Chapter 2893: Madam is sick again

"Master, there is one more thing." The subordinate stood still, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he whispered, "The palace from the palace called and said that the lady is in poor health these days and is already in bed. a few days."
"Steward Cheng hopes that the young master can go back to see his wife. He said that his wife is in a bad mood. He has seen his wife crying when he sent meals to his wife several times. If the young master can go back to see the wife, the wife will be sick. It will get better sooner."
Hearing that his mother was sick again, there was no change in the expression on Miyazawa Li's face, and his expression was faint: "If you are sick, you just need to see a doctor. I'm not a doctor. I can't cure her."
"What's more, I have nothing to do with the palace family now."
The subordinate was stunned. He raised his head and glanced at Miyazawa. Seeing that his face was cold and unmoved, he thought about it and tried to persuade him: "Master, Madam, those are all angry words. You are Gongshi. How could the only heir really have nothing to do with the palace family."
"I listened to what Uncle Cheng said, after you packed your luggage and left the palace house that day, the lady already regretted it. But the lady wanted face, even if she regretted it, she couldn't call you back directly."
That's why Mrs. Gong got sick again.
In fact, where is really sick?
But it was this incident that gave Miyazawa a step down and made an excuse to let him go back.
She and Miyazawa had a quarrel before, and later they called them back because of the illness, and the relationship between the mother and son was slowly restored.
The illness this time is the same as the previous one.
"She's angry, I'm not." Miyazawa squinted his narrow and long phoenix eyes, and raised his dark and deep ink eyes. He glanced at his subordinates with a cold look, and said lightly, "You talk too much. Up."
His voice was very low, and there was no emotion when he heard it.
But the subordinates instantly chilled on their backs, a layer of cold sweat came out, and cold sweat came out on their foreheads, lowered their heads and said in fear, "Yes, Shao Gong, I am the one who talks too much."
Miyazawa narrowed his narrow eyes into a straight line: "Go away."
Where do subordinates dare to say anything.
He immediately turned around and quickly walked out of the office, without any pause, disappearing from the office like a gust of wind.
After a while.
The people in the office slowly closed.
Miyazawa took out his mobile phone, logged in to his WeChat account, and clicked on the only friend in his address book: Mianmian is not soft and cute.