Shan Yuan. He immediately takes out his mobile phone and turns on the surveillance video.

In the warm bedroom, Su Xiaomi sits on the big bed, and the night light beside the bed is turned on by her.

As if in anger, she reached out to turn off the night light again, and the next second, she opened it again.

A doubt flashed between his eyebrows and eyes. Shan Yuan put his mobile phone in front of Ou mingjue's eyes and asked him, "do you want to help her unlock it now?"

Ou Ming is still angry. He shakes his head and stares at Su Xiaomi. His eyes are full of anger. "No, let her reflect again."

The decisions he makes are generally difficult to change.

Shan Yuan takes back his mobile phone, and Ou Ming decides to look up and turn his attention to the enchanting woman in front of him. The other side still smiles and squints to hide the sinister flickering in his eyes.

Bitch - that's all he has in mind.

"What are you doing back here?" As the conversation turns, ou mingjue goes to the sofa and sits down. Shan Yuan goes to the kitchen to make him a cup of coffee.

When the woman saw this, she came over and sat down beside him. Naturally, she put her hand on his knee and called out, "mingjue..."

Because she was too thin, her hands looked wrinkled, not so much like a middle-aged woman as an old man.

Compared with her plump cheeks, it's a far cry.

"I came back specially this time to accompany you to your father's grave." The woman explained, suddenly her face changed, her ruddy face turned pale, and she wanted to cry, "son, I miss you so much these years."

She called him son because she was Yang Meiru.

Terrible woman.

He patted her hand away, and Ou mingjue brushed his knee. He looked disgusted, as if he had just touched something dirty. No, just because she was by his side, it made him nauseous.

Bearing the bitterness in his throat, Ou Ming decided to close his eyes and speak like a warning, "you don't need to be hypocritical. I remember I said that if you want to get the full amount of living expenses, you will disappear far away from me."

Don't forget that she asked to leave.

However, Yang Mei Ru completely forgot everything she was sitting on. She pretended to be pathetic. With tears in her eyes, she could hardly see him clearly. "Can't I come back to your father's grave? He's my husband, anyway... "

"Predecessor." Ouming decided to coldly add, he turned to look away, even a glance is good, he did not want to see his mother.

Even the closest person would be angry when she was knocked down like this. But Yang Meiru still welcomed her with a smile. Her tears were like a tap, which could be controlled. When she laughed, her tears went back.

Pretending to be coquettish, she patted him on the shoulder, but she said, "what do you say? He will always be my favorite person, and you are also my closest person besides him."

It's better if she doesn't say it. If she says so, ouming will hate her even more.

Unable to sit still, Ou Ming simply stood up and left Yang Meiru in the air without saying a word.

He walked in a hurry, like something urgent.

And just at this time, Shan Yuan also brought up the coffee. Seeing that Ou Ming was never there, he said to Yang Meiru, "where's the young master, please?"

Yang Meiru is still in a daze. When she hears someone calling her, she immediately reacts and turns away her serious look. Instead, she looks gentle and smiles more and more delicately. "He's upstairs. I don't know what's the matter."

After that, she saw Shan Yuan holding a cup of coffee in his hand in a twinkling of an eye. She immediately laughed. She took the initiative to take the cup of coffee, and at the same time did not hide her praise for him. "Shan Yuan is more sensible. Thank you for the coffee you prepared for me."

"No, it's for the young master." Shan Yuan is not polite to her, but he didn't get back the cup of coffee. He is more concerned about ou mingjue's condition than this.

What Yang Meiru said to him, Shan Yuan ignored, he turned and went upstairs, no matter Yang Meiru kept calling him behind.

What's the matter? Housekeepers are so arrogant now?

Muttering, Yang Meiru stopped smiling. She felt bored. She stood up and dusted her legs. Then she looked down at her hands, which had just touched ou mingjue.

The thought of that made her sick.

"Where's the bathroom?" Speaking to herself, Yang Meiru is spinning slowly in the room. Everything here becomes strange. She is like a stranger from the future.

On the first floor, except for the living room, kitchen and dining room, all the other rooms are closed to the public, but Yang Meiru also approaches upstairs.

As she stepped up the steps, her high-heeled shoes made a dull sound on the carpet, and she approached the corridor on the right side of the second floor step by step until the sound of high-heeled shoes on the floor became crisp. She paused and her voice stopped suddenly.

In addition to remembering that the bedroom at the end of the corridor was ouming's, she had no impression of the rest of the rooms. She was also a little surprised, did not expect that in a few years, so much has changed.

She began to move again. The patterns full of classical colors whirled and blossomed under her feet, and her one step, two steps... Got closer and closer

"NND, I don't believe it. I can't escape without you!" Startled by the sudden rush in, Yang Meiru immediately stops and looks to the left room ahead.

That room is the only one at present. The door is open.

She did not make a sound, staring at the door, only to see the sound of the next second, a shackled hand stretched out, but also mixed with a loud exhalation, it seems that this action is extremely difficult.

If you think about it, isn't that the voice of the maid who answers the phone?

"Surely it's ok?" Yang Meiru lowered her eyebrows. Her dry eyes were full of sinister. She waited for the play with great interest.

Maybe it's the sound of the outside, and the struggle inside the room is even worse. From time to time, there is the sound of the chains colliding together.

Finally, the other side will head out of the door, looking at Yang Meiru.

To Yang Meiru's surprise, she was a pretty young girl.

"What's your name?" Yang Meiru said, her eyes shining with excitement, but Su Xiaomi now has no time to pay attention to what she thinks, she only knows that she can't hold on.

Su Xiaomi couldn't hold on, so she took back her hand and called her, "don't care what my name is, come to the room first."

The maid doesn't know who she is?

When Yang Meiru picks her eyebrows, she still moves, turns, and crosses the boundary between the corridor and the room. In the spacious bedroom, Su Xiaomi sits on the sofa stool at the end of the bed, grabbing her eyebrows to check the wound on her wrist.

Her hands and feet were handcuffed, and she looked very embarrassed.

Aware of Yang Meiru's eyes, Su Xiaomi raised her head, glanced at her, pouted and asked, "what's your name, please? My name is Su Xiaomi. I'm from here... "

"Maid?" Yang Meiru answered for her, but she didn't believe that if she could live in such a luxurious place, she would just be an ordinary maid.

Su Xiaomi hesitated and finally nodded.

But soon she realized the identity of the woman in front of her. After all, she would treat her as a maid. There was only one person, "are you Mrs. Yang Meiru?"

Mom, she didn't believe that the female monster in front of her was ou mingjue's mother.

"That's right." Yang Meiru chuckles. Her eyes are more bewitching than that of a young girl. She moves forward with her slender legs, but she doesn't want that the light behind her is blocked by a tall figure before her high-heeled shoes fall to the ground. Then her voice rings, "stop."

Yang Meiru stopped, turned her head and looked at the door. She saw ou mingjue standing at the door, raising her chin and staring at her like a king who despises all the ministers under the skirt.