The son is still resting. The song mother will not be angry and wake up her son at this time.

She quietly led up the door and went downstairs with a gloomy face. As soon as she entered the hall, she called out, "Chu Bo, Chu Bo!"

"Ah, madam, I'm here. What can I do for you?" Chu Bo wiped the cold sweat on his head, and his heart was broken.

Song's mother, with a cold face, pointed to Song Heng's room on the second floor. "Who is that woman? How can she sleep in Xiao Heng's room? Still so close to him! I've never heard of it! "

Chu Bo had nothing to say. He hesitated and said, "this, this, in fact, madam, that's my private doctor, that's Miss Mu who alleviated my illness..."

Wen Yan, the mother of Song Dynasty is very angry and anti smiling. Her well maintained face can vaguely show the appearance of Song Heng. He looks very delicate with her mother, and has outstanding appearance.

If it's a girl, she will probably be sought after by boys since childhood. However, being born a boy, it seems a little too delicate.

Song's mother's chest heaved twice. She was obviously angry, "Oh? Is it? Psychological guidance! Is it to let her tutor Xiaoheng's bed? "

She really didn't understand how the eldest son found such a woman! What can she do if she breaks Xiaoheng?

Chu Bo understood the meaning of song's mother. In fact, he wanted to say that Miss Mu was a good person. Between her and the young master, she was just chatting under a quilt. Nothing happened.

Moreover, it is in her presence that the young master's illness will get better so soon.

If it wasn't for her, the young master might be now, sometimes crazy, sometimes depressed, like a madman!

But he dare not say it directly, because of the overbearing nature of the song mother, he will not be happy.

"When do they usually get up? "The mother of song suppressed her anger and asked Chu Bo.

Chu Bo thought for a moment, "maybe she will get up in a while. Miss Mu has arranged morning exercises for the young master. She takes him out for a walk every morning. Madam, you will know later that the young master is really cheerful!"

Hearing the little son's message, song Mu's cold face calmed down. She murmured, "well, let's do that first. Later, let that woman come to see me in the study!"

"Yes, madam..."

Chubo only felt that there was a sense of the coming storm. He jumped in his temples and answered respectfully.

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Su Kui had a dull feeling in the early morning. Until the depressed emotion was verified, he could not know where the inexplicable emotion came from.

"Miss mu, madam is here. She and she asked you to look for her in the study!" Chubo whispered.

Smell speech, Su Kui picked to pick eyebrow, "go to study?"

"Yes."

"Good." It seems that people are not good at coming. Su Kui rubs his eyebrows and goes to the study and knocks on the door.

"Dudududu --"

when the song mother heard the voice, she put down her teacup and said in a deep voice, "come in."

It was a woman who came in. Song's mother looked at her critically from top to bottom. She was pretty, not much outstanding. The body is thin and tall, and the face is too thin in Song's mother's eyes.

"You are doctor mu?" she asked

The carefully outlined eyes were full of gunpowder.

Su Kui smiled bitterly, nodded and walked gracefully, saying, "I am, Hello, are you Mrs. song?" Her tone is soft and gentle, and her speaking speed is slow. She does not try to please her because of her identity.