"Madam, would you like to try the seafood hotpot that has just been prepared to see if it suits your taste?"

Meng Fuguang had just changed her clothes and went downstairs when Xiaoqin, the servant who usually worked in the kitchen, called her. It was not known whether it was Xie Yuzhou's or the old man's instructions, but the family still called her Young Madam.

Aunt Liu and her friends had just prepared a few dishes and were preparing to keep them warm. When they saw Meng Fuguang coming downstairs, they called her to come and try some.

Seafood pot?

"You are professionals. My opinion is not important."

Having said this, Meng Fuguang still followed the smell into the kitchen.

Mm, it smells really good.

Seeing Meng Fuguang coming in, Xiaoqin exchanged glances with Aunt Liu, and Aunt Liu handed her a bowl of black soup.

"Young Madam, would you like to try this bowl of medicinal soup first?"

Medicinal soup?

Meng Fuguang frowned. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the soup was disgusting and not drinkable. "What the hell is this?"

"It regulates the blood and qi, calms the mind and helps with sleep. I heard from Master that you have not been sleeping well recently, so I told my family doctor about this. I made this according to the recipe given by the doctor. It looks ugly, but it definitely works."

She remembered that she had been having nightmares more and more frequently recently, especially during the time on the set, and she always had trouble sleeping. Xie Yuzhou saw that she was getting worse and worse, so he learned how to cook to help her take care of her body.

I have had enough rest during this period and my spirits have obviously improved. Why do I have to suffer this torture again when I come back?

"Did Xie Yuzhou ask you to prepare this?"

"Young Master wanted to make it for you himself, but you know Young Master's cooking skills, so I took over this job."

All right.

Meng Fuguang didn't suspect anything and drank the wine from the bowl. Aunt Liu and Xiaoqin smiled at each other, with a look of secret joy on their faces.

According to the young master, the young mistress has been living at home for some time, so she can be a good help to the two of them.

The young master and the young mistress have been living together for three or four months, but there is still no news. Not only is the old master anxious, but their servants are also anxious.

Well, we have to find a way to get the old man to persuade the young master to go to the hospital for a check-up.

After Meng Fuguang finished the medicine, he tasted the dish that was already out of the pot, pointed out the parts that didn't suit his taste, and explained a few more things to them before leaving.

Aunt Liu is a bit weird.

The servants in the house used to look down on the original owner and had a very bad attitude towards her, so why are they so enthusiastic towards her now?

Meng Fuguang couldn't figure it out.

Thinking that it would be time for dinner soon, Meng Fuguang originally wanted to call Jian Huayao himself to ask them to come back, but he was afraid that the children would be too naughty and it would be inconvenient for Jian Huayao with her big belly, so he decided to go and call them back in person.

But I didn't expect to meet an unexpected person halfway.

"A good dog doesn't block the road. Those who block the road are idiots." Meng Fuguang got angry when he saw the face opposite him.

Song Zhiqing still wears exaggerated makeup and dresses like someone waving at men in a red-light district, uh, yeah.

"Meng Fuguang, why are you still like this?"

What kind of virtue is this? Xiao Meng thought that she had everything, including a house, a car, money, and children. Her career was thriving, her wallet was full, and she was living a very good life.

It was the barking of the dog that disturbed her.

"What? Should I wave and welcome you?"

Meng Fuguang crossed his arms and looked her up and down. "What the hell are you wearing? Did someone splash paint on you when you went out with that on?"

Song Zhiqing knew she couldn't compete with Meng Fuguang in verbal battles, but she didn't care. She twisted her hips and swayed in front of her, asking in a low voice, "What's wrong? Didn't Xie Yuzhou tell you? He asked me to come for lunch."

Xie Yuzhou?

Meng Fuguang stood there in a daze, the corners of his mouth that were originally raised in a mocking manner trembled twice.

She pursed her lips, unable to maintain her facial expression, and asked with a frown, "What do you mean? Xie Yuzhou invited you to dinner? Don't you have the guts to lie?"

"I don't need to tell you how strong the security system of your Yaoshan Villa is, right? How could I get in without Xie Yuzhou's nod?"

Meng Fuguang is not stupid. Song Zhiqing is just trying to provoke her on purpose.

"Oh, so what?"

Even though she tried hard to act as if she didn't care, Song Zhiqing could see that if Meng Fuguang really didn't care, he wouldn't be so nonchalant but would directly laugh at her.

The more he pretended not to care, the more it proved that Meng Fuguang cared.

"So Miss Meng doesn't care. That's good. After all, Brother Yuzhou knows that we have some disagreements, and he specifically told me not to conflict with you."

She's so weird, I really want to throw her into the pot and fry her.

Meng Fuguang didn't know why she was unhappy. Anyway, she felt so upset that she wanted to rush over and beat Xie Yuzhou up!

Beat him half to death! Chop him up again!

She couldn't let Song Zhiqing make a fool of herself. Meng Fuguang tried hard to suppress the anger in her heart and just wanted to drive the dead woman in front of her away.

"Okay, since Xie Yuzhou asked you to come, then you should wait for Xie Yuzhou to come back before entering."

She didn't have her cell phone and there was no security guard on duty, so Meng Fuguang had to rely on herself.

She turned her neck to stretch her muscles, and her hands made a snapping sound - throw this dead woman out first.

Seeing Meng Fuguang was about to take action, Song Zhiqing's expression changed instantly, "Meng Fuguang, do you have any character?"

"What kind of quality am I talking to you, a dead Bai Lian?"

Meng Fuguang didn't waste any more words on her. He reached out and grabbed Song Zhiqing's hair, pulled her over, pressed her head, and kneed her in the face.

"Meng Fuguang!"

The last word "Guang" was smashed into his stomach. It had been a long time since he had fought, and Meng Fuguang almost didn't use his full strength. Fortunately, his fighting power was still the same as before.

"You keep calling me Xie Yuzhou. I will roll you up into a ball and send you to Xie Yuzhou, so that you two dogs can be reunited!"

Xie Gou actually called this woman home, who is so disgusting!

Meng Fuguang grabbed her hair and pulled her upside down, tears streaming down her face.

No, Meng Fuguang is completely crazy!

"Fan Chao!"

Song Zhiqing shouted, and suddenly a man jumped out from the bushes and knocked Meng Fuguang away.

Meng Fuguang didn't pay attention and fell to the ground by the collision.

I'm awesome!

It hurts so much!

Meng Fuguang looked up at the man named "Fan Chao" and found that he was at least 1.9 meters tall, wearing a tight vest, and his muscles were intimidating.

It's like Popeye eating spinach.

So deformed.

Before Meng Fuguang could catch her breath, the man rushed over again, raising his arms to hit her. Meng Fuguang quickly rolled on the ground and barely dodged.

She didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, so she quickly got up and ran towards the small path next to her.

As long as you run to a location with obvious surveillance, the security guard should be able to see you.

Unfortunately, before she could rush out, the man grabbed her collar.