In the end, Ling Kexin did not enter the ### room. She came to the servants' building and stood outside the kitchen, looking through the glass at the old figure busy inside. Her heart felt as if it was being scratched by an invisible magic hand, which made her feel extremely uncomfortable.
She walked out. At this time, she had no face to see Wang Ma.
"Qiaoer." As soon as she walked out of the servant building, she met Lu Qiaoer. She was holding a broom in her hand. It seemed that she had just finished cleaning the back garden. There were beads of sweat on her face and a few strands of hair on her forehead.
superior.
Lu Qiaoer's body looked even thinner than Ling Kexin's. The servant's clothes she wore were too loose, completely covering her girlish bumps. Her shoulder-length short hair was not tied up, making her look messier, and her face looked thinner.
When she saw Ling Kexin, she paused slightly, parted her lips and wanted to smile, but the corners of her mouth twitched twice, her face tightened, her sad eyes closed, she brushed Ling Kexin's shoulder and walked into the room.
Ling Kexin opened her mouth and swallowed back the words she wanted to say sourly.
With her head lowered, Ling Kexin felt extremely heavy. She walked slowly towards the big villa, thinking in her mind how to make the great devil take back his "life".
"Hey! Classmate Ling." There were footsteps behind him, followed by Mo Ye's call with a slight smile.
Ling Kexin never looked back. In this Mo Manor, the person she ignored the most was the second young master - Mo Tao.
"Er Tao, who is she? Why does she have such an attitude towards you?" Suddenly, a strange woman's voice attracted Ling Kexin. She turned around and saw a charming woman holding Mor Tao's arm.
He walked over with an arrogant expression and swayed his hips.
"She is our little maid." Mor Tao smiled and raised his eyebrows mischievously at Ling Kexin.
"Little maid?" Qiao Yingying's mouth opened wide with an incredible expression.
"Yes."
When Qiao Yingying heard the affirmation, her eyes immediately flashed with disdain. She snorted, looked at Ling Kexin in front of her, and said to Mor Tao: "My dear, are you too easy to talk to? You are not polite like this.
How can you tolerate a woman who understands dignity and inferiority staying in the manor?"
"Don't..." At this time, they had stopped in front of Ling Kexin. Just as Mortao was about to explain something, he saw Ling Kexin's clear eyes narrowed, and he gave Qiao Yingying a cold look, and then gave her the same contemptuous look in return.
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"Second Young Master! You have such a good sense in choosing women!" Ling Kexin's gaze slid past Qiao Yingying and turned into a mockery when it landed on Mortao's face.
"You?" Ling Kexin's sarcasm was audible to anyone. Qiao Yingying's face turned pale. She choked and looked at Mortao coquettishly and for help.
Mortao touched the tip of his nose. Before he could speak, Ling Kexin snorted and walked into the villa.
"I forgot to tell you, she is my eldest brother's personal maid." Mor Tao's explanation came from behind.
As soon as Mor Tao came back, the dinner officially started. Ling Kexin's performance tonight was not good. Standing next to Mor Ye, she was distracted from time to time. When pouring the wine, the cup was filled several times, and Mor Ye did not lift the bottle neck.
, she doesn’t realize it yet.
Qiao Yingying, who was sitting next to Mo Tao, had been paying attention to Mo Ye and found that he was very indifferent to Ling Kexin. When the little maid made a mistake, his eyes were like a cold sword, with a very dissatisfied expression, and she couldn't help but feel happy.
So what if she is Master Mo's little maid? Her status is still low. Although when a servant of the Mo family goes out, outsiders have to give in, but as long as she can sit in the position of the young mistress of the Mo family, which maid dares to challenge her?
Ignore yourself?
However, what puzzled Qiao Yingying was that Mrs. Mo seemed to be particularly caring for the little maid. Halfway through the meal, she asked Ling Kexin to stand next to her, picked up a fried lion's head, put it on a small plate, and picked it up
Let Ling Kexin try it.
The old lady's obvious preference made everyone present slightly stunned, but out of respect, no one said anything.
Ling Kexin did not refuse the old lady's kindness, so she took the plate and ate. Seeing that she was eating with gusto, Old Madam Mo asked Mrs. Qin to move a chair to Ling Kexin and motioned for her to sit down and eat.
"Ahem..." As soon as Ling Kexin's butt stuck to the chair, Mo Ye made a fist, put it to his mouth and cleared his throat.
Ling Kexin paused, raised her butt immediately, smiled slightly and said to Mrs. Mo: "Grandma, you forgot the rules."
