After the divorce, I was haunted by the sickly fifth master

Nanhuang, who was going down the stairs, raised his round eyes and looked at him inch by inch.

The servants in the manor felt that Mr. Rong Wu was still irritable today, but Nanhuang felt that his eyes were somewhat relaxed.

The man walked in front, and she followed him behind, heading to the restaurant together.

Nanhuang asked: "You mentioned before that the company had a difficult matter, has it been dealt with?"

Rong Wuye looked at her in surprise. This little girl is really sensitive to his emotional changes.

"It's not settled, but it's settled." Mr. Rong Wu opened the seat for her in a gentlemanly manner.

Nanhuang sat down.

Even if she eats glutinous rice cakes and fried dough sticks, she still eats them gracefully. Rong Wuye was eating slowly across the way, looking at the people opposite him while eating.

Rong Wuye's eyes darkened.

At that time more than ten years ago, the minds of the two children were really pure.

Now, it's also really obscene.

Rong Wuye has always been able to face his shortcomings very calmly.

Obscene.

Dirty to the young lady.

He raised his head and looked at Nanhuang again.

Nanhuang looked at him: "What are you thinking about?"

Rong Wuye stared at her aggressively: "Five messages are not enough, twenty messages."

puff.

Nanhuang spurted out a mouthful of soy milk.

"What?" Rong Wuye didn't care at all about the mess she made.

A group of maids came forward to wipe the tables and floors.

Twenty items? She racked her brains for five messages, and now he wants twenty?

"Either three phone calls and twenty messages, I will let you go to school. Or you can stay in the manor."

"..."

"You can choose."

Nanhuang curled his lips and said, "It can't be like this. You still change the agreed terms. Then what if you ask me to make a hundred calls or keep on the phone all the time?"

Rong Wuye squinted his eyes. "That's a good idea."

Nanhuang: "...No, I don't agree."

Rong Wuye: "Just this time, I won't add you again. Three calls and 20 messages a day. The quality of calls and messages must be guaranteed."

Nanhuang: "..."

"You have a choice."

There are no good fruits to be gained from doing this. Nanhuang has to bow his head if he wants to go to school.

"Okay then, three phone calls, twenty messages. It's a deal. No more in the future."

It's information anyway. For information, she can break one sentence into several sentences and send it.

It’s just twenty items, it doesn’t matter!

Seeing that she had compromised, Rong Wuye curled his lips happily.

Rong Wuye sent Nanhuang to school. I don’t know whose handiwork it was, but the atmosphere in the school changed overnight. No one took photos casually at the school gate, and no one talked too much.

After Nanhuang entered the school in a low-key manner, he returned to the dormitory. He remembered the information about preparing water, so he took pictures crazily in the dormitory.

She didn't take pictures of other girls' beds. She took pictures of her own bed, wardrobe, bookcases, tables and chairs.

Hum hum, this time, ten pieces of information were lost.

Fifth Master: Back to the dormitory? Did you take photos specifically for me?

Fifth Master: It tastes good.

Is he talking about her bedding?

Nanhuang thought for a while and typed.

Nanhuang: There was something I forgot to tell you yesterday. Let me tell you now.

Nanhuang: It’s about the principal and the woman in the principal’s office.

Nanhuang continued to send while controlling the message so that it was not too watery.

Nanhuang: The woman in the principal's office is about thirty years old. I think she should be the principal's wife. She has a condition and has been taking Bizi Decoction for a long time.

Nanhuang: I suspect it’s man-made.

Nanhuang: I reminded the wife. But they probably don't believe me.

After sending it, Nanhuang counted and found 5 messages.

Not bad, not watery.

The fifth master's message was sent quickly.

Fifth Master: Twenty messages, and you just give me this?

Nanhuang glared, wondering where she was. Every sentence she says is quite long, okay?

Fifth Master: Why do I care about the principal’s wife? I don’t know her, I’m not familiar with her!

Nanhuang: "..."

Fifth Master: Yang Bo said that the principal’s wife’s name was Song Yan, and she was Song Chu’s eldest sister.

Fifth Master: Little thing, did you meet Song Chu behind my back?

Fifth Master: You dare!

Nanhuang was speechless and held his forehead. Is this what he cares about?

However, the lady in the principal's office is actually Song Chu's eldest sister Song Yan?

Nanhuang then remembered that Song Chu seemed to have asked her for help, and she agreed. Later, after her cell phone was confiscated by Rong Wuye, she forgot about it.

I'm a little embarrassed.

As soon as he thought of this, Nanhuang saw a tall figure standing under the tree in front of him.

The handsome man had his hands in his trouser pockets, as if admiring the flowers. He noticed Nanhuang's gaze and turned slightly. Surprise appeared on his face.

"Ye Nanhuang!"

Nanhuang raised his eyes, "Song Chu?!"

…

On the other side, Rong Wuye, who originally seemed to be in a happy mood, suddenly became extremely irritable again.

He stared at his phone screen.

Okay, how dare you not reply to my message.

Why do I care who is infertile? I want to see what you have eaten, done, what you are thinking, whether you are cold or hungry.

Does other people's affairs have anything to do with him?

It still has something to do with Song Chu!

An assistant went out in a panic, bumped into Yang Bo, and immediately said: "Yang Assistant, the fifth master is in a bad mood. This report..."

Yang Bo took the report: "Thank you for your hard work, I'll deliver it."

Yang Bo walked over with the report and placed it on Master Rong Wu's table. "Fifth Master, didn't you say you want to make money well? If you do this, do you want the eldest lady to spend other men's money in the future?"

Rong Wuye turned back with a sinister look in his eyes. "She dares?!"

Yang Bo's mouth twitched. "What's wrong with this?"

"I raised her for the rest of her life!"

Rong Wuye returned to his desk angrily. "Bring the things here, let me take a look."

…

In a small cafe on the back street of the school, Nanhuang ordered two cups of coffee.

Song Chu sat opposite her.

Nanhuang took a sip of coffee and asked, "Why did you come to school?"

Song Chu lowered his head slightly. He learned what happened yesterday from his friend. He smiled and said, "I'm here to see my eldest sister. When I learned that you were at school, I just wanted to have a chat with you. Nanhuang, are you and Bo Shen divorced?"

Nanhuang nodded and said nonchalantly: "Leave."

Song Chu smiled sincerely. "Congratulations."

Nanhuang smiled and asked: "Mr. Song, your eldest sister is the principal's wife, Song Yan?"

Song Chu looked at her unsurprisingly and said with a smile: "Yes, you met her yesterday. She also told me about you."

Song Chu scratched his head and smiled stupidly: "Actually, I think the person you helped is my eldest sister. I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence that you would meet her without my intervention."

Nanhuang nodded.

Song Chu asked in a low voice: "How is my eldest sister doing?"

Nanhuang looked at him and asked, "Do you believe me?"

"Believe it, of course I believe it."

Nanhuang smiled and said, "Your brother-in-law doesn't believe it."

"He is him, and I am me. Nanhuang, can you tell me truthfully, how is my sister's condition?" Song Chu's expression showed obvious anxiety.

He lowered his eyelids slightly: "You don't know. My sister has been having a hard time in the past ten years. She soaks in the medicine jar every day and drinks big bowls of bitter medicine every day. I have seen her vomit after drinking it. Several times. If she doesn’t have children, she will put all the responsibility for not having children on herself. The Liang family is also becoming more and more dissatisfied with her. If this continues, the eldest sister’s marriage may come to an end.”