Chapter 22 Is the Madman Mr.?

Chapter 22 Is the Madman Mr.?

"You should all just give up on life."

The moment Jukiro finished speaking, Yunyang felt as if the air around her had frozen, and even the wind had stopped flowing.

Oh no, Barbie Q is gone.

She, Yun Yang, a post-2000s generation, is here today to destroy the workplace!

Just as Yunyang's brain went blank, pondering which lying position she should adopt to appear more peaceful.

Fu Xiaoting, who had been slumped in his wheelchair and too lazy to even lift his eyelids, moved.

With a powerful push of his long legs, he stood up directly from his dilapidated wheelchair.

The wheelchair lost its balance and rolled to the side.

Fu Xiaoting didn't even glance at it, but stretched his limbs, his movements as swift as if he had just finished a set of calisthenics.

He walked to the edge of the cliff, looked up at the almost 90-degree steep cliff face, and without saying a word, he used his hands and feet to climb up like a gecko.

The bodyguards around were dumbfounded.

Sir's legs...aren't they useless?

An Jing was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Pointing at Fu Xiaoting's back, his voice changed tone.

"I...I knew you were faking it..."

Before she could finish speaking, a black bodyguard next to her reacted quickly, covering her mouth and grabbing her by the back of her collar like a chick, and climbed up the cliff with her.

Yun Yang muttered to herself.

It seems to be the one who threw away the silent phone.

Is he a quiet boyfriend?

Unfortunately, she was a bit face-blind; in her eyes, these black bodyguards all looked like they were made from the same mold, and she couldn't tell them apart at all.

In the blink of an eye, only Yun Yang and Ju Ji Luo remained below the cliff.

The bodyguards seemed to have taken a Snickers bar; they were all energized and climbed up in no time, disappearing from sight.

Looking at the empty surroundings, Yun Yang felt a sudden sense of panic.

No way? No way?

They're not going to just leave themselves here, are they?

Her athletic ability is good enough to pass the university physical fitness test, but rock climbing is way beyond the required level.

Just when all hope seemed lost, Gukiro pulled a bundle of rope out of his backpack.

Without saying a word, he deftly wrapped his arms around Yun Yang several times, tied a tight knot, and then tossed her onto his back.

Giulio led her and began to climb up.

Yun Yang was so shaken that she felt dizzy and her stomach churned.

Back on the winding mountain road, Jukiro's gaze inadvertently swept over Yunyang's belly.

It was bulging there, like it was carrying a ball.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, but he said nothing.

...

Finally, before sunset, the group returned to Xiaoyuan.

Looking at the familiar Gothic architecture before her, Yun Yang let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if she had just escaped death and come back to life.

For the first time, she felt that staying in Xiaoyuan was actually quite good.

With her small frame and limited fighting ability, she probably wouldn't survive as long as a mosquito in that harsh environment.

Yunyang went back to her room and changed into clean clothes.

When she came out again, Jujiro was standing in Fu Xiaoting's study, bowing his head and apologizing.

"Sir, they got away again. It's my fault for not doing a good job and failing to find any trace of those assassins."

Fu Xiaoting stood with his back to him in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the gloomy sky outside. His cold profile was taut, as if he was thinking about some important countermeasure.

The atmosphere in the entire study was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Yunyang stood at the door, not daring to even breathe.

However, Fu Xiaoting's true feelings were clearly heard by her at that moment.

It's cloudy today, and I'm craving hot pot.

Yun Yang: "..."

What a waste of the somber atmosphere and Giulio's face, which looked like he was about to cry.

After contemplating this important matter, Fu Xiaoting turned around, opened the drawer of his desk, and looked for something.

After searching for a long time, the drawer was completely empty.

Where's my pen? My pen is gone!

His inner thoughts were filled with frustration and confusion.

Yunyang quickly ran to a cabinet in the corner of the study and pulled open the cabinet door.

The next second, a dense array of fountain pens and brand-new white porcelain cups were neatly arranged in the cabinet, almost blinding people.

She was internally ranting and raving.

