MTL - Husband Indulges In Hidden Marriage-Chapter 72 Little madman, the young master wants to see you

Chapter 72: Little madman, the young master wants to see you

 The door was locked.

Soph rubbed her wrists, lay down on the bed, and stayed in bed for as long as she could.

 It is better to be in confinement than in a dark room.

 As for going out?

She doesn't want to go out yet. At least, she needs to heal her throat first, and preferably her face as well.

 Otherwise, if you run away with this face on your face, you will frighten the children, and you will easily be caught.

Soph fell asleep again within ten minutes after lying down.

 At night, the little lunatic who was imprisoned still did not make any movement.

　　The maid guarding the door felt something was wrong. She didn't eat or drink for a whole day, but she didn't make any fuss?

 This is not in line with her temper.

The maid took the key, opened the lock, opened the door and took a look. The little madman was still sleeping on the bed.

 “What a pig.” The maid mocked and closed the door.

Except for Xu Xiaomin, the three people who were punished last time, the other two maids were beaten until their faces turned into pig heads.

 He was physically injured, kicked off the list of servants, lost all value, and left with a generous reward.

 out of revenge, the maid did not prepare food and water for Su Fu.

I thought to myself that nothing would happen if she was starved for a meal or two.

 Soph woke up again, it was already the next day.

She opened her eyes, her mind was confused and she was extremely hungry.

 She got up, came to the door, and knocked: "Give me something to eat."

 There was no movement outside the door.

Su Fu didn’t believe in evil. She clenched her hands into fists and knocked on the door several times: “Is there anyone, please bring me something to eat?”

She put her ear to the door and vaguely heard a faint laugh.

 It turns out there is someone.

 It seems that someone is deliberately trying to make things difficult for her.

With a melancholy sigh, Su Fu lamented that her life was really miserable.

She snorted coldly, "When Shangguan Ling comes back, I'll have some good fruit for you."

Enduring the stomach cramps, she returned to bed and lay quietly.

Tomorrow is the birthday party for the daughter of the Zhao family. As promised to Gu Jinglan, Shangguan Ling returned to the imperial capital a day early.

 Back at the castle, after washing away his fatigue, Harry climbed onto his shoulder mischievously, rubbing his face affectionately with his furry little head.

He grabbed Harry casually, and even the naughty Harry became a lot better.

 The little lunatic never learns well.

The housekeeper came to the bedroom door and knocked on the door, "Master, dinner is ready. Do you want to start dinner now?"

"Um."

With a lazy response, Shangguan Ling hugged Harry and walked out of the bedroom.

 In the palace-style retro restaurant, the long dining table is large enough to accommodate thirty people dining together at the same time.

Shangguan Ling sat at the front seat, holding Harry in his arms. He took the hot towel from the servant, washed his hands, and then picked up the chopsticks.

The table was full of delicious food, but he couldn't whet his appetite.

 After eating a few hasty bites, I put down my chopsticks.

Ying’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, “Jiangchuan.”

Jiang Chuan, who was waiting at his side, took a step forward and said, "Master, please give me your orders."

 “How is the little madman doing?”

Logically speaking, after being locked up tightly for two days, it should have restrained itself.

 “Master, I’m not sure.”

Jiang Chuan was telling the truth. He paused and asked tentatively: "How about I go bring the little lunatic here?"

 He watched the whole process. The young master had not eaten much since the beginning of the meal.

　　　Must be that there is little appetite.

 As for who has lost appetite, it’s probably because of the little lunatic.

Shangguan Ling did not speak, his **** thin lips curled up slightly, and he lowered his head to scratch his chin.

 “Meow.” Harry raised his paw and played with his hand.

 (End of this chapter)