The Substitute Wife of the Fickle President

"Master, why are you throwing things away again? Didn't I tell you everything? You can't just throw things around, it's not good, now you—" A man in a suit and leather shoes came over and looked at the broken things on the ground Wan Pianer said displeased.

"Shut up..." The man's voice was very cold, crisp and clear, without any confusion.

Hearing this, the man on the opposite side was not talking, turned around and backed out.

Seeing him leave, the man still felt displeased.

"Is it really you? Or am I mistaken. Don't tell me you're not dead, but—" the man frowned and kept talking to himself.

That figure just passed by in a flash, but it left an indelible mark on his heart. .

The man choked up, then slowly stepped forward, standing by the garden in a daze.

Did he see it wrong?

Was what I saw just now an illusion?

He thought uncertainly.

The morning sun was warm and dazzling.

The man raised his eyes, his eyes were so painful that he couldn't open them.

At this time, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't come out for a long time.

No wonder it hurts so much to see the sun. .

"Ahem——Which one of you is responsible for cleaning the young master's room today, go and clean it later. The floor is dirty again." Wan'er hurried back to the room, looked at Aunt Liu in panic, was about to speak, and left suddenly A man came in.

That was the man Wan'er saw at first.

Seeing that he seemed unhappy, Wan'er glanced at Aunt Liu and Wan'er expressionlessly, then turned around and backed out.

"I--"

"It's me, it's me. I cleaned it today, let's go, I'll clean it again with you." Wan'er just opened her lips when Aunt Liu interrupted immediately.

The man was not surprised at all, and walked out without looking back.

Aunt Liu looked back at Wan'er, touched her shoulder and left with the man.

"Master, this is my new servant. She will clean your room today." The man led Aunt Liu into the room, and there was a man standing facing the garden. Aunt Liu glanced sideways. , It really looks good, no wonder it's spread like that outside, it seems to be true.

The man was taken aback for a moment, then stepped forward and took a closer look at Aunt Liu.

The eyes that were originally full of interest, turned extremely indifferent the moment they saw Aunt Liu again.

"Go, clean the floor..."

Aunt Liu had never heard such a cold tone, even if her husband beat her after losing money, it was much gentler than this.

It seemed to be a sound from hell, and it was like the breath of thousands of years of ice and snow.

Aunt Liu lowered her head, turned quickly and began to clean the bowls and breakfast all over the floor.

"Young master, look—whether you want to call Mo Feng back, you—" The man who brought Aunt Liu in leaned forward and said.

However, before he finished speaking, the man interrupted. "No need."

"But--"

"There's nothing wrong with it, unless you think you're not capable enough." The man's words were not only indifferent, but also very heartless.

Hearing this, the man who still wanted to talk, hesitated to speak.

"Ahem——" the man frowned, covered his mouth and coughed lightly.

"Master, you—"

"You go." The man just opened his mouth, wanting to care about the young master, but he suddenly interrupted him.

Listening to the man froze there.

"Yes." The man looked at the back of the young master leaving, his face became ugly.

People say that the young master is difficult to serve, and it seems to be true.

I really don't know how that Mo Feng came here for so many years.

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