Fast time travel cannon fodder: the villain boss is forced to resign

The temperature in the car is suitable, and the cool air from the air conditioner is blowing comfortably, which keeps the summer heat out of the car window, while the fresh and fresh green color penetrates the car window, giving people a refreshing feeling.

Qi Yuan was fiddling with the tablet in the carriage. It has been ten years since technology developed rapidly and information acquisition became more convenient.

The young boy in white took out a thermos, his movements were a little jerky, but there was a bit of Cheng Sui's shadow in his rigid movements.

"Mom, drink some warm water. We will go back to Yunding Manor in a while. Dad may not be here. He is usually too busy with work. Usually, I will go to the hospital for Dad to take care of Mom."

Qi Yuan's movement of holding the water cup paused slightly, his eyes flickered, did Cheng Sui know that the successor he trained by himself had the virtue of cutting black and white behind his back?

The car was galloping, and after a while, a magnificent and magnificent manor came into view, which was different from the appearance ten years ago. At this time, on the white fence of Yunding Manor, there were crimson roses climbing up, like fireworks in full bloom, but they were more beautiful than fireworks. Longer and more gorgeous.

Moreover, in the language of flowers, Cheng Sui must have suffered a lot of grievances when secrets that could not be revealed were put into flowers.

Qi Yuan's eyes were bright red, and her clear black eyes flickered lightly. She looked at the young boy beside her, and saw that he was pretending to be well-behaved, exactly the same as Cheng Sui when he was well-behaved, and the pain in her heart for Cheng Sui disappeared quickly.

Being able to train An An to become a white-cut black young master, Cheng Sui is not worthy of distress.

The living room of the manor is decorated in an ancient style, exquisite everywhere, rosewood tables and chairs, exquisitely crafted blue and white porcelain vases with flowers, but the flowers are a little messy, without any sense of beauty, but they are unexpectedly embellished with thousands of vitality , there are valuable ancient scrolls hanging in the corridors and entrances, revealing mystery and solemnity.

The young and handsome housekeeper is waiting for you, and his clear voice is full of majesty, "Brew the pot of tea that Mr. treasured, and prepare the new cakes from Yipinzhai. Hurry up!"

The young butler walked steadily and moved quickly, shuttling between the living room and the dining room.

"My wife just came out of the hospital, she is weak, please raise the temperature of the air conditioner, hurry up!"

"The young master and his wife come back together, and no one is allowed to disturb the wife and the young master for a while, understand?"

In the restaurant, the young girl who was making tea rolled her eyes, and whispered to the silent girl beside her, "Isn't the wife coming back? It's like some kind of empress dowager returning to the palace. As for mobilizing so many teachers?"

"Besides, I've never seen Mr. mention this wife before. It seems that they are a couple that seems to be close to each other, and maybe they are playing their own way!"

The silent girl raised her head, with a shy face, lightly pursed her lips, and reminded in a low voice, "Isn't it good to say that about the mistress?"

They are all part-time work-study college students. The work in Cheng's manor is easy. They only need to clean at a fixed time. Four hours a day, they earn 2 yuan a month, which attracts many people.

"What's so bad about this? Mr. Cheng is such a powerful man, why can't he have a few more women?" The girl rolled her eyes again, "Don't forget, the one who competed with me last month was a master's student! If not I'm pretty, why would Mr. Cheng keep me?"

"..."

The girl still spoke to herself, and she put down the work of making tea in her hands. She pulled out the chair and sat down, propping her face with her hands, her eyes longing, "I only met Mr. Cheng twice, what do you say?" When is he not busy at work?"

"As long as Mr. Cheng is not busy with work, he will definitely come to see me."

The other girl didn't know what to say, but she was too embarrassed to directly expose her wishful thinking, so she could only gently remind her, "Xue'er, Mr. Cheng is nearly 20 years older than you, and the child is 13 years old."

The leader of a big family will not be so naive as to abandon his wife and son for the sake of beauty.

"So what?!" Xueer turned her head quickly, shaking her head in disapproval, "Xiaoyu, you are too simple! So what if he is old? Look at him, he looks like he is only 30! All the movie kings are handsome!"

Xue'er's words were like a cannonball, "Also, his wife must be old! She is old, what can he do to keep his heart? I guess he won't be interested in that old woman at night!"

"Since Mr. Cheng didn't want a master's student, he wanted me, so he must be interested in me!"

"I will definitely be Mrs. Cheng in the future. Don't worry, when I become Mrs. Cheng, I will definitely promote you."

Xiaoyu smiled shyly, and continued the steps of making tea that Xueer had not finished. She was not good at words, but she came two months earlier than Xueer. Although she didn't see Mr. Cheng often, she could feel that Mr. Cheng was not womanizer.

Mr. Cheng's eyes are too sharp and deep, like a wolf, which is beyond the grasp of ordinary people.

Moreover, the young master respects and loves Mrs. Cheng who has never appeared before.

The voice of the young housekeeper fell into the dining room, "Is the tea ready? My wife has 2 minutes to come in! Move quickly!"

Xue Er reluctantly stood up, and said in a low voice, "What's the rush! Isn't she an old woman? She still drinks tea, it's so pompous, and only the elderly drink tea! I think they're going to go through menopause!"

Xue'er and Xiaoyu held tea and placed them respectfully on the coffee table in the living room. The light fragrance lingered in the air, as if they were in the green mountains and pine forests.

Qi Yuan entered the living room, looked around, with slightly raised eyes, the aesthetic style of the living room tends to be stable and lively, which is really suitable for Cheng Sui.

Wearing simple and loose white clothes and trousers, her porcelain white face is full of youthful vitality, her peaceful temperament and youthful appearance make it hard to believe her age.

"Mom, sit down, I'll pour you a cup of tea."

The young boy bent his lips, showing his small canine teeth. The immature boy is 1.7 meters tall, half a head taller than Qi Yuan, and his thin figure is full of cuteness.

Qi Yuan took the opportunity to sit down, his eyes fixed on the teapot on the coffee table, his brows were slightly frowned, like willow leaves curved, "I don't want to drink anymore."

On the way here, I was nagged to drink water all the time, and now I want to drink water?
An An glanced at the teapot. The purple sand teapot was exquisite and small, filled with the fragrance of tea, and a few wisps of tea mist penetrated the tea spout, like a fairyland filled with fairy air.

"Does mom eat cakes?" An An pulled the white porcelain plate on the coffee table to her, slightly bent her eyebrows, and her immature voice contained Qingxi's smile, "Yipinzhai has improved the formula, and my father said that my mother would definitely like the improved one. Past cakes, mom, try it?"

Saying that, An An picked up a piece of pastry, put it on a small white plate beside her, lifted the small plate steadily, and handed it to Qi Yuan.

Hei Liang's eyes were pure and full of anticipation.

Qi Yuan was in a trance for a moment, and An An's body was full of Cheng Sui's shadow, which cannot be said to be bad, after all, Cheng Sui has proved by facts that his nature can better adapt to the human world.

Qi Yuan raised his hand to take the small dish, his porcelain-white face softened, and he rubbed An An's hair, "You're so good."

Forget it, it's good to pretend to be good in front of her, at least it looks good.