at's right, Old Master Fu particularly wanted to see his great-grandson.Grandfather Fu was so good to her, should she really cut off Grandfather Fu's wishesBut how could this child have come into the...Lin Jinran first walked to the guest room farthest away and reached out his hand to open the door.

But she twisted the doorknob several times, and the door didn't budge at all; it was obviously locked.

She furrowed her brow in confusion. Guest bedrooms were generally unlocked, wasn't it Could Zhang Ma be living here

This makes sense. Lin Jinran changed to another guest room, but the door was still locked.

< I changed rooms again, but it was still locked. >

She was getting a little anxious, her smooth forehead glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, and she strained to hold the package in her arms that was about to fall.

At this time, Zhang Sao's voice came from the stairs, "Madam, what are you doing"

Lin Jin's heart skipped a beat, as if he had been caught doing something wrong. He felt inexplicably guilty.

Zhang Sao's gaze swept around Lin Jinran's arms, and she understood. "These guest rooms," she said, "one I'm living in, one has some miscellaneous items inside, and another is occupied by Old Master Fu. You can come to live there later, so there are no empty guest rooms available for now."

Where does she live

"Madam, you and your master are husband and wife. It's not right that you don't live together," Zhang Sao reminded her.

Lin Jinran finally understood Zhang's meaning. She probably intentionally locked the door, right

She doesn't live in Fu Mo Han's bedroom, she has nowhere else to go!

"Madam, aren't you coming in"

Lin Jinran felt Zhang's gaze and felt the pressure double. She couldn't refuse, so she could only grit her teeth and reluctantly walk towards the master bedroom.

"By the way, Madam, the kitchen staff are making soup for Young Master. When you're done tidying up, please serve him a bowl. Make sure he drinks it all, so he won't have a stomachache at night." Zhang Bo spoke again, reminding her earnestly.

How do you feel that Zhang Sao is like a monitor teacher This isn't training a maid, it's clearly about monitoring her!

Especially now, just watching her, waiting for her to open the bedroom door.

Lin Jinyan let out a silent sigh in his heart, opened the door to the master bedroom, and walked in.

After she entered and closed the door, she could still feel Zhang Sao's stare. Lin Jinran's scalp felt numb, and she had a feeling that life with Zhang Sao in the coming days would be difficult.

The bedroom door, there was no shadow of Fu Mo Han.

In the bathroom, the door was closed, the light was on, and there was the sound of running water.

Obviously, Fu Mo Han is taking a shower.

Lin Jinyan's arms ached a bit, so she walked straight to the black leather sofa not far away and placed the package on it.

Raising her small hand, she pounded and kneaded the slender arm, but her mind raced with thoughts of what to do next

I truly shared a room with Fu Mo Han until Zhang Sao left.

Lin Jinran's heart was a little conflicted, and she was afraid that Fu Mo寒 would not allow her to live here either.

What to do, she now has absolutely no idea where she's going to sleep next!

A barely audible "click" echoed as the bathroom door swung open.

Wearing only a towel around his waist, Fu Mo Han emerged from the bathroom. His strong physique was evident, with eight well-defined abdominal muscles.

He seemed to have not yet wiped the water drops from his body, and water droplets were still clinging to his exposed skin.

When Lin Jin saw this, his young face immediately flushed red.

Her gaze quickly darted away from the man, as if afraid of getting a stitch in her eye by looking at him for even one more second.

Fu Mo Han raised an eyebrow, let out a cold snort, and strode towards Lin Jin Ran's direction with his long legs. He asked knowingly, "How did you get in again" small bowl, Gu Tianze looked around but didn't see Su Han. He put the empty bowl on the table.Supporting himself with his chubby hands, he transitioned from sitting to kneeling, then prostrated himse...