Wearing a maid's uniform, Huan Huan smiled at herself in the mirror.
Consider it a new beginning.
Huanhuan's job is very simple, just cleaning the room, wiping the floor, and plastering. For her who is used to doing housework in the Su family, it is nothing at all.
She wore headphones, hummed a song, and walked back and forth in the room.
"What are you doing here?"
The voice behind him was very penetrating. Huanhuan turned around, took off his earphones, and was about to speak. As if he remembered something, he bowed slightly towards the other party, "Young Master,"
Mo Jia raised his eyebrows, glanced at her clothes, and instantly understood, "Grandpa's idea?"
Huanhuan nodded, "Yeah." Then, she turned around and said as if she was offering a gift, "Hey, does this dress look good? I've only seen it on TV before, but I didn't expect that someone actually wears it like this!"
Huan Huan smiled happily.
Mojia's eyes were focused, as if he were looking at the essence through phenomena, but the phenomena were unclear and the essence was fuzzy. Even if he had the ability to turn corruption into magic, he could not turn an idiot into a genius.
Obviously, this little woman who can entertain herself in a maid uniform is the former.
He looked back, not wanting to kill the brain cells in her body.
His study was very simple, with a few bookcases, recliners, and desks, but the space was surprisingly large. Huanhuan's hard work in cleaning was just the tip of the iceberg. As time went by, she couldn't help but start to complain, "Land resources are so scarce now, we should save more."
That’s right! Sitting alone in such a big office would make walking even tiring.”
After finally wiping the bookcase, Huan Huan wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned around, and his eyes instantly caught the jade-like man lying on the recliner.
He lowered his head slightly, holding a book in his hand. The sunlight came in from the side and enveloped half of his body. His long hair was spread out, and occasionally a few strands fell down on his cheeks.
Quiet and picturesque.
Huanhuan was obsessed with it again.
It was the first time she met a man with long hair.
This is the first time I see such a handsome man with long hair.
She would think it was inappropriate for other men to have long hair, but he wouldn't. It seemed like this was the look he should be suitable for.
Just as he was about to dig deeper, someone suddenly raised his head and met his eyes unexpectedly. Huan Huan's heartbeat stopped, his face turned red, he lowered his head hurriedly, and wiped the table desperately.
Do you want to be so embarrassed?
She wiped and wiped, hoping to wipe off the top-grade paint.
Mojia closed the book, put his hands behind his head, and stared in her direction. The more embarrassed she was, the more his eyebrows stretched.
Gradually, even the corners of his mouth began to curl up slightly.
Even if Huanhuan didn't look back, she could still feel his gaze. It was so cold and so... different that it was difficult for her to ignore it even if she tried to hypnotize herself.
His whole body felt like it was on fire, and his earlobes were so red that they seemed to be bleeding.
Can't stand it!
She threw away the rag and turned around to glare at him, "Master, will you hinder my sacred work?"
Mo Jia seemed to be in a good mood, his cold face was not so cold, he adjusted his posture comfortably, and let his long hair flow like a waterfall.
Huan Huan's heart missed another beat in vain, and she only felt that there was warmth surging freely between her nose.