She pushed open the bathroom door and went out along the corridor to the small living room on the second floor.

The maid who had just delivered her clothes was waiting there. She sat down and brought up a bowl of ginger soup“ I think the clothes of the young master and you are all wet. They should have been in the rain, so we prepared ginger soup. Young lady, you can see if it's good or not. If there's anything bad, I'll cook it again. "

Su Xingyu is a bit flattered. Since her mother died, her servants have never given her a good face.

In fact, what flavor can ginger soup have? It's just the difference between the intensity of the fire, but even for this slight difference, the maid in front of her tries to take good care of her. She bowed her head and tasted. A hot current spread from the tip of her tongue and flowed into her stomach. It was very comfortable. She raised her eyes and smile: "very good, hard."

The maid also laughed: "it's good that the young lady likes it. Let me know if you have anything to do

Su Xingyu nodded and asked her, "where's your young master?" Throat slightly astringent, that man always makes her nervous.

Maid because of her wording Leng Leng, "your family" young master? This young lady is really a stranger. However, she and the young lady are not familiar, and they are not talkative. She only replied, "the young master has gone out. He is very busy every day."

Su Xingyu just relaxed. It's so good that he's not here.

When she finished drinking the ginger soup, the housekeeper brought in the family doctor to treat her injury. Her calf is OK, looking at the blood is frightening, but did not hurt the bones and muscles, the family doctor gave her gauze to re bandage, even if it is done. But her temperature was a little high, which was caused by the storm and the inflammation and continuous stimulation. The doctor prescribed anti-inflammatory drugs for her, carefully told her to avoid eating, and said, "young lady, you need to have a good rest. Don't go anywhere these days. Please stay at home until the fever subsides."

Su Xingyu felt that he had no strength and knew that he could not act rashly, so he was obedient.

Seeing off the doctor, the maid opened the bed for her and asked her, "young lady, young master is used to sleeping on the right side of the bed. Can you sleep on the left side?"

As soon as she was excited, she remembered that she was married. It turned out that these two words were really more than the concept of a sentence or a certificate. They penetrated into all aspects of her life, reminding her that she was married and how normal it was to have a blind date with another man. Although, it was almost a strange man, and she was afraid of him.

"Young lady?" When the maid saw that she was silent, she asked again.

She said, "is there a guest room? I want to sleep in the guest room. "

The maid was stunned: "you... Aren't you and the young master married?"

Su Xingyu shook his head: "your young master... He... We got married for a reason," she didn't know how to explain to the maid, "we agreed, he won't... Won't..."

Her face was hot and she could not say those shy words, but the maid had understood her meaning“ Well, young lady, "said the maid, with a kind smile on her face, suppressing her curiosity," is the guest room next to the master's bedroom OK? Facing south, there is a big terrace. The sun and moonlight are beautiful this season. "

"Is there anyone far away from him?"

"Young master likes to be quiet. There are few guests at home all year round, so there are few guest rooms left. Besides this one, it's the one at the other end of the corridor, but that one is for the lady - the young master's mother, who comes to live occasionally. "

Su Xingyu sighed: "all right."

She was very worried when she lived in this villa. She could not rob her mother's territory any more.

She threw herself into the room where the maid had cleaned up. The mattress was soft, and there was soft moonlight outside the slightly open window.

Soon, she fell asleep.

He also dreamed that on that crazy night two years ago, the man in suit and shoes pressed her down and raised her chin rudely: "Su Xingyu, this is retribution. You can't escape if you marry me."

She woke up with a scream and found that her old nightmare had been mixed with a new one - the marriage. Curled up in bed, she huddled herself into a small ball, thinking, when is the end of such a day? Maybe, there will never be an end.

The man is right. She has to get used to it as soon as possible.

"A month..." she murmured.

After a month, she had to give up her body. She tried not to think about it, but she couldn't help thinking about it.

"Well, start with a tenant." She said to herself, "Su Xingyu, the road is your choice. You can sleep in such a spacious and luxurious room because you are married to him, and you can be taken care of by others. He's a devil, but... "She bit her lip so deeply that she almost bled her lower lip, but... What?

She couldn't find any words to comfort herself.

In the next few days, she did not meet Lu Shifeng. The maid said that he was very busy and it was common for him to be away from home for ten days and a half months. On the contrary, Su Xingyu was relieved that she didn't want to face the terrible and arbitrary man.

The injury is getting better day by day.

The maid came to ask her, "young lady, the little dress you wore back that day had several holes. I've cleaned it. Are you going to sew it up or just throw it away? " The servants in this villa are very decent. Even if the clothes are broken, as long as the owner doesn't say to throw them away, they dare not move. But in fact, this kind of request for instructions is just a passing show. For the rich people, if their clothes are worn out, they will definitely lose them.

Unexpectedly, Su Xingyu said, "let me have a look."

The maid took the dress, and it was washed clean. The skirt was badly damaged. The knee length skirt had been torn to the middle of the thigh. It's amazing to see. Su Xingyu frowned. This skirt was lent to her by her stepmother Liu Meizhi. She agreed to pay it back. How can she pay it back now?

"How far can it be sewn?" She asked.

The maid didn't expect that she really wanted to mend it, but she said dutifully: "the lower part of the skirt is useless. The best way is to let the tailor cut the hem short to make a short dress."

Short?

Liu Meizhi had to kill her.

Seeing her frown, the maid suggested, "why don't you buy a new one?"

That's a good idea, but she has no money. She can't use Lu Shifeng's money. Now she depends on him for food and shelter. If she takes more money, she will really feel like selling herself.

She sighed, "mend it."

No matter how much it can be mended, she tried her best. Liu Meizhi's daughter robbed her fiance. She just broke one of their skirts. It's nothing to see.