The old housekeeper thought for a while, and hesitated, "The young master is in such a bad mood, is it because Miss Xia...because he quarreled with her?"

"What?" Assistant An opened his eyes in surprise and hesitated, "This...Is it impossible?"

Although it is logically possible, first Mr. Tang and Miss Xue Er’s wedding date was set, and then Miss Xia left, and then their boss began to keep their doors closed... However, people like their boss will be because Have such a huge reaction to such a trivial matter as arguing with a woman?

He didn't even think about it...

No matter what the reason is, he must meet people today!

Assistant An helplessly pestered the old housekeeper, "Uncle Yu, please help me to ask for instructions again. I have to see Mr. Tang today!"

The old butler sighed, "Well, I'll go up and ask for you!"

"Okay, trouble you!"

...

In the study, the man sits quietly in front of the huge French window, with a sharp silhouette, and his back like a weathered rock. If it weren't for the smoky gray curtains that were gently flipped by the wind, one would almost think that it was a medieval oil painting, simple, heavy and silent.

The old butler didn't dare to disturb him for a while, and stood there for a while before speaking, "Master, Assistant An is still waiting below."

"I know." After a few seconds of silence, the man replied slowly, seeming to be returning from another world to the world to answer his words.

Then there are no other languages.

The old butler stood there, not knowing what to say for a while.

It is useless for others to persuade what the young master decides. Of course, he dare not persuade.

He is quite old, but he can't stand the stimulation of the young master's anger.

The old housekeeper sighed and was about to turn around. He suddenly remembered something. After a few thoughts, he turned around and took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. "Master, this was when I moved before. I was on the sofa in the living room. The one picked up nearby seems to have been left by Miss Xia..."

Just when he thought the young master would not have any response, he actually saw him slowly turning the wheelchair.

This is the first time the young master has turned around in the past three days, looking directly at him for the first time.

The old butler was stunned, and quickly stepped forward and handed him the note.

Tang Jue took the note, as if it was not a thin piece of paper, but the priceless He's Bi.

Slowly opening the folded paper, the girl's familiar handwriting came into view.

The words are like their own, free and unrestrained, a little messy, but they are very serious.

The note is written on the method of rehabilitation and massage. More than a dozen points of attention are listed one by one. Later, she used her unique drawing technique to draw acupoint diagrams. The most noticeable thing is that the other blank areas of the paper are written Full of the same word...

It's a "chen" word...

"Young master... Young master? Is there any problem with this?" Seeing the young master staring at the paper for a long time, the old housekeeper thought there was something in the paper.

He opened it before and read it, didn't he just write about rehabilitation methods and some doodles?

Forgive him for being older and not understanding the special meaning of Xiaoyoung's repeated writing of certain words on paper...

It’s quite an ordinary piece of paper. He could just throw it away, but he has been a housekeeper for so many years. He is cautious by nature, and he thought that it might be Master Xia’s stuff. He still kept it, but he forgot about the things he had been busy moving before. Say.