The strongest maid of SWAT crossing

Chapter 254

Ai Lan replied angrily: "Don't worry, I won't die."

Since then, Jingshui has been doing morning exercises with Ailan every day. Although she felt uncomfortable, she still gritted her teeth and persisted.

Jingshui found that Ai Lan's position in Sanskrit was quite detached. Apart from going to see what Yan Xiaofan needed every day, she could spend the rest of her time freely. Tianxing and Xiangguo were responsible for serving Yan Xiaofan. Li Lei can do two things unshakably, one is embroidery, and the other is exercising.

Jingshui's embroidery skills are not bad, but it's only because it's a must-have for her daughter's family. Unlike Ai Lan, it's actually a major hobby on weekdays.Now Ai Lan's embroidery skills are almost the same as Ya Gu's, except that she is not as proficient as Ya Gu.

As for exercising, Jing Shui has never seen a woman like Ai Lan, not to mention morning exercises, when she has free time, she will punch or do something similar to dancing but not dancing, and often close her eyes Sit cross-legged.

What makes Jingshui feel strange is that although Ai Lan often stays in the room and does not go out, there is basically nothing that can be hidden from her, especially now that she can't look directly into Ai Lan's eyes. , there is nothing to hide from what you think.

As a result, Ai Lan has become an insurmountable existence in Jing Shui's mind virtually.

On the day of the Lantern Festival, with the consent of the old lady, the sisters Yan Xiaofan and Yan Xiaowan went out of the mansion to enjoy the lanterns under the escort of Yan Chuxu and the nursing home of the mansion.

This Lantern Festival outing is the first time for Yan Xiaofan, Tian Xing and Xiangguo. Ai Lan himself has no interest in meeting more people when going out of the house, and Jingshui has been out of the house every year to enjoy the lanterns with Yan Xiaowan in previous years. Strange, so neither of them followed.

Grape, Pear and Licorice would like to go, but two fat guys have a bad image, and one is just a third-class maid who is not qualified. Fortunately, Tianxing and Xiangguo both agreed to bring them back some fun and delicious food.

Ai Lan led Xiaobai to Yagu's place, and she made a light duck down waistcoat for Yagu, with a moon white satin surface, embroidered with patterns of blue and white porcelain, which looked chic and elegant, Yagu held it in her hand and smiled Squinting his eyes, he stroked it over and over again under the oil lamp, feeling indescribably fond of it.

At this moment, Nanny Song and Liya came, and Liya was carrying a food box in her hand.It's the second quarter of the unitary hour, and the dinner has already been eaten. What Nanny Song brought up can only be regarded as snacks. It is a pot of glutinous rice balls stuffed with wine. The quantity is not much, more than 20, but there are several kinds of fillings. , Sesame peanut candied date bean paste and so on were made by Nanny Song herself.

Nanny Hai, the manager of the embroidered room, was no stranger to Ai Lan and the group, and after greeting them with a smile, she went about her own business. Several glutinous rice balls with different fillings were chatting while eating.Dumb Aunt usually listens to Nanny Song and Li Ya, and Ai Lan will say what she wants to say without reminding her, and there is no communication barrier.

Suddenly, Xiaobai barked a few times outside, then jumped out, and soon brought a person.

Seeing someone coming, Nanny Song and Mute Aunt were not as reserved as before, but they smiled meaningfully, but Liya couldn't do it anymore, she would blush every time this person appeared and kept her head down. , dare not even look at it.

Every time Ailan sees Li Ya like this, she will feel emotional, the cardamom girl Chu Huaichun!

It was Leng Ping who came, and Ai Lan unhurriedly ate all the glutinous rice balls in his bowl before saying, "What's the matter?"

Leng Ping was already used to Ai Lan's character, so he didn't care. Instead, the dumb girl kept tugging at Ai Lan's sleeve under the table.

(End of this chapter)