hello cold husband

Chapter 207
Yuan Yifan had never set foot in such a chore room, and there were so many tools that made people dizzy.

"Young Mistress, Madam has ordered you to clean up the inside and outside of the villa every day after you make breakfast, and trim the flowers and plants in front of the courtyard once a day."

Chen Ma's voice was considered polite after all, perhaps because of being an honest person.But after Yuan Yifan heard this, he suddenly kicked the cleaning bucket in front of him forcefully, "When will it be your turn to order me to work as a servant?"

"Do you really think of yourself as a young mistress?" Chen Ma muttered.

"What did you say, do you dare to say it again?" Yuan Yifan was angry and furious, assuming that he wanted to fight.

"Young Mistress, I am also an honest person. Don't bully me. I will tell you according to Madam's orders."

"..." Yuan Yifan felt unwilling, and felt that even the nanny would bully her.

"I think you are young and ignorant, so you won't report in front of your wife. But if the young lady wants to use me as a punching bucket for no reason, I will not be polite."

"..."

"If madam knows that you have such an attitude, you will not have a good life."

"Even you, the nanny, want to bully me now, don't you?"

"Although I am a nanny, I am aboveboard. I don't steal or rob, and I have a clear conscience. Unlike some people, I do dirty things."

"Who do you say is unclean?" Yuan Yifan was about to vomit blood with anger.

"Whoever is not clean knows it in his heart."

Yuan Yifan directly raised his right arm, and before the slap fell, Chen Ma had already grabbed his wrist.

Chen Ma pushed her back again, "It's polite to call you young mistress. Don't treat yourself as a human being."

"..." Yuan Yifan had a scandal, was scolded by his servants and was speechless, feeling humiliated and humiliated in his heart.

"Madam has ordered that the water in the lotus pond in front of the courtyard must be clean and clear. Remember to scoop up all the dirt on the water surface after pruning the flowers and plants."

As soon as Chen Ma twisted a bucket of water and turned around, Yuan Yifan behind him kicked and bumped these tools, as if venting her anger and unwillingness.

But in the end, I still have to squat down and clean up the mess in this place with my own hands.

The so-called poor people must have something to hate, and they are probably people like Yuan Yifan.

At about ten o'clock, after trimming the flowers and plants, when she passed the flower pergola, she saw those purple tulips in full bloom.

In the breeze in late summer and early autumn, it grows the most noble flower posture, with pieces of purple-white petals wrapping the stamens, and the wind blows, swaying and shining.

"Nan Tian, ​​do you know what the flower language of purple tulips is?"

"Love?"

"Only half of the answers are correct. It not only represents love, but also represents the only love, the favorite."

"It turns out that there is such a beautiful meaning."

"Yes. Nan Tian, ​​you are the person I love the most. In this life, the only man I love."

"Fanfan!"

"Ah."

"I was wrong in the past. I didn't treat you sincerely. From now on, I will love you and love you. You are also the person I love the most."

When they planted these potted flowers together, his gentle words still lingered in their ears.

The flowers are also blooming brightly.

But Chu Nantian's tenderness and love for her only lasted for more than a month.

Before she had time to feel this happiness, it shattered like shards of glass.

Yuan Yifan put down the scissors in his hand, squatted down in front of the purple tulip, and cried heartily.

It may be that when pruning the flower branches just now, I used too much force with my hands, so that the wound that Chu Yun stepped on the debris yesterday oozes blood again.

Dripping on the purple tulip petals, each drop of blood condensed together, dripped down the petals, and finally dripped on the stones.

The blood, like a cuckoo crying blood, is sad and mournful.

……

Friday.

Qiao Xiaoan got off work half an hour late.

It wasn't that she was not efficient, but that she did more to help a colleague who suddenly fell ill, so she was late.

When Yun Mo came down from upstairs, she finished an analysis report of a competitor's product and was about to reach for it when it was printed out from the printer.

But she saw a pair of clean and slender hands pulling out the report she had printed out from the machine, holding it in her hand, and looking at it carefully.

"Your supervisor has arranged for you to start analyzing competing products?" Yun Mo put one hand in her trouser pocket, and seemed to be very interested in the analysis report she made.

She smiled, and answered irrelevantly, "Why don't you wait for me upstairs?"

"I just finished my work, and I will pick you up from get off work together."

"I'll be done soon, too."

Yun Mo raised the several reports in his hand, as if to remind her that she hadn't answered his last question.

Then she remembered, "This is not my job. I did it for a colleague. She suddenly had a stomach problem."

"It's not his job that he did so carefully." He raised his eyebrows lightly, his brows were filled with joy, he took his eyes away from her, and then turned to the report in his hand, "The analysis of competing products is very comprehensive. .”

This tone seemed to be a compliment.

And her competing product analysis report is indeed as he said, the analysis is comprehensive and clear at a glance.

"Competing product prices, detailed functions, advantages, disadvantages, market share, and consumer groups are all carefully analyzed." He said.

"..." she laughed.

"It's been less than two weeks since you joined the company. It seems that you have put a lot of thought into it."

"With such an excellent husband as you, I must study hard to be worthy of you."

"It seems that I underestimated your ability. I didn't expect you, a college student majoring in personnel management, to be able to learn new jobs without a teacher."

"Praise me, or hurt me?"

"..." Yun Mo's satisfied gaze fell on her face, and he looked at her for a long time without making a sound, as if he was in deep thought.

Perhaps it was the right decision to let Qiao Qiao come to the company.

She packed up the printed report and was going to hand it over to the sick colleague on Monday, which was considered as helping her complete the task.

When he turned around again, he was still staring at her, his gaze still full of satisfaction and appreciation as before, as if he was praising her and her talent, but also seemed to be still thinking deeply.

"Ah Mo?" She put the shoulder bag on her left shoulder and put her hand on his arm, "What are you looking at?"

He took his hand out of his trouser bag, touched her small hand along her wrist, and clasped it tightly in the palm of his hand.The two walked out of the office together.

"Qiao Qiao, if one day you don't want to go to work and want to go home and be a full-time wife, you can tell me. I actually don't want you to work so hard."

"It's not hard at all."

"Tell me when you're tired."

"I like to stay by your side, go to work with you, and go to get off work with you."

The two walked out of the office, and the glass department of this kind of marketing department was automatically locked.The lights behind him also turned off automatically.

Qiao Xiaoan raised her head and looked sideways at his sharp-edged face. She always felt that he couldn't get enough of him. She wished she could sit across from his desk every day and look up at him whenever she was free, "Ah Mo, Please do something."

beg?
It seems that she said something wrong, so when he looked back at her, he frowned deeply, "Is the Chinese class taught by the math teacher?"

(End of this chapter)