Chapter 2039 Who is bothering you in the middle of the night
There is no place for wheelchairs to get in and out, so the servant couldn't help but ask: "Miss Song, how did you get down?"
"You Are you asking me?" Song Yuan raised her head. Although she was sitting, her eyes were high and she said, "You are not worthy of talking to me."
"Oh." >The servant curled his lips and looked unhappy. Anyway, he was standing behind the wheelchair and Song Yuan couldn't see his expression.
The host family are all kind-hearted, and I thought that for a guest who came to live on his own, how could the host be so dignified when he was prepared to shout around and drink at the servants.
Since the guest didn't let him go, he just stood still, acting like he couldn't do anything about those steps anyway.
Song Yuan waited, her eyesight was too poor now, she became more and more impatient, and slapped her clenched hands on the armrest of the wheelchair.
Scolded: "What are you doing standing there, lifting it!"
The servant's eyes widened, "Miss Song, where are you lifting it?"
"Carry the wheelchair! Otherwise, you won't be able to carry it! No matter what your status, you are not qualified to touch me!"
The servant rolled his eyes and thought he was unlucky. He struggled to lift the wheelchair up the steps and pushed it to the entrance. Song Yuan gave it to him. I told him to get down normally, and he turned around and left, going back to his residence to complain to everyone.
Song Yuan walked in eagerly. Bo Yanqing and Nan Jiaojiao were no longer in the living room, leaving only two children.
Sissi knocked down part of the stacked blocks, and Bo Qingshan stayed with her to build them together. There were two bags of snacks open next to them, which had not been sorted yet. There were two bags open on the coffee table, and Sissi's mouth There were bulges and biscuit crumbs in the corners of the mouth.
So dirty!
Song Yuan turned the wheelchair, passed by but still keeping a distance, and did not get too close. She asked with a gentle smile: "Qingshan, where is your third uncle?" Bo Qingshan raised his head and glanced at her, then lowered his head, "My third uncle, of course. You are accompanying my third aunt back to the room. What, are you okay?"
Song Yuan dug at the armrests of her wheelchair, secretly inhaling, suppressing the surging emotions in her heart, "I have something to say. I need to talk to Third Brother. They haven’t slept yet. How about I go up to him?”
“What are you going to do?”
Bo Qingshan really feels that this woman has no sense of propriety. She disliked the two children and insisted on coming to talk to them. Moreover, it seemed that she couldn't understand people's words, so she just said a few words to go through the motions, turned around and went to the stairs.
Bo Qingshan stopped her: "My sister Jiaojiao is used to taking a bath when she comes home. My third uncle is taking care of her. They are so intimate. What are you doing up here at this time? Do you have anything to say that can't wait until tomorrow? Besides, The servants at home are all asleep, who will carry you up together with the wheelchair?"
Song Yuan bit her lip, "I, I can go up by myself"
"You are not injured. Can't you stand up? Why are you struggling in the middle of the night? I'm just a child. If you fall, can I move you?"
Song Yuan just wanted to make some noise. So that Bo Yanqing could hear her. If she really fell, it would be okay. There was no one else here, and the third brother would definitely pick her up.
But Bo Qingshan's words were too unpleasant. Even if she had such thoughts, she had no shame to take any further action after these few words.
Seeing that she had calmed down, Bo Qingshan stopped attacking her.
About half an hour later, Bo Yanqing came downstairs. He was wearing a two-piece short-sleeved pajamas made of silk. It clung to his body when he walked. The breeze blew in and lifted up his loose collar, making the clothes slightly fluttering. Lift it up and put it on snugly as he goes downstairs.
He had taken a shower, and a strand of hair was placed on his eyebrow bone. It was wet with water and curved naturally, and the edges and corners of his face were modified into clear lines.
(End of this chapter)