Chapter 70 Hard to drink
Zhang's mother was preparing dinner, so she greeted her and looked for coffee. Not seeing any brewed coffee, she pulled Zhang's mother aside and whispered, "He wants some coffee."
Aunt Zhang subconsciously glanced outside. Although she couldn't see Mu Tianyang, she vaguely understood something. She pointed to the cupboard: "The coffee powder is there."
Wanqing hurriedly took it down and handed it to her. She pushed it away: "You can give it to him in the future."
"I can't!" Wan Qing said in a low voice.
"Trust Aunt Zhang." Aunt Zhang patted his shoulder, "This way your life will be easier."
Wan Qing inexplicably felt that she was right, so she made herself some coffee. She wanted to taste it to see if it tasted good. But she only made one cup. She didn't want to share a cup with him! What if he found out and beat her to death? Besides, coffee was bitter, which she never liked, and she couldn't tell whether it was good or bad after tasting it.
So, it was brought to him like this.
Mu Tianyang stared at the newspaper, reached out to take it, brought it to his mouth and took a sip, then suddenly frowned and held it in his mouth.
Wanqing's eyes widened. It's over! It looks terrible.
He swallowed the coffee slowly, raised his head and looked at her silently.
Wanqing hurriedly said, "I'll go do my homework!" Then she turned and ran.
With a thud, he tripped over the carpet and fell.
She looked back at Mu Tianyang and saw him frowning at her. She quickly got up, picked up her book and ran upstairs in a panic.
Mu Tianyang maintained that attitude for a few seconds, then picked up the coffee, took a sip, and said, "It tastes bad."
He took another sip and said, "It tastes terrible!"
Then, he said it tasted bad and drank the whole cup of coffee without leaving a drop.
Putting down the cup, he called out to Aunt Zhang. Aunt Zhang came over, wiping her hands: "Sir, what's the matter?"
Mu Tianyang buried his head in the newspaper and said calmly, "The young lady just fell down. Go up and take a look."
"Yes." Aunt Zhang smiled, turned around, found the first aid kit and went upstairs.
Wanqing was checking her arm in the study. What a bad luck! It was scratched.
Knock knock knock!
Someone knocked on the door. Anyone who knocked before entering this room must not be Mu Tianyang or Mu Tianxue. She stood up, opened the door, and saw that it was Aunt Zhang. She smiled gently: "Aunt Zhang."
Here, Aunt Zhang was the only person who treated her well, like a mother to her daughter. Even though she knew she was Mu Tianyang's mistress, she never looked down on her. Instead, she always cared about her and enlightened her...
"Is it really broken?" Aunt Zhang looked at the blood on her hand and sighed, "I'll fix it for you."
"Yeah." Wan Qing knew that the study was Mu Tianyang's important place, so she didn't dare to let her in casually and went back to the bedroom.
Aunt Zhang asked her carefully and was relieved only after confirming that she only had an arm bruise.
"Be more careful next time. I thought only someone as reckless as Miss Tianxue would fall down." After disinfecting the wound, Aunt Zhang put a Band-Aid on her.
Wan Qing smiled gratefully: "Auntie Zhang, you are so kind to me."
Aunt Zhang looked at her and said, "The master is also very good to you!"
"He..." Wan Qing sneered, as if she was disgusted.
Aunt Zhang sighed: "How else do you think I could know you fell down in the kitchen?"
Wan Qing was stunned, a trace of panic flashed across her face.
"And that cup of coffee, the gentleman drank it all in just a moment!"
Wanqing frowned, obviously not wanting to hear this. Aunt Zhang patted her shoulder and said, "I'll go downstairs to cook."
As soon as she left, Wan Qing heaved a sigh of relief and stared out the window in a daze. What...was he going to do?
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