The sound of hurried footsteps outside the house interrupted Feng Baoer's thoughts. As soon as he raised his eyelids, he saw Qingya running in with a trace of panic on his face: "Miss, it's not good, it was Grandma Hua who brought someone here."

Already."

What should I do? She just ran back, but she was so anxious that she forgot how powerful Nanny Hua is.

Now that she has brought someone here, she may not know how to torture her and the young lady.

"It's just a cat and a dog." Feng Baoer carefully took back the hairpin, being careful not to damage the good thing, and then uttered lazily.

"Miss, you hide quickly. Aunt Hua can't see you, so she just beats and scolds the slave."

Hong Dou pushed Feng Bao'er, her heart beating wildly. She just let her push her however she wanted, but Feng Bao'er remained motionless and her voice suddenly rose: "Qingya."

Qingya couldn't help but tremble, her hands tightly pulled Feng Baoer's clothes, almost twisting her into a knot.

"Miss~" Hong Qingya was shocked, and her whole heart was beating hard.

Feng Baoer's eyes tightened. Aunt Hua came just in time.

He strode out, leaving Qingya with a chic back.

"You bitch, you're tired of living, aren't you? How dare you slack off in front of my eyes? I'll beat you to death if you don't."

Grandma Hua was rushing in with people when she saw a slender body slowly appearing in front of the door.

Under the sun, a woman dressed in coarse linen clothes has a bright smile on her palm-sized face, but her cold eyes are filled with a thick air of cold air. Just one glance can freeze someone!

"Mother Flower"

Feng Baoer's smile was like a cunning little fox, with a hint of calculation.

Grandma Hua is about forty years old. She has bright eyes, a fair face, and a gloomy gaze. You can tell at a glance that she is a shrewd person who is not easy to get along with.

Behind her were several rich and powerful servants.

Moreover, Aunt Hua is a third-level warrior, and her tone of voice is very profound. Based on this, even the aunts in the house are given some face.

She glanced at Feng Bao'er, her eyes filled with disdain accumulated over the years.

After just one glance, his eyes quickly moved away without noticing his master's attitude.

"Qingya, you bastard dares to be lazy, you're really itching, aren't you?"

Aunt Hua's attitude was as expected by Feng Baoer, and it was also the beginning of what she was about to take advantage of.

Qing Ya, who was standing behind Feng Bao'er, couldn't help but shrink his neck when he saw Grandma Hua acting so domineering.

"Mother Hua, tell me why the weather is so good today."

Feng Baoer stepped down the steps and walked towards Aunt Hua's cold and sharp light, with an 'innocent' smile on her beautiful little face.

What he said puzzled everyone.

"Fourth Miss, this old slave is acting in accordance with family rules. I would like to ask Fourth Miss to play with you."

Aunt Hua held her head high, her lowered eyelids covered up the disdain flashing in her eyes, and she didn't take Feng Baoer's words to heart at all.

It was no surprise that Feng Baoer, who used to tremble when he saw her, spoke so clearly today and dared to look at her.

Because, in the consciousness of Grandma Hua, the concept that Feng Baoer is trash is deeply rooted in her heart.

It's just occupying the shell of a young lady.

"Miss, stop making trouble."

Qingya has always been oppressed by Aunt Hua's lustful coercion. Now she saw that the young lady was fighting Aunt Hua for her sake, regardless of her own safety, and she was very moved.

But she also knew that if this continued, the young lady would only get hurt. The sound of rapid footsteps outside the house interrupted Feng Baoer's thoughts. As soon as he raised his eyelids, he saw Qingya running in in a hurry, with a trace of panic on his face:

"Miss, it's not good, it was Grandma Hua who brought someone here."

What should I do? She just ran back, but she was so anxious that she forgot how powerful Nanny Hua is.

Now that she has brought someone here, she may not know how to torture her and the young lady.

"It's just a cat and a dog." Feng Baoer carefully took back the hairpin, being careful not to damage the good thing, and then uttered lazily.

"Miss, you hide quickly. Aunt Hua can't see you, so she just beats and scolds the slave."

Hong Dou pushed Feng Bao'er, her heart beating wildly. She just let her push her however she wanted, but Feng Bao'er remained motionless and her voice suddenly rose: "Qingya."

Qingya couldn't help but tremble, her hands tightly pulled Feng Baoer's clothes, almost twisting her into a knot.

"Miss~" Hong Qingya was shocked, and her whole heart was beating hard.

Feng Baoer's eyes tightened. Aunt Hua came just in time.

He strode out, leaving Qingya with a chic back.

"You bitch, you're tired of living, aren't you? How dare you slack off in front of my eyes? I'll beat you to death if you don't."

Grandma Hua was rushing in with people when she saw a slender body slowly appearing in front of the door.

Under the sun, a woman dressed in coarse linen clothes has a bright smile on her palm-sized face, but her cold eyes are filled with a thick air of cold air. Just one glance can freeze someone!

"Mother Flower"

Feng Baoer's smile was like a cunning little fox, with a hint of calculation.

Grandma Hua is about forty years old. She has bright eyes, a fair face, and a gloomy gaze. You can tell at a glance that she is a shrewd person who is not easy to get along with.

Behind her were several rich and powerful servants.

Moreover, Aunt Hua is a third-level warrior, and her tone of voice is very profound. Based on this, even the aunts in the house are given some face.

She glanced at Feng Bao'er, her eyes filled with disdain accumulated over the years.

After just one glance, his eyes quickly moved away without noticing his master's attitude.

"Qingya, you bastard dares to be lazy, you're really itching, aren't you?"

Aunt Hua's attitude was as expected by Feng Baoer, and it was also the beginning of what she was about to take advantage of.

Qing Ya, who was standing behind Feng Bao'er, couldn't help but shrink his neck when he saw Grandma Hua acting so domineering.

"Mother Hua, tell me why the weather is so good today."

Feng Baoer stepped down the steps and walked towards Aunt Hua's cold and sharp light, with an 'innocent' smile on her beautiful little face.

What he said puzzled everyone.

"Fourth Miss, this old slave is acting in accordance with family rules. I would like to ask Fourth Miss to play with you."

Aunt Hua held her head high, her lowered eyelids covered up the disdain flashing in her eyes, and she didn't take Feng Baoer's words to heart at all.

It was no surprise that Feng Baoer, who used to tremble when he saw her, spoke so clearly today and dared to look at her.

Because, in the consciousness of Grandma Hua, the concept that Feng Baoer is trash is deeply rooted in her heart.

It's just occupying the shell of a young lady.

"Miss, stop making trouble."

Qingya has always been oppressed by Aunt Hua's lustful coercion. Now she saw that the young lady was fighting Aunt Hua for her sake, regardless of her own safety, and she was very moved.
Chapter completed!