This time, Wang's mother was not only commanding upstairs, but she walked down quickly.

"Xiao Zhao, how do you do things? You are the housekeeper of the big house. You can't even do this little thing well! Look at the bottom of the bed. You've broken it Ouch, this is the crib that the old lady had prepared specially for her great grandson two years ago. If she wants to order another one, she has to wait at least half a year! "

Wang Mawei lowered her waist and touched the lower side of the crib with heartache, which was a little bumping.

Completely ignored, almost by the crib hands - or even escaped a robbery, but also almost by the lamp hit the head of Uncle Zhao.

Wang Ma was still complaining, but Uncle Zhao said nothing.

Ruan Mengmeng couldn't see through.

Although uncle Zhao is younger than Zhang Bo and Wang Ma, he is still 40 or 50 years old.

It's not appropriate for him to do this kind of rough work and still shout and drink.

She wanted to help explain, but Zhao Shushu waved her hand and stopped her.

By this time, Wang's mother had already inspected the baby bed.

She raised her head in pain and said impatiently, "forget it. Anyway, the young master in Miss Yao's stomach is still less than three months. First move this crib and prepare it. Then I'll tell the old lady to make a new one

After that, he waved his hand to Uncle Zhao: "what are you still in a daze to do? Don't move up quickly --"

in that bossy and natural tone, he didn't regard uncle Zhao as the real housekeeper of this family.

But Zhao Shugang just, actually already flashed waist, at this time again move crib already very reluctantly.

The other two young servants, both old people in Liyuan, couldn't see Uncle Zhao being bullied.

One of them said to Uncle Zhao, "housekeeper Zhao, why don't you take a rest first? We're young, so we can make more efforts."

As soon as she had finished speaking, Wang's mother shrieked out a negative.

"How about two people? Three of you almost broke the bed. No, no, you can't. hurry up and move the bed up. Miss Yao and the young master in her stomach are waiting for a rest. They can't be ignored. "

If Wang Ma refuses to let her go, zhao shu already knows Wang Ma's temper and knows that she won't let her go.

He used his eyes to stop the two young people who still wanted to talk. When he rolled up his sleeve, he would bend down.

Who knows, his waist has not bent down, he was a small hand steady arm.

"Uncle Zhao, you go and have a rest. I will." Ruan Mengmeng's eyes were light, looking at Uncle Zhao and saying in a very calm tone.

Uncle Zhao: "Miss, you are a girl..."

"It doesn't matter. Girls are not necessarily weaker than men." With that, Ruan Mengmeng glanced at the other two young guys.

"You two, go and have a rest. I can move this bed alone."

As soon as these words came out, let alone make uncle Zhao and the other two young servants dumbfounded.

Even the other people who were busy up and down the stairs unconsciously stopped to look at Ruan Mengmeng.

But Wang Ma, after slightly stunned, screamed: "who are you? Who allows you to command here? "

Wang Ma went back to visit relatives in her hometown a while ago, but she did not see Ruan Mengmeng, and she did not know her identity at all.

Ruan Mengmeng lifted her beautiful apricot eyes.

She glanced coldly at Wang's mother, who stood on the two steps and looked domineering, but was actually just a paper tiger.

"I'm not who..." Ruan Mengmeng said faintly.