The little fairy who is about to wear a baby is pregnant again

Wang Ma counted the fruit plates and said happily, "Oh, that's great. It seems that the young lady likes it very much. She ate four!"

Butler Zhao stared at him unkindly, "Why did you stay in the young lady's room for so long? What did you do?"

Huo Zhao looked calm, he stepped past him, picked up the special cup and started to get hot water, and said in an unpredictable tone: "Of course I will follow the lady's instructions and feed her fruit."

Butler Zhao was not satisfied with this answer, but Huo Zhao's patience was limited. He picked up the cup and was about to go upstairs, but the moment he passed by Butler Zhao, Huo Zhao raised his hand to stop him.

Butler Zhao frowned, his nose flared slightly, and asked suspiciously, "Why do you smell like mangosteen?"

Huo Zhao's back stiffened, then he raised his hand and pointed at his coat, saying calmly: "This is stained with juice."

Butler Zhao didn't quite believe what he said and looked at his mouth thoughtfully.

Huo Zhao felt uneasy under the gazes of the two people, so he quickly turned his head and changed the subject, "The young lady is looking for me, I'll go upstairs first. Aunt Wang, the young lady's stomach is not feeling well, please prepare an extra portion of nutritious porridge tomorrow morning."

"Okay, okay, I'll go right away." When she heard it was Miss Guan, Aunt Wang nodded hurriedly.

Huo Zhao also took the opportunity to quickly go upstairs.

The pink door was ajar, still looking the same as when he left.

The room was quiet and dark, with a faint hint of warm yellow light visible in the room.

The girl huddled in the quilt, her shoulders as white as jade, her messy black hair tangled around her ears, her crow-feather-like eyelashes casting a shadow on her eyelids, and she breathed evenly.

Ruan Ruan's sleeping face was peaceful. Huo Zhaoding stood there looking at her for a few seconds before he seemed to suddenly wake up. He tiptoed to put the hot water on the bedside table, but then he felt a chill.

He approached the wall near the door, looked at the central air conditioning display, and couldn't help frowning.

16 degrees.

No wonder we need such a thick quilt.

Huo Zhao's gaze fell on her exposed skin. After struggling internally for a moment, he tiptoed to the bedside.

He leaned over carefully, picked up a corner of the quilt, and gently pulled it upwards until it completely covered all the skin under her neck. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The girl's face was close at hand. The fierce little person just now looked like a sleeping doll, much cuter than when she was awake.

Huo Zhao didn't dare to think any more and quickly got up and left the room.

The summer night breeze is cool.

Huo Zhao's room was opposite Ruan Ruan's room. It was a slightly smaller suite. At this moment, the windows were wide open, and the evening breeze blew on the man standing in front of the window.

Huo Zhao stared out the window. The flowers and plants in the courtyard were dimly lit by the street lights, as chaotic and complicated as his mood at the moment...

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Ruan Ruan went downstairs early today.

Aunt Wang had just finished lecturing the servants and was preparing breakfast, while Butler Zhao was holding a thick stack of letters, many of which were stamped with postmarks, presumably from the mailbox in front of the gate.

Catching a glimpse of her figure out of the corner of his eye, Butler Zhao seemed to casually pick up his phone to check the message, but in fact he secretly clicked on the video he had prepared long ago.

"Recently, a well-known online public figure named Xu was murdered and his body was hidden in a freezer at home. The suspect was Li. According to investigations, Li was Xu's husband. He was a left-behind child in the mountains when he was young. After he came to Beijing to work as an adult, he met Xu, who came from a wealthy family, by chance... The impact of this murder and hiding of his wife's body is extremely bad..."