Addicted to seduction, the cold CEO cries every night

"Sir, he asked you to go downstairs for breakfast."

Yan Xia sat on the bed.

He opened his lips and realized that he couldn't answer.

She couldn't adapt to Mrs. Si's status at all.

The people outside the room did not wait for her answer.

After a moment of pause, he raised his hand and knocked on the door again: "Madam!?"

"Mrs?"

Yan Xia's head was numb as she was shouted at by his wife.

He quickly replied: "I know."

She didn't speak loudly, but people outside the house obviously heard her.

"Ma'am, is there anything else you need help with?"

Yan Xia: "..."

She got up and opened the door, and saw a middle-aged woman about forty years old standing outside the door.

The woman looked at her and smiled kindly: "Mrs."

Yan Xia's scalp was numb from the screams from his wife.

She gritted her teeth and said to the servant, "Didn't you ask me if I could help you?"

"Then please don't call me wife in the future."

The servant was obviously stunned when he heard this.

"Then madam, what should I call you?"

Yan Xia: "..."

"Just call me Miss Yan."

When the servant heard this and was about to speak, a tall figure walked over from the end of the corridor.

He was already tall, with a slender figure and a sharp face.

Can't be ignored.

He would look better if his face wasn't slightly gloomy.

He approached the two of them and glanced back and forth between the servant and Yan Xia.

Before he could speak, the servant lowered his head and said, "Mr."

"Go down."

Si Jinghuai spoke coldly.

The servant immediately shut up when he heard this, turned around and left with a wink.

Si Jinghuai then turned to look at Yan Xia.

His face doesn't look very good.

Yan Xia felt uneasy, wondering if Si Jinghuai heard the conversation between him and the servant just now.     If so, will he be angry?

After a moment of silence, Yan Xia said: "Well, I may not be able to eat at your place anymore."

"I'm going to my grandpa's house. I may have to rush back to Mocheng today."

She briefly reported her itinerary as an explanation to Si Jinghuai.

Si Jinghuai glanced at her with narrowed eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "After dinner, I will take you there."

Yan Xia: "No, I can do it myself..."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I'm not sure you can leave this villa."

Yan Xia shut up immediately.

Si Jinghuai's eyes darkened slightly: "Change your clothes and go downstairs."

It's just that the tone of this sentence is not as cold as before.

Yan Xia knew that Si Jinghuai had always been a stickler for words.

nodded.

It wasn't too late now, but she was still afraid that her grandpa would get up and look for her but he wouldn't be able to find him.

So I quickly cleaned myself up.

Just went downstairs.

Si Jinghuai was already sitting at the dining table.

Yan Xia looked at him, a little stunned for a moment.

For no other reason than because he was wearing a tailored suit. The crisp tailoring of the suit made him look like a social elite.

The decoration of this house was in French cream style, which was warm and cozy, but it was incompatible with Si Jinghuai's temperament.

"What do you watch me do?"

Seeing her standing not far away, Si Jinghuai looked at her with raised eyebrows.

He said with a joking expression: "If you don't want to leave today, I won't mind."

Only then did Yan Xia remember that she still had to rush for time.

He quickly walked up and sat at the dining table.

The servant who had just woken her up came forward with a glass of hot milk.

"Miss Yan, your cow..."

"What do you call her?"

Si Jinghuai looked away from the financial newspaper in his hand.

He looked at the servant coldly. (End of chapter)