Chapter 727 Mu Family

   "Should, should, should!"

  Xiao Jiu grinned, anyway, he didn't dare to refute, and he couldn't refute. He would do what his wife told him to do. When the master came back, for the sake of being so obedient, he might be rewarded!

  Yang Lan'er coughed a few times in shock, stared at his approaching face, and slandered in her heart: the food in the mansion is good, why is this kid not gaining weight?

  She moved her hips and leaned back as much as possible, "Xiao Jiu, don't let your cold image be shattered."

  The skin on his face is bare, and his face is wrinkled when he smiles, which hurts his eyes a bit.

Xiaojiu's face froze, he was neither laughing nor crying, but he was just dazed for a moment, he put his feet together and straightened his back, looking at Yang Lan'er seriously: "Madam is right, the days of ease I can't lose the heroic appearance of a soldier for a long time, may I ask Madam, does that man's third leg still need to be discounted?"

   "Get out! Brat really deserves a beating!" Yang Lan'er yelled, but her face was full of smiles.

  Xiao Jiu has always been an obedient and good subordinate. When his wife asked him to go, he didn't hesitate at all, just when he turned around

"etc,"

  Xiao Jiu turned around.

   "Keep an eye on the Mu family these few days!"

  The Mu family, who was asked to keep an eye on them, is in a turmoil right now.

  Master Mu's broken leg was sent back, and the whole family was in a panic. They hurriedly invited a doctor to reconnect the broken leg amidst Young Master Mu's wailing and howling.

  Listening to the cries of pain in the room, Mrs. Mu scratched her heart and lungs in distress, and the handkerchief in her hand was almost smashed to pieces by her rubbing.

  The doctor prescribed a prescription and instructed some precautions for nursing, and the housekeeper sent it out.

   Mrs. Mu's frowning face just sent the doctor out of the yard, when she saw Master Mu coming back with a few servants.

The moment I saw my husband, my previously flustered heart seemed to find some support, but the helplessness and grievances that were suppressed in my heart poured out like a fountain, and I couldn't suppress it anymore, and I didn't care about the image of the wife , squatting on the ground and crying loudly.

  It is true that the listener weeps and the hearer is sad.

  Master Mu hurriedly approached, before he could ask Mrs. Mu what was going on, the crying of Young Master Mu could be heard intermittently from the room.

  He was not doing well when he was out on business, but his angry face was still dark when he got home, which made it obvious that he was in a terrible mood.

   "Why are you crying? What's going on?" He stomped anxiously!

   What he was asking was Mrs. Mu, but his eyes had passed her, and he was looking at Young Master Mu's room through the courtyard door.

  Mrs. Mu was still sobbing and crying, and she didn't care about answering the master's questions. At this moment, her eyes were full of grievances and distress. Why did the good son go out and take a carriage, so he was shocked and broke his leg?

  Master Mu's patience was limited. After a while, he couldn't wait for Mrs. Mu's explanation, so he brushed her away impatiently, and stepped into the yard without hesitation.

  The servants behind him all followed in with a snort.

  Mrs. Mu stood there crying like a dead father, completely forgetting herself.

  The nanny beside her reminded her, tugged at her sleeve, and when she raised her head, she pointed to the courtyard again, "Master has already entered the room of Eldest Young Master."

   "Oh." Mrs. Mu wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and said in a strong nasal voice, "Let's go in and have a look too."

   Having said that, when I thought of the son in the room, I suddenly felt a pain in my heart, and I felt sad again: "My poor son!"

  (end of this chapter)