Hubby's Deep Lo Chapter 850 My husband can eat you up (6)

Chapter 850: 850 My husband can eat you up (6)

"I..."

Seeing her look as if she couldn’t remember anything, Eleven laughed.

She had been through this many times, so she understood what it was like to wake up early in the morning. She told her honestly, "Don’t worry, even though you were drunk, you didn’t cause any trouble. We were going to take you home, but seeing that there was no one else there, we didn’t feel it was safe, so we brought you to our place."

"Your... home?"

Song Jia glanced around the room she was in.

The decor was luxurious, in a European architectural style, and all the furniture was clearly top-notch, which made her think for a moment that she was in a hotel.

Realizing what was happening, with a surprised look, she controlled her voice and asked, "Your home means... your and Gu Liancheng’s home?"

"Yeah."

"Oh my God... I’ve actually ended up at Fourth Master Gu’s home?"

"Are you that surprised?" Eleven chuckled, "This is just one of the smaller places. You don’t know, he has his own palace-style villa that’s several thousand square meters. That place is truly huge, it has everything. I was also stunned the first time I went there."

"Several thousand square meters??"

Eleven nodded, "One of these days, I’ll take you there for a tour. It will definitely be an eye-opener."

Song Jia nodded gratefully, clutching the blanket with a bit of excitement.

Forget about other places, even just sitting here felt magical.

Gu Liancheng was originally a distant figure on the screen, only to be admired from afar. Usually, they could only gather together and fantasize about him, who could have thought they’d end up directly in his house?

"Madam, is your friend awake?" Aunt Fang came in, "You’re awake, Miss Song."

"It’s our housekeeper."

"Hello Auntie!"

"Hello, Miss Song. I’ve already made some sobering soup for you. You were so drunk last night; you must have a bad headache this morning."

"Thank you, Auntie. I’m sorry to have troubled you."

"It’s no trouble," Aunt Fang was always kind, "As a friend of the madam, please make yourself at home."

"Thank you, I will come down soon."

After Aunt Fang left, Eleven explained to her, "Aunt Fang has been with us for many years, taking care of our daily needs. She’s very easy to talk to and takes good care of people, like a mother figure to us."

When it was time to be spoiled, she was spoiled; when respect was due, respect was given. Eleven treated Aunt Fang like a mother, never as just a servant.

Right?

Compared to her biological mother, Aunt Fang had done so much more for her.

Eleven found a clean set of clothes for Song Jia, and they went out.

"Ah!" Song Jia let out a startled yelp as she started to go downstairs.

Eleven turned to see her steadying herself on the banister as if she were about to fall.

"What’s wrong? Still feeling drunk? Shall I help you?"

"No, no need..." her voice quivered, but her gaze was fixed on a point ahead.

Following her line of sight, Eleven pondered, and there was only one person in the direction she was looking at – Gu Liancheng.

He was elegantly having breakfast at the dining table. Hearing the noise from their side, he looked up.

"Qianxun..." Song Jia’s voice still shook a bit, "Gu... Mr. Gu... why are you at home..."

"This is our home, of course, he’s at home," Eleven couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction, "Where else should he be? You look terrified. What, do you think my husband is going to eat you?"

"You didn’t tell me your husband was at home..." the words came out in a near sob.