Chapter 229

Ling Xiaohan comes out of the study and goes downstairs.

Ji Qianchen ran to Ling Xiaohan, grabbed his arm and asked, "why do you hang this picture here?"

Her painting skill of a three legged cat, even if you look at it by yourself, will be put into the living room, but the servants of the whole villa and the guests who come to Ling's house in the future will all see it.

The most important thing is that there is her signature on the portrait.

"Increase exposure."

Ling Xiaohan chuckles and takes her waist to the dining room.

"I don't want to increase the exposure. I want you to take it off. It's so ugly and humiliating." Ji Qianchen asks Ling Xiaohan.

"Do you mean your husband, I look ugly or you draw ugly?" Ling Xiaohan pressed her to the dining table and sat down, holding a bowl of soup for her.

"Of course I did."

"Who dares to say an ugly try?" Ling Xiao is cold and low with his eyebrows and eyes closed. He exudes a sense of aloofness and nobility.

“……” Ji Qianchen twisted his bitter gourd face and didn't want to refute the arrogant president.

His typical behavior is to hide his ears and steal the bell.

Others dare not say in front of him how difficult her paintings are, but they can laugh at her.

"Eat fast. This should be the last time you have the taste of Zhang Ma's cooking." Ling Xiaohan urges her to move her chopsticks quickly.

Ji Qianchen suddenly released his hand holding chopsticks and lost his appetite. "What do you mean? Is mother Zhang going to resign? "

After these days, Zhang Ma cooked the food.

She's used to the smell.

"It's expulsion."

Ling Xiao's head was cold and he ate slowly. In fact, he was reluctant to give up the taste of eating for many years.

But

"Why are you fired?" Ji Qianchen is getting more confused.

The whole villa is shrouded in a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.

"Tell you after dinner."

Ling Xiaohan put the dishes into her bowl, chewed the thin and beautiful lips, and even ate with a good radian.

In order to know the truth, Ji Qianchen accelerated the speed of eating.

After a while, she put down her chopsticks when she was full. "OK, can you tell me now?"

Ling Xiaohan also ate almost, he put down his chopsticks, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, "rob, bring people up."

A loud order was issued.

Rob leads mother Zhang in through the door.

Mother Zhang in apron plops to kneel in front of Ling Xiaohan and Ji Qianchen.

"Ma Zhang, what are you doing?" Ji Qianchen wants to lean down and pull her up.

Be stopped by Ling Xiaohan.

"Young master, young lady, it's all my fault. Please forgive me. I promise to cook for you all my life." Zhang Ma kneels on the ground, tears running in her eyes.

Ji Qianchen is in a fog.

She married to Ling's family these days, Zhang Ma has always been good for her and Ling Xiaohan, and has always made so many delicious food for her. In her impression, Zhang Ma is a very good kitchen aunt.

"Excuse me? I remember giving you a chance. "

Ling Xiaohan gets up and walks to Zhang Ma, looking down at her.

The Butler brought another pot of soup from the kitchen and set it at the table.

"Steward, isn't this a pot? And we finished. " Ji Qianchen looked at the new soup on the table and asked suspiciously.

"Little madam, the pot you drank just now is not made by Zhang Ma, but this pot is."

"I said the taste was a little different. Ling Xiaohan, what did Zhang ma do wrong? " Ji Qianchen seems to realize that Zhang Ma's mistake has something to do with this pot of soup.

"Young lady, do you remember the contraceptive ingredients left in your body? In fact, it's related to your daily diet. Since his discovery, the young master has changed all the 20 or 30 servants in the whole villa. You should remember that. " The housekeeper stood aside and became a commentator.

"Well, I remember." Ji Qianchen clearly remembers that at that time she asked Ling Xiaohan why she did this.

"But the young master didn't change Zhang's mother. The young master will ask the family doctor to take a blood test for you every time. It's also to check whether the blood still contains the ingredients of the contraceptive. The young master had doubts about Zhang's mother earlier. After you didn't find the ingredients of the contraceptive in your body, the young master will be a little relieved. But since you are pregnant, all the diets will be specially checked Whether it contains medicine or not. "

"I'm fine. I'm fine."

Ji Qianchen caresses his stomach, feeling that little life is growing up healthily.

"It's true that no poison has been found in any diet, but there's something wrong with this pot of soup. There's saffron in it."

"Saffron?" Ji Qianchen got up from the chair and wandered to the pot of soup to smell the taste.

In many ancient palace opera, many concubines want to murder other people's children with saffron.Saffron has the effect of promoting blood circulation. Once pregnant, eating saffron will make the baby slide.

Ling Xiaohan pulls Ji Qianchen away from the pot of soup. "Stay away from the soup."

"Yes, little madam, saffron, blood circulation will make you miscarry."

The housekeeper continued to add.

Zhang Ma shook her head wrongly on the ground. "Young master, young lady, I am wronged. You said that young lady will suffer from dysmenorrhea. Most of the dysmenorrhea is caused by the accumulation of Qi and blood. Then I used saffron soup to drink for young lady all the time to relieve her dysmenorrhea. But this time I forgot that young husband is pregnant and can't drink this."

"For good reason."

Ling Xiao cold stroked his chin, his face was serious, his expression was mysterious, and he had a gloomy and terrible atmosphere.

"What about the previous contraceptives?"

"It's really put by Miss Qi Qing, not me. She went into the kitchen to look at the soup that day, while I was in the bathroom."

Mother Zhang, with a sad face, argued vigorously.

Ji Qianchen feels that his IQ is not enough.

She felt that Zhang Ma was so honest and seemed to be telling the truth.

"Would you really misunderstand mother Zhang?" Ji Qianchen asked, frowning and dragging Ling Xiaohan's sleeve.

She will not connive at a bad person, nor do she want to wrong a good person.

Ling Xiaohan grabs Ji Qianchen's hand, and they sit back in their chairs. His fierce eyes turn to rob behind him.

The little woman is so simple minded.

Without some substantial evidence, she would think the world should be treated with gentleness.

Rob took out a data report, stood out, cleared his voice, and said forcefully: "mother Zhang has been in Ling's house for 30 years, and the person she has been serving is the master. She took the initiative to follow the master back to Yuncheng two years ago, during which she did not contact the master. In the past two months, she often got in touch with France through her private cell phone. The contact person is Avril, that is, her wife , young master, do you need to return the call content? "

Zhang Ma knew that there was no room for maneuver. She fell to the ground with a plop and kowtowed, "young master, I know it's wrong. Please forgive me."