Jian Bing didn't move her steps, she just stood straight at the top of the stairs like that, and her cold gaze swept towards the old butler: "You said he wasn't there?" So who is the tea you are holding in your hand for? Who else in this house can work for the old housekeeper and you personally deliver tea? ”

In the silence of the old butler, Jian Bing stretched out his hand, picked up a teacup on the tray, and held it up in front of the old butler's eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Jian Bing's hands were also very white, but it was a kind of green and bloodless white; Jian Bing's fingers are also very slender, but the whole outline is too sharp, giving people a feeling of cold and hard like white bones; Her five fingernails were painted in a bright red color, so bright and intense that it looked like a small patch of blood staining her fingertips.

Looking at the hand stretched out in front of him, it was just that hand, but the old butler felt a chill and slowly climbed up from his back.

It felt like some kind of cold-blooded creature crawling into his clothes, sticking to his naked/naked skin, sticking out his tongue coldly.

I have to admit that in terms of the judging criteria of women who are cute, gentle and sweet, Jian Bing is too much worse than the woman upstairs.

However, she is really good to the little master, and the scourge upstairs, she will only harm her poor little master......

Thinking of this, the old butler's eyes unconsciously glanced upstairs.

"He's upstairs? Who else? Jian Bing asked.

"And, no, no, the little master is not upstairs." The old butler replied hurriedly.

"And Lin Qingyu, isn't it?" At the mention of that name, Jian Bing's voice seemed to freeze.

"No, absolutely not, Lin Qingyu hasn't been here!"

"You're still lying to me! The people in the company said that Lin Qingyu didn't go to work today, and came directly to Gu Zhai to see the meeting venue. Just at the gate of the park, Captain Zhang said that Lin Qingyu was here, and he had been here for a long time. Jian Bing said, "Now, do you go up and invite your little master and Secretary Lin down, or do I go up myself?" ”

"You can't go, I, I can't go either!" A thin layer of sweat appeared on the old butler's head.

Looking at the old housekeeper's anxious and embarrassed appearance, Jian Bing's heart sank suddenly. The worst, the worst situation she least wants to face, seems to have appeared, Gu Junzhi and Lin Qingyu are upstairs now, and they are doing something disgraceful.

"If you don't go, then good, I'll go!" Jian Bing shouted as he threw the water cup in his hand to the ground, and the water cup fell to the hard stone ground, shattering instantly, making a huge and piercing sound.

The old housekeeper was stunned for a moment, and quickly stretched out his hand to grab Jian Bing, who was walking upstairs: "Miss Jane, you are not the mistress of the Gu Mansion now!" ”

Jian Bing turned back coldly: "So, you dare to stop me even as a subordinate?" Let go! ”

The situation was urgent, and the old housekeeper couldn't care about the etiquette, so he pulled Jian Bing out of the staircase with force: "You misunderstood, I'm for your good, I hope you can be the hostess here to do this." Think about it, if there is a disturbance now, with the temper of the little master, is it still possible for you to live here, then can the marriage still be counted? Be patient, be patient, don't lose a big one because of a small one, everything will wait until you become Mrs. Gu. ”

Jian Bing stopped struggling and let the old housekeeper pull her to the door of the villa and send her out the door. It's just that throughout the whole process, her eyes were always staring straight at the stairs leading to the second floor, as if her gaze could turn into two flying blades, nailing the woman on the upper floor, and then twisting it to pieces.