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Who gave you permission to sleep?

How could a real maid live in such a nice room?

She understood, and finally held back without saying anything. She picked up the doll and walked out, but she heard him suddenly speak again.

"Go and tidy up the living room."

Ke Zi paused slightly and nodded, "I understand."

She closed the door and felt inexplicably blocked in her heart. His indifference was obvious. Such a strange and scary Murphy.

The coffee table in the living room was so heavy that she couldn't lift it alone, so she had to clean the broken vases first.

Then she heard another loud noise coming from the room. She was so frightened that she immediately put down the broom in her hand and ran in. The room was in a mess, and the chair on the dressing table was pressing on the white laptop.

Another of her computers was scrapped, and this one was bought by him.

The puppy woke up in fright and ran towards her whining.

"Who let you in, get out!"

Mo Fei roared angrily, and his eagle eyes looked over, terrifying as if they were about to engulf the person.

Ke Zi shrank his shoulders and whispered: "I'm sorry, Master."

She hugged the dog and quickly retreated, not daring to provoke the tyrant.

Murphy always felt that the call "young master" was sarcastic, but she just left obediently, and he felt that the anger in his heart was not enough to vent in this room!

How can you be so obedient!

His little maid always dared to confront him, dare to shout at him, and dared to glare at him.

But now, did she quietly decide to be a maid just to wait for the divorce agreement signed by him?

Ke Zi, I will let you know what will happen if you make this choice.



She curled up on the sofa and fell asleep. She slept lightly with her doll in her arms. She always felt that she was not asleep at all, but she was sensitively aware of a dark shadow covering her body.

Opening his eyes almost in fright, Mo Fei stared at her like a wolf, with unresolved anger in his eyes.

"Who gave you permission to sleep?"

"Master, the maid is also a human being. She has the right to sleep!" The clock in the living room showed half past six. Murphy's schedule has always been so punctual, but today he didn't look in good spirits at all.

His eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, his hair was messy, and he even had a bushy beard on his chin that he hadn't shaved yet.

He looked as if he hadn't slept.

I don't know if it was after one night that she felt a little more confident, and she dared to speak loudly to him again.

Murphy nodded and pointed at her, as if he was considering what to do with her. He saw the coffee table still lying on the floor in the corner of his eye, "Why don't you fix this?"

"I can't help you."

Murphy looked at her small figure and raised his eyebrows, "You have to help her even if you can't help her. Don't forget that you are a maid, so you don't have to be picky!"

This isn't a matter of nitpicking, it's her lack of strength.

However, his tough attitude made Ke Zi's eyes red with grievance, "I will wait for Aunt Lu to come and clean it up together."

"Aunt Lu? Aunt Lu is here to take care of my wife. Who are you? Since I already have a maid at home, I will fire her. Go and help her."

Murphy looked at her condescendingly, his ruthlessness made Ke Zi feel his teeth hurt.

She couldn't bear it anymore and shouted, "Murphy!"

He simply deliberately made things difficult for her and humiliated her. Is it her fault that she has no strength?

"Did you call me Master's name?"

Murphy stepped forward and pinched her chin, snorted coldly, then turned around and held up the coffee table.

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