The Blackened Male Lead Needs to Be Pampered

Early the next morning, Sang Jian was woken up by a knock on the door.

Young madam, it's time to serve tea to the old madam.

There was a maid's voice outside the door.

Sanjian woke up from his sleep and rubbed his eyes.

Huo Nanting has married so many women, does he still have the habit of serving tea?

She was forced to get up, and the maid outside the door came in to dress her up.

Sanmi is still too young now to wear clothes that reflect her status too much.

Huo Nanting prepared a light pink round-neck long skirt for her. The skirt reached to her knees, which made her delicate and charming. The light pink color made her look more moisturized.

Her hair was braided and tied back, and a few pink flowers were simply inserted in the hair.

It not only proves that she is a woman, but also does not make her look old-fashioned.

Sanjian looked at himself in the mirror, and he was indeed 70% similar to her own body.

I can barely regard her as my own body.

Looking at his appearance in the mirror, Sang Jian was in a good mood.

I have been in a mental hospital since I was a child, wearing a hospital gown all year round, and never had the chance to dress up.

After coming to the small world to find her husband, she would occasionally dress up in the small world, but after all, it was not her own appearance.

Looking at Meng Sangjian's appearance now, Sangjian felt that he must be pretty good when dressed up.

The maid took the lipstick and lightly applied it on her lips to make her complexion look even brighter.

Madam, it's ready.

Sang Jian pursed his lips, nodded, stood up, and left the room with the maid.

When he came back last night, Sang Jian was wearing a red hijab and could not see the surrounding environment clearly.

Only now did she see that she was in a villa.

The maid took her downstairs. Huo Nanting's mother, Huo Qing, was wearing a cheongsam and sitting on the leather sofa with her legs crossed, expressionlessly waiting for Sang Jian to come downstairs and serve her tea.

She saw Sang Jian coming down from the corner of her eyes, and she immediately sat up straight, looking like a lady.

For some reason, Sang Jian felt that she was a bit pretentious.

But no matter what, you still have to have the proper etiquette.

There happened to be a cup of tea on the coffee table, which seemed to be prepared for her.

Sang Jian walked over, picked up the teacup on the coffee table, and handed it to Huo Qing, Mom, drink tea.

Her tone was neither condescending nor arrogant, and she did not have the cowardice of a child meeting her elders that a thirteen-year-old girl should have.

Huo Qing narrowed her eyes slightly, reached out to take the tea cup, and hummed, Don't change your words, just call me aunt.

She whispered, Who knows how many days you can live?

Sang Jian: Okay, aunt!

Sang Jian is very easy to talk to.

. Huo Qing couldn't handle this.

She's not angry at all?

Not only was Sang Jian not angry, but after serving tea, he sat down on the other side of the sofa as if he were at home, Auntie, where is my husband?

Huo Qing: .

Why does it feel like she calls her aunt as if she is a servant at home?

Humph. Huo Qing was angry, Not everyone is like you and can stay in bed at home. Do you know how busy Nanting is usually?

Sang Jian nodded, I know now.

Huo Nanting's parents divorced when he was young, so Huo Nanting took his mother's surname.

He was able to reach his current status only by working hard with his own hands step by step.

So it’s understandable that this man is a little busy.

Seeing Sang Jian's neither salty nor cool attitude, Huo Qing felt that she, a child, simply didn't understand!