Chapter: 469
The sudden knock on the door shocked both people in the room.
Su Meng opened the door, stood by the door, frowned and looked at everything in the room, "What's wrong?"
Especially the person who was holding the fragments in her hand, her face paled in fright, she knelt on the ground with a plop, her fingers unconsciously grasped the porcelain piece in the palm of her hand, and a bright red color slipped from her fingers, dripping on It is very conspicuous on the snow-white carpet.
She was even frightened, just kneeling, unable to speak a word.
It was sweet. She almost jumped up from the wheelchair when she heard the knock on the door, but when she saw the frightened look of the next person, she was relieved again.
She propped her head with one hand and said weakly, "Sister-in-law, your servants are too clumsy. You just smashed the Song Dynasty porcelain bowl on the coffee table! It woke me up."
The man knelt on the ground, her body shaking more severely, and she opened her dry lips, trying to defend herself.
But against Su Meng's gaze, her throat seemed to be stuck with glue, and she couldn't make a sound.
She closed her eyes weakly, thinking that she would be ruined in the next half of her life, either in jail, or to pay a huge sum of money to work in vain. Su Meng spoke, and said something that she didn't expect.
Su Meng knelt down, picked up the broken tiles on the ground, took a look, looked at the person in front of him, curled his mouth, "Nothing, it's not a rare antique, it's just a fake bought on the side of the road. Don't. Cry, don't be afraid."
These words made the servant take a breath, she gasped, and looked at Su Meng dimly with tears, confirming to her in a low voice, "Really, really?"
Su Meng nodded affirmatively, patted her shoulders lightly, "It's true. Don't be afraid. Don't say that this bowl was not broken by you. Even if you broke it, you can tell the housekeeper carefully. Something."
When the little girl heard Su Meng's gentle words, her tears flowed down. She wiped the tears with her sleeve, crying so hard.
"Thanks, thank you, grandma, thank you, grandma."
Su Meng patted her shoulder comfortingly, "Okay, it's okay."
Gan Tiantian, who was in the wheelchair, pulled her lips contemptuously when she saw Su Meng's gentle look.
Pretending to be, and don't know who to show it to!
After comforting her servant, Su Meng raised her head and looked at Sweet Sweet with her black and white eyes, her eyes sharp as if she could pierce people's hearts.
Gan Tiantian was bleak by the look in her eyes, and she unconsciously buckled the armrest of the wheelchair with her fingers.
"What, what's wrong?"
Su Meng stood up and glanced at her meaningfully, "Miss Gan, do you have anything you want to say?"
Sweetheart's heart is beating like thunder, her palms are flustered with sweat, and she stammers, "I, what can I say?"
But she started to play the snare drum in her heart, how much did Su Meng hear just now?
She won't know what she pretended to be sick, right?
Su Meng sneered silently in her heart looking at the sweet and sweet expression that couldn't hide the panic.
Good dishes are served slowly one by one. She takes notes one by one for everything she does, and will naturally take it back one by one when the time comes.
A gleam of cold light flashed across her eyes, but the words she said made Tiantian a sigh of relief.
"Miss Gan, I just heard that this antique plate was broken by you, not by this little girl." JrNovels.com
Su Meng opened the door, stood by the door, frowned and looked at everything in the room, "What's wrong?"
Especially the person who was holding the fragments in her hand, her face paled in fright, she knelt on the ground with a plop, her fingers unconsciously grasped the porcelain piece in the palm of her hand, and a bright red color slipped from her fingers, dripping on It is very conspicuous on the snow-white carpet.
She was even frightened, just kneeling, unable to speak a word.
It was sweet. She almost jumped up from the wheelchair when she heard the knock on the door, but when she saw the frightened look of the next person, she was relieved again.
She propped her head with one hand and said weakly, "Sister-in-law, your servants are too clumsy. You just smashed the Song Dynasty porcelain bowl on the coffee table! It woke me up."
The man knelt on the ground, her body shaking more severely, and she opened her dry lips, trying to defend herself.
But against Su Meng's gaze, her throat seemed to be stuck with glue, and she couldn't make a sound.
She closed her eyes weakly, thinking that she would be ruined in the next half of her life, either in jail, or to pay a huge sum of money to work in vain. Su Meng spoke, and said something that she didn't expect.
Su Meng knelt down, picked up the broken tiles on the ground, took a look, looked at the person in front of him, curled his mouth, "Nothing, it's not a rare antique, it's just a fake bought on the side of the road. Don't. Cry, don't be afraid."
These words made the servant take a breath, she gasped, and looked at Su Meng dimly with tears, confirming to her in a low voice, "Really, really?"
Su Meng nodded affirmatively, patted her shoulders lightly, "It's true. Don't be afraid. Don't say that this bowl was not broken by you. Even if you broke it, you can tell the housekeeper carefully. Something."
When the little girl heard Su Meng's gentle words, her tears flowed down. She wiped the tears with her sleeve, crying so hard.
"Thanks, thank you, grandma, thank you, grandma."
Su Meng patted her shoulder comfortingly, "Okay, it's okay."
Gan Tiantian, who was in the wheelchair, pulled her lips contemptuously when she saw Su Meng's gentle look.
Pretending to be, and don't know who to show it to!
After comforting her servant, Su Meng raised her head and looked at Sweet Sweet with her black and white eyes, her eyes sharp as if she could pierce people's hearts.
Gan Tiantian was bleak by the look in her eyes, and she unconsciously buckled the armrest of the wheelchair with her fingers.
"What, what's wrong?"
Su Meng stood up and glanced at her meaningfully, "Miss Gan, do you have anything you want to say?"
Sweetheart's heart is beating like thunder, her palms are flustered with sweat, and she stammers, "I, what can I say?"
But she started to play the snare drum in her heart, how much did Su Meng hear just now?
She won't know what she pretended to be sick, right?
Su Meng sneered silently in her heart looking at the sweet and sweet expression that couldn't hide the panic.
Good dishes are served slowly one by one. She takes notes one by one for everything she does, and will naturally take it back one by one when the time comes.
A gleam of cold light flashed across her eyes, but the words she said made Tiantian a sigh of relief.
"Miss Gan, I just heard that this antique plate was broken by you, not by this little girl." JrNovels.com
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