She repeated it twice more, and Sister-in-law Wu squinted, "Young Mistress! I'm not as lucky as you to marry our young master. If you had a look, you should know that I can't free my hands now and want to call you young master."
Please call me yourself!"
Finally, there are a lot of dialects that Qingwu doesn't understand.
She smiled bitterly, shouldn't she be happy that she had given him a look this time? In the past, she had been regarded as invisible. She understood that Sister Wu's extraordinary attitude was secretly promised by Ling Yansen, otherwise no matter how great a servant was,
She didn't have the guts to be so presumptuous. In the Ling family, she was a down-and-out beggar who came to the door for nothing. Even the dog in front of the carved door was worth more than her in Ling Yansen's eyes.
Unable to control the servants, she had to rely on herself. After going up a few stairs, Qingwu stopped and suddenly understood why Sister-in-law Wu's expression was so strange just now. Looking towards the master bedroom, she hesitated and knocked on the door at this time.
There is no difference between knocking on the door and seeking death. She can't afford to offend that weird Ling Yansen, but... if she doesn't knock on the door to ruin his good deeds, her end will be even worse.
Thinking of this, she deliberately stepped harder, but she couldn't cover up the obsequious voice coming from the master bedroom. She was obviously used to his misbehavior, but she still felt inexplicably irritated.
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Huge master bedroom.
"President, who has the patience to knock on the door for ten minutes? You can keep your composure, but I am worried. I am afraid that my wife will catch you?"
Sun Tongtong was not a fool. Although the man beside him remained silent, his breathing was obviously much heavier.
The man frowned, his extremely beautiful outline was now cold and dull. He suddenly opened his eyes, and Sun Tongtong's complexion suddenly changed in fright. In a moment, the man had suppressed all his sharpness, and was infinitely lazy. His slender and beautiful hands touched her
Her chin, "What's wrong with my beauty?"
His voice was as porcelain, low and sinister, and incomprehensible, just like his person.
Just as Sun Tongtong was about to speak, there was a sudden loud knock on the door. The man got out of bed, but did not open the door. His tightly pursed lips curled up, but the curve was very cold.
The knocks on the door were quicker and faster, revealing the panic of the knocker, and Ling Yansen's stern face showed a faint smile.
Who would have thought that a rigid woman like Duan Qingwu would have a moment of burning? He thought she would knock down calmly, pausing every three times, and each stroke was neither light nor heavy, just like her, who always followed the rules and seemed to
It's a perfect defective product.
He hated her temperament the most. Even if she had to pretend to be gentle, she might as well buy a porcelain doll as a gift. It was so boring! But he felt a little comfortable seeing her in such a mess.
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Duan Qingwu used her nose to think and knew that Ling Yansen was working against her. He had always had such a bad taste.
It was nearly seven o'clock, and her father and stepmother were almost there. Even though she was reluctant, she still said, "Ling Yansen, open the door. I have something to ask you."
After he finished speaking, he knocked a few more times.
Sun Tongtong knew something was wrong, so she picked up her underwear and was about to put it on. Ling Yansen casually took a nightgown and threw it on her, "Go take a shower."
"But outside..." Sun Tongtong didn't want to cause trouble.
"Huh?" He raised his thick eyebrows and asked in a deep voice.
"I'll go."
Lighting a cigarette, Ling Yansen glanced at the messy bed with a ruffian-like smile on his lips.
The door creaked open.
The man leaned against the edge of the door and stood lazily. The blue gas exhaled from his mouth brushed away the hair on her forehead. He successfully saw those tangled thin eyebrows. She covered her mouth and her tender hands were as white as onions.
nice.
Looking up from the smoke, Ling Yansen's flat smile made Qing Wu very annoyed. She went straight to the topic, "Father and Aunt Shu are coming over for dinner. They will be there soon. Please excuse me."
get ready."
Ling Yansen squinted his eyes, glanced at her feet that were moving back without a trace, then moved up, staring at the stiff smile at the corner of her mouth, and stopped moving.
But it’s really Duan Qingwu!
Even after she said something polite to please him, she could still laugh! Just like when he took her to sign a contract in the past, she always had this formulaic smile on her face. From the time he opened the door to now, her eyes had never turned towards him.
After taking a look at the bedroom behind him, even his naked body couldn't disturb her. He finally understood that this stupid woman was not trying to catch someone, she thought she was at work! It didn't matter at all, she didn't even bother to pretend.
!
The fire in his chest grew stronger and stronger. He spit out the cigarette butt rudely, with an impatient expression on his face, "What are you ready for?"
"Prepare whatever needs to be prepared, and tidy up whatever needs to be packed away." She picked up the cigarette butts on the ground, her brows were smooth, and her words were straight.
He squinted at her, his eyes cold and full of mockery, "Do you need me to pretend to be a son-in-law? If the family is harmonious, we should raise eyebrows together, right?"
Even though the words were like daggers piercing her heart, she still nodded stiffly, and when she was about to leave, his cold voice floated over her head, "You have to have a begging attitude when asking for help, right? Come in here, prepare what you need to prepare, and clean up what needs to be done.
of!"
Qingwu hesitated, she really didn't want to deal with this lunatic! But the recommendation letter required for Duan's upcoming property auction was still on his desk waiting for his signature. His father was old and Maomao was only five years old. Thinking of this
This made her lose her temper.
Entering the master bedroom, the king-size bed was in a mess. How intense must it be to make it look like this? Following the sound of water running towards the bathroom, Qing Wu couldn't help but feel pity for the woman inside.
Of course, the premise is that she doesn't know the name of the woman in the bathroom.