Chapter: 375
Fu Xiaoyao lowered her head knowing she was wrong, "Okay, I won't talk anymore, you continue."
Lu Hanchuan withdrew his gaze and continued, "After that, I asked Qiao Mu to keep watching Tang Yi, knowing that Tang Yi is more mysterious than I imagined."
"How to say?" Fu Xiaoyao blinked.
Lu Hanchuan shook his head and did not speak.
Fu Xiaoyao waited for a while, seeing that he still had no intention of speaking, she knew that he would not answer, and felt a little disappointed.
However, this sense of loss didn't last long and disappeared, because it was not easy for him to answer her so much.
"Han Chuan, the chicken soup is getting cold, drink it quickly, I'll take the bowl down after drinking it." Fu Xiaoyao urged.
Lu Hanchuan hummed, picked up the spoon again and drank the soup spoon by spoon.
After drinking, Fu Xiaoyao took the bowl and left. Her bowl of soup was still waiting for her to go downstairs to drink it.
The next day, as Lu Hanchuan said, the etiquette teacher came to the villa to report.
Fu Xiaoyao looked at the etiquette teacher in front of her. She was about 30 or 40 years old, with blond hair and no smile. She was a standard western lady.
For some reason, Fu Xiaoyao was a little afraid of her and always felt that she was very strict.
"Mrs. Lu, let's start." The etiquette teacher said to Fu Xiaoyao expressionlessly.
Fu Xiaoyao nodded blankly, "Okay."
In the following time, Fu Xiaoyao experienced what is called hell.
The etiquette teacher's standards are too strict, as long as she fails to meet her standards a little bit, she has to redo it ten or twenty times until muscle memory is formed.
After two hours, she had already been tortured so badly that sweat oozed from her forehead.
Aunt Song watched with trepidation, fearing that the child in her stomach would be harmed.
"Teacher, let our wife take a rest." Aunt Song persuaded.
The etiquette teacher was unmoved and ignored Aunt Song, staring straight at Fu Xiaoyao with a pair of sharp blue eyes, "Mrs. Lu, your smile is too stiff, the corners of your lips are naturally raised, bite the chopsticks so that you don't fall off." .�
"Good teacher." Fu Xiaoyao replied out of breath.
The etiquette teacher walks around her with a teaching stick, and if there is a slight problem with her smile or standing posture, she will hit her with a stick and hit her buttocks.
Although it didn't hurt, Fu Xiaoyao still felt a little ashamed.
She was spanked as a child and never got spanked as an adult.
She didn't expect to experience it again now. JrNovels.com
Lu Hanchuan withdrew his gaze and continued, "After that, I asked Qiao Mu to keep watching Tang Yi, knowing that Tang Yi is more mysterious than I imagined."
"How to say?" Fu Xiaoyao blinked.
Lu Hanchuan shook his head and did not speak.
Fu Xiaoyao waited for a while, seeing that he still had no intention of speaking, she knew that he would not answer, and felt a little disappointed.
However, this sense of loss didn't last long and disappeared, because it was not easy for him to answer her so much.
"Han Chuan, the chicken soup is getting cold, drink it quickly, I'll take the bowl down after drinking it." Fu Xiaoyao urged.
Lu Hanchuan hummed, picked up the spoon again and drank the soup spoon by spoon.
After drinking, Fu Xiaoyao took the bowl and left. Her bowl of soup was still waiting for her to go downstairs to drink it.
The next day, as Lu Hanchuan said, the etiquette teacher came to the villa to report.
Fu Xiaoyao looked at the etiquette teacher in front of her. She was about 30 or 40 years old, with blond hair and no smile. She was a standard western lady.
For some reason, Fu Xiaoyao was a little afraid of her and always felt that she was very strict.
"Mrs. Lu, let's start." The etiquette teacher said to Fu Xiaoyao expressionlessly.
Fu Xiaoyao nodded blankly, "Okay."
In the following time, Fu Xiaoyao experienced what is called hell.
The etiquette teacher's standards are too strict, as long as she fails to meet her standards a little bit, she has to redo it ten or twenty times until muscle memory is formed.
After two hours, she had already been tortured so badly that sweat oozed from her forehead.
Aunt Song watched with trepidation, fearing that the child in her stomach would be harmed.
"Teacher, let our wife take a rest." Aunt Song persuaded.
The etiquette teacher was unmoved and ignored Aunt Song, staring straight at Fu Xiaoyao with a pair of sharp blue eyes, "Mrs. Lu, your smile is too stiff, the corners of your lips are naturally raised, bite the chopsticks so that you don't fall off." .�
"Good teacher." Fu Xiaoyao replied out of breath.
The etiquette teacher walks around her with a teaching stick, and if there is a slight problem with her smile or standing posture, she will hit her with a stick and hit her buttocks.
Although it didn't hurt, Fu Xiaoyao still felt a little ashamed.
She was spanked as a child and never got spanked as an adult.
She didn't expect to experience it again now. JrNovels.com
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