Ning Yazhi couldn't laugh or cry, Mu Chengfeng was clearly a stud, Ning Yuanyuan knew about it but still didn't care, women in love are indeed terrifyingly blind.
Nuo An appeared behind her silently: "Miss Ning, your husband has come back. Please go down and wait for him to enjoy dinner."
Ning Yazhi was so frightened that she dropped her phone on the carpet, "Butler Nuo An, can you knock on the door! Didn't you hear that I'm very busy?"
Nuo An's eyes fell on the mobile phone, then he raised it and said expressionlessly: "Ms. Ning, don't make personal calls during work hours, sir, he will be unhappy."
Ning Yazhi picked up the phone and said to it: "Yuanyuan, I'm very busy now. Let's talk another day." Regardless of Ning Yuanyuan yelling over there, she closed the phone and said coldly: "You're satisfied then.
Bar."
Nuo An looked at her: "Miss Ning, you'd better change into your clothes. This is the rule here. Also, you must wash yourself before you can serve the young master. The young master hates being dirty."
Ning Yazhi really wanted to question him, did he need a personal assistant or a personal assistant? She really wanted to curse!
I don’t know why, this Nuo An is obviously very well-educated and even speaks in a leisurely manner, like a servant of a British aristocrat, but Ning Yazhi just hates him, hates him for being such a dog, and hates the fact that he wears it with him even more.
With a gun.
She put on the maid clothes and was surprised. The clothes fit her perfectly. She put her messy hair on her head. She hated her hair. When she put it down, she looked like a witch. She washed her hair every day.
It takes a long time to deal with it before it becomes submissive.
Mu Chengfeng was sitting in a living room full of British style, luxurious and aristocratic. He was wearing a British suit, holding a newspaper and reading it. His feet were folded casually. He was elegant and noble, but not at all.
Cold and dangerous not long ago.
Feeling Ning Yazhi's gaze, Mu Chengfeng raised his eyes lightly. In an instant, he was no longer the aristocratic person. There was clearly a ferocity and coldness like a wild wolf in his eyes. In a fleeting moment, his eyes
It has changed again, it is dark and deep.
Ning Yazhi felt a chill in her heart.
Growing up, she was fearless, otherwise she wouldn't have quit her job as soon as she graduated, and instead took the exam to become a flight attendant. But at this moment, she found that she was actually a little afraid of that man.
When she thought of this, she felt unconvinced, but her resistance had no effect at all in front of him.
Walking up to him, she tried her best to say with a calm expression: "Mr. Mu, may I help you in any way?"
There are servants standing in the corners, acting as decorations very patiently. As long as he looks at them, they will be there at any time.
Mu Chengfeng put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up, and opened his hands.
Ning Ya was stunned.
Nuo An kindly told her: "Ms. Ning, please help Mr. Ning take off his coat, then bring out a basin of hot water, wash Mr.'s face and hands, and then enjoy dinner."
Ning Yazhi tried hard to control her urge to roll her eyes.
Is he disabled or a three-year-old child? He can't do it himself? She even needs to wash his face?
Nuo An told her with his eyes that she had absolutely no right to say no.
Ning Yazhi had no choice but to take off his clothes for him and then handed them to another servant. Mu Chengfeng sat down again and looked at her calmly.
Since she was a personal assistant, there was naturally no one in the house to help her, so she had to go to the huge bathroom and found that there was only a golden basin in it. She filled it with hot water and then appeared again with a clean towel on her shoulders.
Ning Yazhi couldn't laugh or cry in front of Mu Chengfeng. Mu Chengfeng was clearly a stud, and Ning Yuanyuan knew about it but still didn't care. Women in love are indeed terrifyingly blind.
Nuo An appeared behind her silently: "Miss Ning, your husband has come back. Please go down and wait for him to enjoy dinner."
Ning Yazhi was so frightened that she dropped her phone on the carpet, "Butler Nuo An, can you knock on the door! Didn't you hear that I'm very busy?"
Nuo An's eyes fell on the mobile phone, then he raised it and said expressionlessly: "Ms. Ning, don't make personal calls during work hours, sir, he will be unhappy."
Ning Yazhi picked up the phone and said to it: "Yuanyuan, I'm very busy now. Let's talk another day." Regardless of Ning Yuanyuan yelling over there, she closed the phone and said coldly: "You're satisfied then.
Bar."
Nuo An looked at her: "Miss Ning, you'd better change into your clothes. This is the rule here. Also, you must wash yourself before you can serve the young master. The young master hates being dirty."
Ning Yazhi really wanted to question him, did he need a personal assistant or a personal assistant? She really wanted to curse!
I don’t know why, this Nuo An is obviously very well-educated and even speaks in a leisurely manner, like a servant of a British aristocrat, but Ning Yazhi just hates him, hates him for being such a dog, and hates the fact that he wears it with him even more.
With a gun.
She put on the maid clothes and was surprised. The clothes fit her perfectly. She put her messy hair on her head. She hated her hair. When she put it down, she looked like a witch. She washed her hair every day.
It takes a long time to deal with it before it becomes submissive.
Mu Chengfeng was sitting in a living room full of British style, luxurious and aristocratic. He was wearing a British suit, holding a newspaper and reading it. His feet were folded casually. He was elegant and noble, but not at all.
Cold and dangerous not long ago.
Feeling Ning Yazhi's gaze, Mu Chengfeng raised his eyes lightly. In an instant, he was no longer the aristocratic person. There was clearly a ferocity and coldness like a wild wolf in his eyes. In a fleeting moment, his eyes
It has changed again, it is dark and deep.
Ning Yazhi felt a chill in her heart.
Growing up, she was fearless, otherwise she wouldn't have quit her job as soon as she graduated, and instead took the exam to become a flight attendant. But at this moment, she found that she was actually a little afraid of that man.
When she thought of this, she felt unconvinced, but her resistance had no effect at all in front of him.
Walking up to him, she tried her best to say with a calm expression: "Mr. Mu, may I help you in any way?"
There are servants standing in the corners, acting as decorations very patiently. As long as he looks at them, they will be there at any time.
Mu Chengfeng put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up, and opened his hands.
Ning Ya was stunned.
Nuo An kindly told her: "Ms. Ning, please help Mr. Ning take off his coat, then bring out a basin of hot water, wash Mr.'s face and hands, and then enjoy dinner."
Ning Yazhi tried hard to control her urge to roll her eyes.
Is he disabled or a three-year-old child? He can't do it himself? She even needs to wash his face?
Nuo An told her with his eyes that she had absolutely no right to say no.
Ning Yazhi had no choice but to take off his clothes for him and then handed them to another servant. Mu Chengfeng sat down again and looked at her calmly.
Since she was a personal assistant, there was naturally no one in the house to help her, so she had to go to the huge bathroom and found that there was only a golden basin in it. She filled it with hot water and then appeared again with a clean towel on her shoulders.