Gu Manxi also knew that he had worked hard and said gently: "I still have to spend the five days at home with Chuchu. If you have time--"

Before Gu Manxi finished speaking, Song Chen had already completed the second half of the sentence: "As long as I have time, I will definitely come here to eat the food you cook."

Gu Manxi: "...Okay."

...

Gu Chu had just gone up the second floor and saw the nanny Aunt Zhao coming out of Lin Xiaozhou's room with the bed sheet in his arms.

Gu Chu said hello obediently: "Thank you for your hard work, there is a meal made by your mother downstairs. Auntie can try it later."

"Thank you, Chuchu, Auntie has eaten." Auntie Zhao smiled, touched Gu Chu's little head, and carried the bed sheet downstairs to prepare for cleaning.

Gu Chu had sharp eyes, as if he saw red blood stains on the corner of Aunt Zhao's bed sheet...

Bloodstains?

"Auntie, why is there blood on Brother Xiaozhou's bed sheet?" Gu Chu couldn't help but think a lot.

Aunt Zhao showed embarrassment, bent down, and whispered: "This... this is what my aunt accidentally cut her finger yesterday and got dirty."

Aunt Zhao is responsible for Zhao Yan's daily cleaning and three meals a day.

Yesterday afternoon, Zhao Yan and his family went to Gu Chu's birthday party. Aunt Zhao was cleaning at home. While cleaning Lin Xiaozhou's room, she accidentally cut her fingers with scissors and dirty the bed sheets.

Before she could change the sheets, Aunt Zhao received a call from home that her son had a high fever. She had to put down her work, sent a text message to Zhao Yan to ask for leave, and hurried home to take care of her son.

It was the second day when the child's high fever subsided. Aunt Zhao rushed to the apartment and took off the bed sheets that were stained yesterday to change them.

"Auntie, be careful in the future. It hurts so much when cut your fingers." Gu Chu looked at Aunt Zhao's right hand, and indeed saw his thumb wrapping around the band-aid.

Aunt Zhao lowered her voice and made a swearing gesture: "Chuchu, don't tell Mr. Zhao about this. This is my dereliction of duty at work. Mr. Zhao may be angry if he finds out."

"Okay, I won't tell my uncle." Gu Chu promised.

Aunt Zhao worked diligently, took off the bed sheet and started cleaning.

...

In the United States, a beautiful country manor.

A black bulletproof car slowly stopped outside the fence wall of a rural manor.

The car door opened, the man in a suit got out of the car, and walked into the small manor with black leather boots on the green grass and small yellow flowers blooming all over the ground.

Lin Xiaozhou was lying on the sofa playing games, absent-minded and had no desire to live. He was hit too much and could not accept it for a while. He didn't know how to face Lao Zhao, so he had to run back to the United States to hide.

Unconsciously hearing the door ring, Lin Xiaozhou subconsciously turned his head and saw a slender figure standing at the door against the light.

Lin Xiaozhou threw the game console in his hand and stood up properly: "Brother..."

The visitor was Lin Xiaozhou's elder brother Lin Mo, whose English name was Molia. On American Road, this terrible man is generally called "Mr. Mo".

Lin Mo elegantly took off his suit jacket and placed it on the hanger at the door. He walked towards Lin Xiaozhou like a weapon that was opening, with coldness and sharpness. His steps were so elegant and charming, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and black leather boots stomped on the ground quietly.

His face was sickly pale, but his lips were brightly ill red. His delicate eyebrows and eyes were slightly narrowed, like a vampire walking out of the light.

This is a gentleman and terrible gentleman.
Chapter completed!