The little fox is super pregnant, the heir-less boss is spoiling her like crazy

At noon, students have time to eat and rest in the private school.

Qiangwei was waiting in the carriage at the door. As soon as Su Wanyue got in, she immediately handed over the prepared food.

"Miss, this is for Master Murong. This is for you."

As she spoke, she handed two food boxes to Su Wanyue, then opened one of them and advised earnestly, "Miss, you must eat some food. Every day you give the food box to Mr. Murong and starve yourself."

Qiangwei was worried that Su Wanyue would do the same as before and give her lunch box to Murong Yunlang, and then go home hungry.

A few days ago, the young lady complained of stomachache. The doctor took her pulse and said that the young lady’s weakness was caused by long-term hunger.

Only then did Qiangwei guess that the young lady brought two food boxes to school every day and must have given them all to Mr. Murong, and did not eat any of them herself.

So, she specially opened it for Su Wanyue, hoping that she could finish eating first and then send the food box to Murong Yunlang.

"I'll eat here..." Su Wanyue smiled and opened another food box, then handed it to Qiangwei, "You eat with me."

Rather than letting that heartless Murong Yunlang take advantage of such delicious food, it’s better to eat it with Qiangwei.

Qiangwei was a little surprised. She didn't understand why the young lady didn't bring a lunch box for Mr. Murong. Normally, she couldn't even wait for the get out of class to be over and would sneak out early to get a lunch box for Mr. Murong.

Seeing the little girl froze, Su Wanyue asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

"Miss, are you really not going to get a lunch box for Mr. Murong?" Qiangwei was a little bit unbelievable.

"No, he doesn't deserve it." Su Wanyue replied with a smile.

Getting off the carriage, Su Wanyue found a place in the corner of the garden to do horse stance.

Before, the original owner devoted himself to Murong Yunlang, and every day his mind was filled with how to plan for Murong Yunlang, without considering himself at all.

The entire Su family was executed, leaving her alone and helpless.

A poor woman with no special skills, she was often bullied by others. Any common people could stop her and humiliate her.

As a descendant of a military family, she didn't know any tricks, which led to her tragedy.

Her father always wanted to teach her martial arts, but Murong Yunlang said that a woman should be gentle and virtuous, so she refused to continue learning martial arts with her father.

Now, the little fox just wants to master the basic skills first, and then learn martial arts with his father.

She understood that in this situation, this body needed a certain ability to protect itself.

After standing in horse stance for half an hour, she briefly reviewed the grappling techniques her father taught her several times according to her childhood memories.

When I returned to the private school in the afternoon, the teacher had not come yet.

Su Wanyue had just sat down when Murong Yunlang came to her seat, his face gloomy and he asked, "Where's my lunch box?"

"What lunch box?" Su Wanyue asked curiously.

The expression on her face was indifferent, without a trace of extraneous emotion, as if the person in front of her was just an ordinary classmate.

However, there was a hint of hatred at the corners of her tense mouth.

In the past, wherever the original owner looked, he was the one she saw, and she liked him so much.

At that time, Su Wanyue even felt that even if she gave everything she had to Murong Yunlang, she would be happy with it.

Her father and elder brother had tried their best to dissuade her, but she seemed to have lost her mind and insisted on being with Murong Yunlang.

Later, the elder brother went to the border in a fit of anger, and when he came back he was disabled. After that, the elder brother never spoke to her again.

But when the entire Su family was executed, the eldest brother still managed to send her to a safe place with his broken body, but he himself was slashed in the throat by the pursuing soldiers.

All the tragedies of the Su family were caused by this man.

A peck of rice is a favor, a peck of rice is a grudge.

Over the years, Murong Yunlang has been eating and using things from the Su family, and has taken it all for granted.

The little fox's chest rose and fell, and she touched it soothingly, thinking to herself, don't worry, I will get back what this person owes you.

"Where's the lunch box you brought?"

Murong Yunlang suppressed his unhappiness and asked.

Su Wanyue looked at Murong Yunlang with amusement. She folded her arms and replied calmly, "Of course I had lunch."

"Did you eat my share too?"

Seeing Murong Yunlang's voice suddenly rise, Su Wanyue frowned and asked in confusion, "What do you mean by your share?"

The daughter of the Minister of Rites, who was standing nearby, heard this and looked at Su Wanyue with disdain. "You're just a study-mate, and you actually dared to steal your master's meals? Master Murong, I think you'd better sell her off as soon as possible."

She used to like following Murong Yunlang with a humble and fawning look, and really looked like a little maid.

Before Murong Yunlang agreed to enter the private school with her, they made three rules: no one else was allowed to know their identities and relationship, so Su Wanyue never revealed her identity here.

She rarely showed up at the poetry gatherings of these young ladies from aristocratic families, so the princes and noble ladies in the private school had almost no idea of ​​Su Wanyue's true identity. They only thought of her as Murong Yunlang's maid.

Su Wanyue's lips curled slightly, "I brought my own lunch box, why can't I eat it?"

Hearing this, the young lady from the aristocratic family covered her lips with her round fan and chuckled softly, "The world has really changed now. A servant girl has the audacity to claim that the master's things are hers. Master Murong has treated you very well. If it weren't for Master Murong, how could a servant like you be here with us? This is a blessing you could never achieve in several lifetimes. Now, not only are you ungrateful, but you're also sharp-tongued. If a servant like you were in our mansion, we would have sold you off to human traffickers long ago."

Su Wanyue found it extremely ridiculous when she heard this. She looked up at Murong Yunlang who was standing in front of her and asked him with a smile.

"Oh, I was able to attend school because of Master Murong's kindness? Master Murong, do you still have the right to sell me out? I am Master Murong's maid?"

She asked three questions in a row, and Murong Yunlang's face was so tense that it looked as if water would drip out in the next second.

"Su Wanyue, do you really have to make me angry? Think about the consequences."

Murong Yunlang said this coldly, then turned away.

Murong Yunlang was not actually panicked. He knew Su Wanyue very well. As long as he ignored her for a while, she would not be able to help it and would come back to beg him obediently. It was like this every time.

Su Wanyue always acted humble and fawning in front of her, but today she dared to be so tough. It seemed that she had to be taught a lesson.

As soon as he sat down, his stomach growled twice at inopportune times.

He rubbed his stomach to relieve the discomfort, and drank a glass of water, which forced him to suppress his hunger.

Seeing this, Liu Qingran, who was sitting next to her, felt so distressed that her eyes turned red like a little rabbit. She walked a few steps to Su Wanyue.