The old maid gradually walked towards Han Yi'er, with a kind smile on her face: "What's your name, Xiao Han?"
This old maid exudes an irresistible sense of intimacy, and when she looks at him, she is completely different from Mr. Yun and Butler Li. She is not just looking at her own eyes.
She barely sketched a smile, not sure if it would appear false. The smile was out of reach for her, and now she just missed it. Han Yi'er could feel that the relationship between her and Yun Aotian seemed to be similar to that of the people in this mansion.
It’s hard to blend together: “My name is Yi’er.”
The old maid smiled again, stretched out her wrinkled hands and stroked Han Yi'er's delicate face: "My child, where are you from?"
"Fu'an people."
"Fu'an..." The old maid's eyes revealed nostalgia and she sighed meaningfully. Her hand caressing Han Yi'er's face quickly put down: "Haha, I'm sorry Yi'er, my rough hands will definitely hurt you.
His face, right?"
The old maid's hand calluses did hurt her face, but this feeling was so comfortable...
Her mother had never touched her like this before, and she really wanted to experience the feeling of being touched like this. Han Yi'er was dissatisfied and a little sad. The maid in front of her was about the same age as her mother. The kind and close feeling made her feel comfortable, and she longed for the feeling of love.
All of a sudden it comes from a feeling.
She smiled, a very light smile, her cold expression disappeared, and her beautiful light smile became even more dazzling: "No, it doesn't hurt. What should I call you?"
"Haha, call me Aunt Zhang."
He nodded shyly, the crack in his heart seemed to be slowly healing, and he might be able to find his own happiness in the Yun family.
"Xiaohan." Xiaoxuan, assigned by Butler Li, greeted Han Yi'er.
As seen at first glance, Han Yi'er is kind and lovable. Han Yi'er still maintains the same smile: "Hello, what should I call you?" Although he knew her name was Xiaoxuan, he was new here after all.
Servants should ask for their honorific title without asking their age.
"Just call me Xiaoxuan." Xiaoxuan's smile was very sweet, and she couldn't help but gradually lift Han Yi'er's original despair...
Yun Aotian was getting ready to go to work when he walked down the escalator on the second floor. His sharp eyes happened to see the faint smile on Han Yi'er's face...
This smile is familiar and...
Make him hate it!
He wants to wipe away all her smiles!!!
He walked towards Han Yi'er and others with a gloomy face. When he stopped in front of Han Yi'er, the only smile on her face disappeared...