More Ye slowly turned his head and glanced at her very quickly... It's obvious that you forgot the rules!
"That's right..." Mrs. Mo realized her eldest grandson's dissatisfaction, and laughed and said, "Grandma forgot the rules when she saw you. However, these rules are made by people, and people are alive. We people always
We can't let the turtle's butt be framed to death."
"Pfft..." After hearing Mrs. Mo's last words, Mortao spit out the wine he had just sipped in his mouth in a very shameless manner. When Qiao Yingying saw it, she hurriedly stroked his back in a flattering manner.
Moer Ye's face turned dark, but he didn't want to contradict grandma in front of outsiders. He was holding back his displeasure. He didn't want Ling Kexin to agree with a smile: "Grandma, what you said is so good! Although the rules are made by people, we
You can't live in a tortoise shell. You need to change the rules appropriately, such as treating someone or something... But I am a maid of the Mo family now. I can't be on an equal footing with grandma, so these rules still need to be followed."
"Oh, little girl, what rules do you think can be changed?" Old Mrs. Mo seems to have eaten enough. She is usually surrounded by respectful old servants at home. Mo Yiting often doesn't go home.
It was rare for a little girl to chatter in front of her, and she looked cute and well-behaved, so she started chatting with Ling Kexin with great interest.
More Ye frowned and didn't say anything to object. He lowered his eyes and ate the dishes on the plate gracefully. He seemed to be interested in listening.
"Grandma, I heard that the Mo family has an unwritten rule... I feel very bad about it." Ling Kexin glanced at Mo Ye and saw his hand holding vegetables.
"Ah? What unwritten rules does our Mo family have? Little girl, tell me." Old Mrs. Mo became even more interested.
Ling Kexin took a deep breath, ignoring Mo Ye's slowly tightening jaw, Mo Tao's surprise, and the contemptuous smile on Qiao Yingying's face, and took Old Mrs. Mo's hand, with a friendly expression and a similar tone of voice.
An adult was discussing: "Grandma, let me ask you, if one person makes a mistake, will it affect innocent people?"
Mrs. Mo thought for a while and shook her head: "If one person is at fault, others cannot be implicated."
"I think so too. After all, this is a legal society, not the ancient Qin Shihuang."
"Yes, we can't do anything to implicate the nine tribes."
"Well, grandma, you are reasonable and amiable. I can see that grandma, you are always kind and well-educated. You are such a good person." Ling Kexin's mouth began to sweeten, so sweet that Mortao shivered and looked.
The skin on the back of your hand.
"Haha... little girl, you can still praise people, hey... you have said so much, what do you want to say about the bad rules of the Mo family?" After Mrs. Mo smiled, she asked seriously.
"Grandma, actually I have already said that your Mo family has such a rule. If one person makes a mistake, everyone else will be implicated."
Mrs. Mo was startled and blinked: "Little girl, please be more careful."
Ling Kexin's eyes glanced at Mo Ye again, and she said with some dissatisfaction: "Grandma, I didn't know until I got here that in this manor, if any servant makes a mistake, the wages of other servants will be deducted."
"Ah?" Old Mrs. Mo stood up in shock, and Mrs. Qin hurriedly supported her. After being stunned, Old Mrs. Mo followed Ling Kexin's gaze to someone.
A certain man is lowering his head, holding a steamed fish head in front of him with chopsticks... They say eating fish heads is good for the brain. It seems that he really needs to take a good supplement. Which nerve did he pick up wrong? He forgot
Write a clause in the contract "She is not allowed to speak casually in front of the master"!
She should shut up, shut up! Just like the other servants!
"Ye'er, are you the one who made these rules?" Mrs. Mo's expression was obviously solemn, and she patted her hand on the dining table, which made Mortao shrink his neck in fear.
Even though grandma is easy to talk to and dotes on her grandchildren, if she really gets angry, even a young child is still afraid.
In this Mo family, she can stay out of the little things and ignore them, and let her grandchildren indulge in sexual activities, or she can turn a blind eye. After all, they are all young people. Who hasn't been young and frivolous?
But this matter involves the Mo family's century-old reputation, and she will never stand idly by and sit idly by.
"Ye'er! Follow me to the room!" Mrs. Mo didn't wait for Mo Ye's reply, and walked out of the restaurant with a stern face.
Moer Ye slowly put down his chopsticks, his face still cold. He stood up and glanced at Ling Kexin calmly. Ling Kexin wanted to stick out her tongue at him, but in the end she put her tongue back and raised her head.
She looked at the luxurious crystal chandelier on the ceiling.