Xiaoting, Xiaoting, how dare you have doubts?

Don't you realize that you spend all day either poking the table with your pen or smashing cups? If the supply of pens and cups from Xiaoyuan were even slightly slower, it wouldn't be able to keep up with your consumption rate.

Fu Xiaoting took the pen Yun Yang handed him, then pulled out a piece of paper and started drawing on it.

His paintings are very abstract, and the lines are very rough.

A large round table with a pot in the center, steaming inside, surrounded by a circle of little figures in various shapes.

Jukiro leaned over for a look, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his serious face.

He stared at the painting, his brow furrowed, as if trying to decipher some earth-shattering code.

A few seconds later, he suddenly realized something, and his eyes lit up.

"Sir, I understand!"

"You mean to gather all the suspects at Xiaoyuan Garden, hold a banquet, and let them slip up when they're off guard!"

"That's brilliant!"

Jujiro looked at Fu Xiaoting with admiration.

"I'll take care of it right away! Tell everyone that we're holding a banquet at Xiaoyuan Garden to celebrate your leg injury recovery!"

After saying that, he was as energetic as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and turned to walk out, ready to carry out this great plan.

Yunyang stood to the side, dumbfounded.

She glanced at Fu Xiaoting's scribbles, then at Jujiro's retreating figure.

Is it possible?

Xiaoting just wanted to eat hot pot!

Yun Yang's gaze finally fell on the crooked scar that Fu Xiaoting had applied, and she mentally cursed him.

I hope you're not faking your muteness...

Yunyang knew that her moment to shine had arrived.

She gave an exaggerated and surprised look, pointing at the painting and saying...

"Oh! Sir, what you drew reminds me of hot pot!"

"It's getting cold today, how about we have hot pot tonight? It would be so nice to have everyone gathered around, having a lively time!"

Upon hearing this, Fu Xiaoting glanced at her with his deep eyes, still wearing that deadpan expression, not even bothering to nod.

But deep down, he was overjoyed.

Yay! Yay!

I want crispy fried pork! Freshly fried! Also, handmade egg dumplings, handmade beef balls, pink mini hamburgers...

Yun Yang: "!"

The boss just needs to say a few words, but the employees have to run themselves ragged.

She's a nanny, not a kitchen worker at a conveyor belt hot pot restaurant...

kitchen.

After frying the crispy pork, Yunyang pounded the beef.

Two hours later, a sumptuous hot pot feast was served.

Fu Xiaoting ate to his heart's content, and his icy expression softened considerably.

That evening, when Yunyang went to make his bed, he leaned against the headboard and waved his hand.

A stack of money flew precisely into Yunyang's arms.

The broth was really well-cooked, spicy and fragrant...

Yunyang looked down and saw that it was another 50,000 yuan.

She left Fu Xiaoting's bedroom with a smug look on her face.

For safety's sake, as soon as I went out, I stuffed them all into the front of my clothes, making them bulge.

Only after doing all this did she feel relieved enough to prepare to go downstairs.

Unexpectedly, just as I reached the corner of the stairs, I bumped into Giuchiro.

Giulio's gaze, like a searchlight, was fixed intently on her stomach.

His gaze was so sharp it seemed to see right through her.

"During your interview, you said you were pregnant."

His voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

Yun Yang looked bewildered, then realized that she had indeed talked nonsense.

"I'm sorry, housekeeper, I lied to you that day..."

Giulio tilted his chin towards her stomach.

"So what's wrong with your stomach right now?"

Yun Yang was taken aback and looked down at her bulging belly.

Oh, you mean this money.

"It was all given to me by the master, it has nothing to do with me..."

Giuchiro: "How did you give it to me?"

Yun Yang blinked twice: "He just finished making the bed, and then he gave it to me..."

However, these words were interpreted in a completely different way by Giulio.

In the pupils of Giulio, an 8-magnitude earthquake suddenly occurred.

He stared intently at Yun Yang's belly, his voice trembling.

"For the master?"

Yun Yang nodded without hesitation, giving him an affirmative answer.

"Um!"