Mo Tieyi attached great importance to his upcoming granddaughter-in-law, and deliberately ordered the kitchen to prepare dishes from various countries.
Sister Zhong directed everyone to clean the villa again. Huanhuan was transferred to the lobby early in the morning and was responsible for the cleaning there.
"What do you think the future young lady will look like?"
"Who knows, but the one our old man can fall in love with must be a beauty!"
"Haha, I only need the young master to like it!
Several people nearby were talking quietly. Huanhuan had never been interested in gossip. She put her earphones into her ears and hummed along with the music. She just wanted to finish her own business quickly so she could go back to her room and watch the instructional video.
"The young master is here!"
Someone let out a low exclamation, everyone dispersed with a huff, and the surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet.
As soon as Mojia walked into the living room, he saw her. He walked straight over and stood behind her. Huanhuan didn't notice it at all, humming a tuneless song and cleaning happily by himself, and occasionally twitching to the music.
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"Who put you here?"
His voice is not high, very soft, but very penetrating.
Huanhuan was stunned, turned around and saw that it was him, and immediately took off her headphones, "Oh, Sister Zhong said she didn't have enough manpower, so she asked me to come over and help." After saying that, she grinned at him.
Laugh, laugh, face a guy who doesn't know when he will turn into a cruel and evil man, she has to smile flatteringly, smile flatteringly, so that this guy can't pull out her little whip!
Mo Jia turned around and left without saying a word.
Huan Huan got used to it, shrugged, put on his headphones again, hummed a song, and cleaned as fast as he could.
Sister Zhong was in the garden instructing the gardener to prune. When she saw Mo Jia approaching, she stepped forward and said, "Master, is something wrong?"
Mo Jia's eyes were cold and cold, as if his handsome face was covered by mist, hiding an unkind arrogance that was about to explode, "I told you, that woman is following me."
Sister Zhong was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that the young master was referring to Huanhuan, and quickly said, "Master, Miss Su will be arriving in the afternoon, and we don't have enough manpower. I'm afraid..."
"Whether she comes or not has nothing to do with me. In short, no one can touch my people." After saying that, Mojia turned and left.
Back in the living room, Huanhuan was still working hard. He strode over, picked her up and took her upstairs.
"Hey, I haven't finished cleaning yet!" Huan Huan was carried awkwardly by him, awkwardly accepting the attention gifts along the way.
"It's not your turn to do these things."
His cold and domineering tone made everyone take a breath, and Huan Huan was even more horrified.
Could it be that this man has changed his gender? Does he know how to show compassion to his subordinates?
The fantasy was complete, and she was so moved that tears filled her eyes. It seemed that she had not followed the wrong boss!
As soon as the two people left, there was an explosion in the hall.
"The young master treats this woman...is that what we think?"
"Master has never valued anyone so much, alas, it is clear to the maid before the young lady in the future.
The more everyone talked, the more excited they became, because they were all worried that the world would not be in chaos, and the excitement would be for nothing!
Huanhuan was dragged upstairs by Mo Jia and taken directly to the study, "You stay here."
It's hard to tell who he is angry with, but Huanhuan can clearly see that he is unhappy, so it is definitely better not to offend him.
She randomly pulled out a book to read, it was about finance, and she fell asleep while reading it. She raised her head and glanced at the long-haired handsome man who was still concentrating on operating the computer. Huanhuan held her chin in one hand and enjoyed it comfortably.
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She also began to be a little curious, what kind of woman could marry this man?