"Bah!" Ling Kexin felt like mosquitoes were biting the flesh on her face again, so she slapped her face and woke herself up.
When she opened her eyes, she found that she was sleeping on the corridor on the second floor.
She jumped up and looked at a pillow and a light yellow blanket on the ground... She was confused, confused, puzzled, and puzzled again.
What happened? She vaguely remembered that she was sleeping in bed last night, but she was too tired. No matter what the man did, she was still confused. Did he throw her out the door while she was asleep?
Ling Kexin looked at Mo Ye's bedroom. The door was still closed and tight. The red sandalwood door gave off a thick air of cold air, just like Mo Ye's eyes without warmth.
Am I a dog? Am I a guard dog for him?
Suddenly, a surge of anger surged in Ling Kexin's chest. She really wanted to lift her foot and kick the door hard... There is no one in the world who treats her as a maid, right? There is no man like him either.
Is he so perverted and vicious?
In addition to cooking for him and serving him meals, he also had to bathe him, bully him, and arbitrarily cut his bones into his belly...
It was really unbearable. In this villa, he went even further and even let her sleep outside the door like a dog.
I was so tired last night that I slept on the cold floor without realizing it, and contributed precious blood to mosquitoes.
Ling Kexin touched her face, lowered her head and saw that she was wearing a translucent silk pajamas with a vacuum inside. She blushed, turned around and ran downstairs quickly.
When she got to the room she chose, she opened the box, randomly found a dress and put it on. When she came out, she saw Mo Ye coming down from upstairs. He glanced at her indifferently and tugged on his clothes gracefully.
A purple shirt collar.
"Has breakfast been cooked?" he asked.
Ling Kexin glared at him angrily and shook her head.
He stopped and glared at her angrily, their eyes intertwined. His coldness finally overcame her, and she had no choice but to avoid him and slowly walked to the kitchen.
"No need!" he said suddenly again.
Ling Kexin sneered silently, tilted her lips, and said in her heart: Are you afraid?
"There is a breakfast shop at the entrance of the community. You can go there to buy breakfast." Mo Ye walked to the door, opened it, picked up the morning newspaper, walked to the sofa and sat down.
He believed that she knew what he liked to eat for breakfast without having to explain it.
Ling Kexin paused for a long time before slowly walking over and stretching out her hand towards him. Seeing the five white onion-like fingers waving in front of his eyes, More Ye raised his head in confusion: "What are you doing?"
Ling Kexin rubbed her fingers together and made a gesture of counting money.
"Are you mute?"
Ling Kexin narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath, feeling aggrieved and extremely angry: "Didn't you tell me to shut up?"
"..." More Ye's handsome eyes widened, his mouth opened, but he still held back what he wanted to say.
Good! He didn't want to quarrel with her so early in the morning! She liked to confront him. She knew clearly why he told her to shut up, but she didn't say anything when she should say it, and talked back when she shouldn't!
Taking out his wallet, Mor Ye took out a red bill with two fingers and threw it at her body. The paper was too light and Ling Kexin didn't catch it, and the hundred-dollar bill fell to the ground.
Ling Kexin narrowed her eyes for a few times, and saw Mo Ye leaning against the back of the sofa again, crossing her slender legs, and elegantly picking up the newspaper. A trace of imperceptible coldness slipped through her eyes.
Mor Ye! Since you don't know how to respect others, then don't blame me for hating you!
Ling Kexin gritted her teeth and leaned down to pick up the money with a hint of humiliation.
When she turned around, the "violence" in her eyes suddenly turned into a touch of sadness. Her red eyes were filled with tears. She ran out of the house quickly, and a ray of morning sunlight caught the teardrops in the corners of her eyes.
More than half an hour later...
A cup of soy milk, a hamburger, a tea egg, a piece of cream cake and a bottle of pure milk were neatly arranged on the dining table.
Ling Kexin sat next to Mo Ye and helped him peel the tea eggs. She frowned and lowered her eyes. She didn't even look at him. After peeling them, she gently placed them on the empty plate in front of him.
