Han Yi'er officially stepped into the Yun family's mansion...
The door of the villa opened slowly, and a middle-aged man about forty years old stood in front of her. The man's serious face was very scary.
His sharp eyes froze for a moment when they met Han Yi'er's eyes.
Why do this middle-aged man and Mr. Yun pay special attention to their eyes?
The same was true when he met Mr. Yun for the first time. It was just that he called her Yi'er when they first met and asked herself to be his fiancée, which seemed a bit strange. Although Han Yi'er had no doubts in his heart, Yun Aotian had already taken the lead in saying that he didn't want to marry Mr. Yun.
It’s okay to ask why. Besides, she just needs to do her job well and there is no need to delve into it.
"Hello." Han Yi'er nodded politely.
"Come in with me." The middle-aged man's tone was very stiff, and you could tell that he was very strict.
Following the middle-aged gentleman, he entered the mansion. The floor at the entrance was a red stall, leading to the door at the end. There were several rooms on both sides of the corridor that seemed to be servants' rooms and kitchens.
Pushing open the glass door at the end of the corridor, the living room of this villa came into view.
The decoration is unique, elegant and luxurious.
The crystal chandelier hangs in the middle, and the large leather sofa is almost as big as the side of Han Yier's bed.
Yun Aotian was wearing a nightgown and was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. His fair and strong chest muscles were exposed from the slits of the nightgown.
With such a broad and strong chest, no wonder it felt so warm and reliable when he hugged her for the first time.
I looked at the time and it was about 8 o'clock. He might not have gone to work yet.
"Master, the servant you invited is here."
After the middle-aged man finished his report, Yun Aotian put down the newspaper in his hand and looked up at Han Yi'er. Her simple and simple clothes were very different from when he saw her in the nightclub. Her pure beauty reflected her even more.
Temperament. But will the hostess have no money to buy clothes? Ha! Yun Aotian smiled contemptuously in his heart.
"Mr. Yun."
Completely ignoring Han Yi'er's politeness, Yun Aotian turned around and walked towards the escalator...
Her chest felt a little tight, maybe she was worthless to Mr. Yun now? An awkward expression filled Han Yi'er's face, and she stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.