wealthy daughter-in-law

Wearing a maid uniform, Huanhuan smiled slightly at herself in the mirror.

Right as a new beginning.

Huanhuan's job is very simple, just cleaning the room, wiping the floor, and plastering. For her who is used to doing housework in Su's house, it is nothing at all.

She wears headphones, hums, and paces the room.

"What are you doing here?"

The voice behind him was extremely penetrating. Huan Huan turned around, pulled off the earphones, and just about to speak, he bowed to the other party politely as if thinking of something, "Master,"

Mo Jia raised his eyebrows, glanced at her clothes, and instantly understood, "Grandpa's idea?"

Huan Huan nodded, "Yeah." Immediately, she turned around and said like a treasure, "Hey, is this dress good-looking? I've only seen it on TV before, but I didn't expect that there are people wearing it like this!"

Huanhuan smiled happily.

Mo Jia's eyes are concentrated, as if looking at the essence through the phenomenon, but the phenomenon is unclear and the essence is vague. Even if he has the ability to turn decay into magic, he can't turn an idiot into a genius.

Obviously, this little woman who can entertain herself in a maid uniform is the former.

He looked back, not wanting to kill the brain cells in her body.

His study room is very simple, with a few bookcases, a reclining chair, and a desk, but the space is surprisingly large.Huan Huan tried her best to clean, but it was only the tip of the iceberg. After a long time, she couldn't help complaining, "There is such a shortage of land resources now, we should save it! Sitting in such a big office alone, walking would be tiring."

After finally wiping the bookcase, Huan Huan wiped the sweat from his forehead, turned his head, and instantly caught sight of the jade-like man lying on the recliner.

He lowered his head slightly, holding a book in his hand, and the sun shone in from the side, covering half of his body.His long hair spread out, occasionally a few strands, hanging down his cheeks.

Quiet and picturesque.

Huanhuan was taken aback once again.

It was the first time she saw a man with long hair.

It was the first time I saw such a handsome man with long hair.

She would think that other men with long hair are nondescript, but he doesn't. It seems that he should be suitable for this look.

Just as he was about to dig deeper, a certain person suddenly raised his head, his four eyes met unexpectedly, Huan Huan's heartbeat stopped, his face turned red, he hurriedly lowered his head, and wiped the table desperately.

Do you want to be so ashamed?

She wiped and wiped, hoping to wipe off the top paint on it.

Mo Jia closed the book, put his hands behind his head, and stared in her direction, the more embarrassing she was, the more his brows stretched.

Gradually, even the corners of the mouth are slightly raised.

Even if Huanhuan doesn't turn her head, she can still feel his gaze, so cold, and so... different, it's hard for her to ignore it if she wants to hypnotize herself.

His whole body was on fire, and his earlobes were even more red as if they were about to bleed.

Can't stand it!

She threw away the rag, turned around and stared at him, "Master, will you interfere with my sacred work, okay?"

Mo Jia seemed to be in a good mood, his cold face was not so cold, he adjusted his posture comfortably, and let his long hair pour down like a waterfall.

Huan Huan's heart missed another beat in vain, only to feel that there was a warm surge in his nose.

She hurriedly covered her nose.

Demon!

The aura of attack, the demeanor of receiving.

Is there any wood? !