Chapter 53: : Who trained who

When he was fourteen years old, Murong Rongzhi, the dude prince, realized another way of playing in life: training a minion, training that kind of chubby, looks well-behaved, but secretly, it is always strange and strange, making you A tyrannical slave who thought she would not be obedient.
However, there are policies at the top and countermeasures at the bottom.
In view of the fact that her performance has always been restrained recently, Chen Xiangwan summed up her lessons by herself, and finally came up with an experience, dude, in fact, should be gradually improved.
For this reason, she began to sink her heart, and it was okay to get in front of the master son who looked very irritable, and became angry when he was a little bit angry.
Spend 120,000 thoughts to be with him.
"My son, these flowers are obviously very beautiful things. You can't just read books. The facts should be clear. It makes sense why Grandma Wu wants you to look more at the outside world of flowers and flowers. Because you don’t know the world of flowers, you are easily confused by flowers."
Because she is a close girl, she has many teaching tasks.
The fifth grandmother who was able to compare with the wife in charge of the second room in the mansion confessed afterwards that she had to teach the son to understand, understand, and other matters.
And this stubborn son-in-law, many times acted like a donkey. For this reason, the poor girl had to spend 120,000 points to discern clearly for him, and then know the reason.
For example, Grandma Wu said, "Don't let the messy flowers confuse your eyes, don't let the messy grass entangle your feet. She can only think of growing flowers and adding elegance to it, so as to identify real flowers and fake flowers, weeds entangled in grass... …
"Serious, isn't it just some flowers? Where do men meet the sky and deal with some flowers and plants, these toys, that is, you women can only like them."
Chen Xiangwan gritted her teeth secretly. But his attitude remained the same, Gu Zi cleaned up these flowers.
"My son, don't you understand? Growing flowers can nurture your and make money." When it comes to making money, Chen Xiangwan's eyes sparkle.
The chubby little cheeks are undulating, making people want to pick up. Murong Xiude stretched his face and ignored him.
Still disgusted, "A little girl, these things are not played by people like my master, take them, take them away."
"However, these toys can be kept in the house with a very light fragrance. Also, in the summer, the lord and a pot of this kind of pitcher plant can also chase mosquitoes. If you really don't want it, I will take it and send it. Forget it, Mr. Li next door. Recently, he came to admire the flowers every day. I looked at him as a flower lover."
Give flowers to others.
After thinking about it, Murong Rongzhi felt that it was like a fly falling into a bowl. He looked at the little girl who was chubby and grunting, and stomped his feet severely, "No, let me go. Without my permission, this courtyard." No one is allowed to send the flowers in the house."
Seeing that he was softened, Chen Xiangwan happily grabbed him, "Master, master, you have allowed me to take care of these flowers."
Murong Rongzhi slapped her away, twisted and left.
With that arrogant and airy look, Chen Xiang smiled happily.
"Actually, you are a thin-skinned person, and you obviously agreed, so why bother to be so awkward."
After cooking for a few wealthy students, Chen Xiangwan resumed her busy life of taking care of flowers and plants.
Every day, when Murong Rongzhi returns from class, he will see a little girl buried in the pile of flower pots.
It will loosen the soil for a while, water it for a while, or cut the leaves. Occasionally, they will get fat in the courtyard.
If it weren't for fattening, it would actually be quite enjoyable to watch the little fat girl busy.
As she grows and plants flowers, his room will be replaced with a new pot of flowers every day.
Gradually, he got used to the faint fragrance of flowers in the room. Wake up in the fragrance of flowers every morning.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a pot of hard-blooming flowers and some green plants.
As long as he moves, the fat girl outside will run in with a water basin with a happy expression on her face.
"My son, you can be regarded as waking up. It was early this morning. When I was walking outside, I ran into Mr. Qiao. Mr. Qiao really deserves to be Mr. Yumian. How could he be so good-looking and so generous. Most importantly, when I greeted Mr. Joe, he gave me a smile. Oh my god, if I told Nuan Yue and the others, they would have envied me for a long time."
"It's noisy."
Being disgusted, Chen Xiangwan just spit out her tongue, laughing. After a while, quietly glanced at a certain young master who was eating quietly, and then whispered about something he saw today, someone waiting.
Turning around, Murong Rongzhi murmured with Sanhuayu.
"You said why this woman is so troublesome, she can talk about a very small thing for a long time. A flower, a person, a blade of grass, she can also unfold her imagination and tell a different world."
Sanhuayu is now accustomed to the whispering girl Chen Xiangwan. Listening to the young master's complaining tone, there is not much disgust, on the contrary, he is just curious. He also followed up to say a few good things.
"If it's possible, this stinky girl seems to talk a lot.
But with her by her side, you won't feel lonely. Master, you are usually too nervous about your studies, and you are not going well in the house because of various things.
It's actually nice to have this girl by her side. "
Murong Rongzhi's eyes stared again.
"Did you call that stinky girl?"
After the lesson, he also kicked Sanhuayu. This inexplicable kick made Sanhuayu wronged. Why do you feel that the young master's temper is getting worse for him? No wonder that girl would always whisper about the bad temper of the young master in private. From his point of view, the young master is indeed a bad temper.
As the days went by, Murong Rongzhi still habitually looked down on Chen Xiangwan.
And it is fun to pick her fault everywhere.
However, on this day, when the two of them got along because Murong Rongzhi said that they looked down on the girl's film and the servant girl.
Chen Xiangwan turned her face.
She has red eyes and stares anxiously.
"Master, let me talk to you. You don't want me to talk too much. I was silent in front of you, and you said that I was a dumb man with no energy. If I do things, you don't want me to say things. It’s not right. Co-author, what did I do wrong. Instead of hindering the son-in-law’s eyes, I’d better go back to the house and continue to wait on Aunt Mei, son-in-law, take care of you."
The smelly girl said, turned and left.
The wind blowing under his feet made Murong Rongzhi stare at him for a long time without responding.
"What does she mean, Sanhuayu, what do you mean by Sanhuayu? A foul girl film, I just laughed at her as a girl, a slave, who can't make a lot of money, can't make a lot of money, that's all for a lifetime. I was wrong. Am I wrong! I'm so angry that she can do whatever she likes, give a bit of face, and slap her nose!"
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