After the divorce, the ex-husband cried and proposed to remarry

With this small heart of gratitude, the new housekeeper bent slightly, and said very respectfully: "Young Master Qi Sheng, don't worry, I will personally supervise them to do this well, and I will definitely prepare everything for Madam. I promise that Madam will not be wronged in this regard."

"Then leave it to you, butler."

Hearing the new butler's assurance, Qi Sheng seemed relieved, nodded towards the new butler, then turned and left without delay.

Seeing Qi Sheng's straightforward attitude, not even taking the opportunity to spy on any news, the last bit of doubt in the new butler's heart was eliminated.

After thinking about it, he personally went to the servant in charge of clothing, explaining that he would choose the latest clothes for his wife according to the latest season and weather, and then he would personally send them to the nursing home.

The servant in charge of the clothes was a little puzzled by his sudden order, and stammered: "But, but isn't Madam already living in a nursing home, and the people over there will take care of it? What about Madam's clothes?" Do you want us to send it here?"

The new butler lowered his face, stared at the servant seriously, and said unceremoniously: "Listen to what you are talking about! Originally, you were responsible for the clothes of the masters. Madam just went to the nursing home, didn't you Dead! Just like going on a trip, don’t you want to prepare clothes for your wife?!”

The servant in charge of the clothes bowed his head obediently and apologized, saying that he just thought about it for a while and would prepare the clothes for the season right away.

The new housekeeper nodded in satisfaction, and before leaving, he reminded: "Remember, as long as Ma'am is not divorced for a day, she is still the mistress of our Qi family, and she represents the face of our Qi family to the outside world. Intentionally perfunctory!"

The servant in charge of the clothes suddenly realized, and after sending the butler away with a nod and bow, he murmured to himself: "...I guess it was laughed at for being caught outside. It’s not good looking for me to prepare clothes.”

The assistant next to him who was silent just now couldn't help but nodded and echoed: "Oh, so, it's still the way of the rich. Just like a transparent person, why do you suddenly care about such trivial matters as clothes today... This is the family relationship of a rich family, tsk tsk."

The servant gave him a warning look, "It's fine if you talk about it here, but don't go out and talk nonsense, if it reaches the housekeeper or Mr. Qi's ears, no one can save you."

The assistant couldn't help flinching, but still complained a little unconvinced: "It's not that they did the job well first, and now they are starting to make up for face. When others tell the truth, they still feel ashamed. According to me Look, the so-called face has long been lost!"

"Hush! Shut up!" The servant in charge of the clothes was startled by his words, and quickly stepped forward to cover his mouth, fearing that he would say something earth-shattering again, and quickly warned in a low voice, "You Do you still want this job?! If you want, quickly forget what you said just now, and you must never mention a word again, understand? If you understand, just nod your head!"

The assistant was frightened by his stern words, and nodded weakly, expressing that he remembered it.

The servant in charge of the clothes took his hand away, and couldn't bear to look at the young assistant with a frightened face, and comforted him in a low voice: "Okay, okay, now I'm the only one who heard what you said, no Something big will happen, but if you want to work hard and earn a fortune in the future, you must not talk about Mr. Qi and the others like today. Please hold back and treat yourself as a deaf, blind, and dumb. Those who earn money, don’t have any extra sympathy, understand?”

The assistant nodded obediently.

The servant in charge of the clothes sighed, remembering how he saw the butler being dragged out that day, he couldn't help shivering.

He has worked in the Qi family for many years, and he knows that Mr. Qi is not such a kind-hearted host. Fortunately, the salary is enough, and he has almost saved enough for his pension. Retiring and retiring will be considered a relief at that time.

While thinking about these things in his heart, the servant quickly prepared clothes for his wife with his assistant.

Although the handmade customization of those masters is not available now, the big international brands have signed contracts with their Qi family, and they will send a batch of new products every quarter. Many clothes and accessories have not even been worn once. It will be removed for reasons such as "out of season" and "out of trend", and then a new batch of clothes and accessories will replace them and fill the closet room again.

Therefore, at this time, the servant does not need to worry about how to contact those big names, as long as he selects a batch of clothes suitable for the current climate and temperature in the existing cloakroom, the task can be completed.

The assistant quickly packed up the selected clothes, looked up at the shoe cabinet that covered the entire wall, and asked hesitantly, "...Do we still need to prepare shoes for Madam?"

After all, they all know that Madam's physical condition is not very good, otherwise it would be impossible to be sent to a nursing home, and even Madam was in a coma state at the beginning, and now they don't know if she can move on her own, so they need to give a doctor and they may not be able to get off at all. Do bed patients prepare shoes?

The servant was older and thought more. At this moment, he was silent for a while, but nodded.

"Of course you have to prepare, and not only the matching shoes, but also the accessories, backpacks, and perfumes that match the clothes. You must prepare them and send them along with the clothes."

The expression on the assistant's face was perplexed. He stretched out his hand and scratched the back of his head, tilted his head and asked, "But, I heard that Madam's health is not very good. Patients can wear high heels and spray perfume. Is it? And those accessories..."

The assistant glanced at the precious jewelry that could dazzle people's eyes under the light, and said speechlessly: "There shouldn't be dinner parties and red carpets in the nursing home, right? Why do you even have to send these jewelry..."

The servant in charge of the clothes didn't explain to him this time, but said with a rare and tough voice: "You don't need to know why, just do as I say, and hurry up and pick out the matching accessories and shoes!"