After the divorce, the ex-wife kept losing her vest

Chapter 8 Re-establishing rules

Nanya was splashed into a drowned rat, still holding wheat in her hand.

Looking at the culprit holding the basin, her mouth trembled, she gritted her teeth and screamed, "Nan Song!"

"Are you awake? If not, I wouldn't mind giving you another basin of water to wash your feet."

The music was still blowing over the roof unscrupulously. Nan Song threw the basin directly in the direction of the speaker. The speaker was hit hard to the ground with a "bang" sound, which shocked Nanya.

The loud music suddenly stopped.

"What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Nanning Bai, who was also quarreled, rushed over from another guest room in her pajamas. Looking at Nanya, who was all wet, he knew that his daughter was being bullied, "Xiao Song, what is this fuss about?"

"Dad, she poured cold water on me. It was so cold..."

Nanya was shivering from the cold. The servant quickly stepped forward and put a blanket on her. Nanya wrapped the blanket around her and looked at Nanning Bai with tears in her eyes. "I can't sleep. I just want to listen to songs, but sister is not allowed to do that." .”

That pitiful expression seemed as if Nan Song had done something to her.

"Okay, okay." Nanning Bai coaxed her daughter like a father, "Your sister just came back, please let her, don't be the same as her, ah."

Nanya nodded obediently, but still looked aggrieved.

Looking at the picture of a loving father and a filial daughter, Nan Song felt uneasy in her heart. She crossed her arms and raised her eyelids coldly, "Have you done enough?"

Nanning Bai and Nanya both raised their heads and looked at her, their faces turning blue and white.

Nan Song stood at the door and looked at Nanya lazily, "If you have epilepsy at night, I will think you are sleepwalking. Next time, I will directly soak you in a cold pool to let you wake up. wide awake."

"Also," she glanced at the father and daughter lightly, "since you live in my house, you must abide by my rules. I am a light sleeper and can't hear anything at night. If you can't bear it or can't stand it, get out of here."

After putting down her words, she didn't bother to pay attention to their wonderful expressions, turned around and left.

"Dad, look at her..."
Nanya curled her lips and pointed at Nan Song's leaving back. She wanted to step forward, grab her hair and fight with her, but Nan Ningbai held her down, "Okay, okay, good daughter, don't be angry... …”

After driving all the servants out and closing the door, Nanya wiped her hair with a towel while cursing, and angrily said to Nan Ningbai, "Dad, can we just let Nan Song bully us like this?"

Nanning Bai had a stern face, and his expression was not good-looking. He was still feeling sorry for the vase that was broken by Nan Song. There were millions of bottles. If she said it was fake, was it fake?

"Dad, it's not easy for us to have the identity and status we have today. Do we have to go back to the past again?" Nanya knelt down in front of Nanning Bai, "Do you still remember how we were in front of my uncle and aunt? Is it groveling? I still have to be shy to please Nan Song. I never want to live that kind of life again!"

Nanning Bai narrowed his eyes, the fat on his face trembled, and snorted, "Do you think I have thought about it? But this time Nan Song's return is both sudden and bizarre, I'm afraid it's going to be menacing."

"Her eldest uncle and eldest aunt are dead. She has no one to rely on. What power can she rely on?"

Nanya continued to give her father advice, "If you cut the grass without eradicating the root, it will grow again with the spring breeze. Look at her attitude towards us. She must have known something and came back for revenge. If we don't kill her, I'm afraid she will die." It’s us! We have to take advantage of her fledgling life and strike first! Dad, at this time, you must not be soft-hearted!"

The dim light in the room illuminated her face with a sinister look.

Nanning Bai touched the jade ring on his thumb, and his turbid eyes showed a bit of murderous intent, "Don't worry, the arm can't twist the thigh. If she wants to die, don't blame me for ignoring the relationship between uncle and nephew."

Nan Song lay quietly on the bed. A bug was installed in the room, and she heard clearly the conversation between father and daughter.

A contemptuous sneer rose on her lips. Sometimes she wondered: How could the father and daughter be so ordinary yet so confident?

The next day, Nanya slept until three o'clock in the morning before waking up.

Turning over on the bed, she pressed the intercom and said lazily: "Xiaojun, go to my room and put the bath water for me. Then go to the yard to pick some flowers. I want to take a flower petal bath."

A strange yet familiar female voice came from the phone, "Miss Tang, I'm sorry to inform you that Xiaojun has been fired. As for the flower petal bath, the eldest lady has given instructions that no one is allowed to damage the roses in the courtyard at will. Therefore, I’m afraid your unreasonable request cannot be realized.”

Nanya stood up, frowned and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am Butler Zhao who was driven away by you and returned to the Rose Garden. I am happy to serve you."

Nanya felt bad all over, so she hung up the intercom, put on her pajamas and ran out.

When she went downstairs, she found that there were many servants cleaning upstairs and downstairs, but they were not hers. They were all servants from Nanjiazhuang!

So what about her people? Where are her people? !

The most irritating thing was that she found that all the peonies she planted in the yard had been uprooted and replaced with dazzling red roses, blooming in clusters with domineering grace.

Nanya clenched her fists and squeezed out two words from her mouth through gritted teeth, "Nan, Song!"

(End of this chapter)