Xichen's eyes were wide open at this time, and his dark pupils were full of surprise. He stretched out one hand, pointed his index finger at the huge LCD TV, and with difficulty gave the mouthful of rice to his mouth.
Swallowed it.
Ullit, who was standing aside, was not surprised when he saw Fred appear on the TV. On the contrary, there was a faint smile on his face.
Xichen looked at him, then looked at the TV, and then couldn't help but ask: "Master Butler, who is Fred?"
"Miss Pan, he is our master."
Ullit still had a calm look on his face and answered the questions almost impeccably.
Hearing this, Xichen felt a little discouraged. How could she forget? This was Fred's housekeeper, so how could he tell her?
However, she already knew in her heart that Fred must be more than just the president of a multinational group.
Otherwise, it would be fine if the mayor met him in person. Why would even national leaders come all the way to meet with him?
This is too exaggerated.
She absolutely did not believe that the president of the Nocati Group could be so important.
He looked at the man sitting there with an official smile on his face, chatting and laughing with the mayor and the national leader, and made up his mind to ask him a question when he comes back tonight.
However, the question is, will he come back tonight?
Xichen thought of this and asked again: "Housekeeper, where will Fred stay tonight?"
Who is Yulit? As soon as Xichen said this, he had already vaguely guessed what she wanted to know. With a knowing smile on his lips, he quickly and respectfully replied: "Miss Pan, big... oh
No, sir, I will come back here tonight. Also, please Miss Pan, just call me by my first name from now on."
"Oh." Xichen blushed immediately when he heard this. He knew that Yulit had misunderstood her idea. However, he did not clarify it.
On the other hand, Yulit, although it was the first time he met Xichen today, he had an inexplicable affection for her. You know, when he was in England, every time the woman he brought back, he almost never looked at him as the housekeeper.
Suddenly, it was even more impossible to call him Mr. Housekeeper. And this Miss Pan, from the moment she walked in until now, no matter what she said or did, she was always very polite.
Therefore, this alone prevented him from hating her, and he even spoke more respectfully and politely than usual.
