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　　Chapter 332 - Every time I see it, I smash it!

　　The next morning.

　　Feng Lixin got up early as a rule.

　　Butler Mo was arranging his personal clothes for him. She had to ensure that Feng Lixin's body was dry everyday and maintain the wetness of his skin.

　　"First Young Master took the brocade box last night, which was the box that held the marriage certificate of Second Young Master and his wife. He didn't know why, but he brought it back later on. "It seems like Madam isn't willing to watch it!"

　　Butler Mo reported to Feng Lixin on the development of Second Young Master and Madam Xueluo's relations.h.i.+p.

　　It was already very rare for Second Young Master to give Xueluo wife the marriage certificate.

　　"Sigh." Feng Lixin sighed, "Is there still a need to guess, it must be that brat's att.i.tude towards things! If it wasn't to roar first, then it's to scream first. How would it give Xueluo the mood to see his so-called present! "

　　Housekeeper Mo tolerated it, but in the end, he did not tell First Young Master Feng Lixin: Nanny An said that Second Young Master had beaten up Xueluo's wife again last night!

　　If he didn't put it nicely, Butler Mo would be rendered speechless by such a direct and crude method.

　　"It's not good to just let them be so noisy."

　　After pondering for a moment, Feng Lixin seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then he said: "Old Mo, take that purple sandalwood box with you, and treat it as my gift to Xueluo once again."

　　"The rosewood box?" Butler Mo was slightly startled, "First Young Master, that is..."

　　Butler Mo wanted to say something, but hesitated, "What if Second Young Master sees this, who knows how he will get angry!"

　　"It's fine if we don't let Xinglang see it!" Feng Lixin sighed.

　　"But this rosewood box is the only relic that Second Young Master's mother left him!" Butler Mo reminded.

　　"The key thing is that Xinglang doesn't even want it! Smash after smas.h.!.+ "Sigh …"

　　Feng Lixin let out another helpless sigh.

　　The rosewood box was already riddled with holes from Feng Xinglang's smas.h.i.+ng. Butler Mo had already invited the carpenter several times to repair it.

　　"That's true... If you leave it with the Second Young Master, it would be better to leave it in the custody of Madam Xueluo! "

　　Butler Mo felt that First Young Master Feng Lixin's idea was not bad. Without a doubt, it was the most suitable place to keep it under the care of Xueluo's wife.