Mo Ye took a few sips of the soy milk, pursed his lips, and felt that the taste was strange. He raised his eyebrows and turned to look at Ling Kexin.
Feeling the glare from the side of her face, Ling Kexin slowly turned her face to meet Mo Ye's cold and doubtful gaze.
"Are you sure you bought it at the gate of the community?" Mo Ye said.
Ling Kexin nodded calmly, her clear eyes were pitiful and innocent, allowing you to look at her for a few times without wanting to blame her.
"Why has the taste changed?" It tasted so good before, but why is it sour and bitter today?
Ling Kexin blinked her eyes and looked confused. After thinking about it, she took the soy milk cup from his hand. Regardless of whether he was happy or not, she took a sip from the tube and sipped her lips: "It tastes good...
…If you don’t drink, then I’ll pour you milk.”
She stood up, went to the kitchen and got a clean glass, poured the milk from the box into the glass, shook it slightly, and then handed it to More Ye.
More Ye glanced at her sharply, and seeing that there was nothing unusual about her, he picked it up and took a few sips, then ate the tea eggs, and then ate a hamburger.
After breakfast, he got up and left the restaurant. Ling Kexin looked at the few empty plates on the table, and an unknown smile passed across her lips. She lowered her head. She looked at the few white capsules in her hand, lifted her bag, and took out
A medicine bottle was refilled.
In the office of the president of Mo Group, Mo Ye was sitting on pins and needles in the boss's chair. He stood up and rushed into the bathroom. When he came out, his face was pale. He sat on the chair with his eyebrows raised. He didn't say a few words, and then his facial features twisted and twisted.
I stood up twice and hurried to the bathroom.
Several managers sitting on the sofa looked at each other in confusion. Chen Gang was a little confused. When Mo Ye entered the bathroom for the third time, he walked in and asked with concern: "Mr. Mo, what's wrong with you?"
"Let them go and cancel the meeting this afternoon!"
"Okay, then you..."
"I'm fine. Go to the hospital and help me get some antidiarrheal medicine."
Chen Gang frowned... Mr. Mo, who always liked to be clean and ate in moderation, had a bad stomach. It was really rare. After following him for five years, this was the first time he had seen Mo Shaoye's body in a bad condition.
For Ling Kexin, she was in a pretty good mood today.
When she went out in the morning, Mo Ye had already driven away in his car. He did not wait for her. When he was leaving, he just said to her: "Take the bus yourself!"
Ling Kexin didn't respond and watched him leave. She believed that Moerye would suffer a little today. No matter whether the laxatives she bought were effective or not, she poured the powder into every food.
A little bit of everything.
The stinky shrimps last night had no effect on him. She completely believed that the bacteria accumulated in his stomach would be difficult to react to today's laxatives without taking them... Haha, she thought that the big devil might be between the office and the toilet.
Ling Kexin couldn't help but laugh after running around and feeling exhausted from diarrhea.
"Hey, Ling Kexin, why are you giggling?" Ren Yifei, who was sitting next to her, nudged her with her elbow and asked curiously, "Did you abandon me yesterday and go on a date with some handsome guy?"
Ling Kexin looked at the old professor on the podium, opened the book and covered her face, shook her head to Ren Yifei and said, "No, I just met a neighbor. He had something to do and asked me to help him." She had already made up a reason.
.
"But you still have to call me." Ren Yifei complained.
"I don't have a mobile phone."
Ren Yifei chirped her nose and pulled her bag unceremoniously. Seeing this, Ling Kexin hurriedly grabbed the bag, a trace of panic appeared on her face.
"Are you lying to me?" Ren Yifei glared at her, a little unhappy, "I saw it when you took the pen just now."
Ling Kexin grimaced: "Yifei, let's wait until get out of class is over."
In a pavilion in Qinghe, the college, Ling Kexin pouted and looked at her good friend: "My uncle secretly bought this for me... I just got it last night."
"What number?"
"..." Ling Kexin hesitated, yes, what is the number of this mobile phone? It had only been two days since she got it, and she only had one phone call with Mo Da Demon. She really didn't know what the number was.
What a ridiculous thing.
But, what if she knew the number? How could the Great Demon allow her to contact others.