Young master is too stupid

Chapter 11 Master, please stop telling bad jokes!

Ever since he came back from the coffee shop, Yao Qianshu had never seen the young master's good face again.

The already frosty face seemed to be resculpted in a freezer, and the temperature had dropped below the acceptable range for human beings.

He ignored her, went to Miss Ruoruo's appointments frequently, and let her follow him handing water, food, and panties, but he just ignored her.His voice is only occasionally heard when talking on the phone.

"How do I know what flowers to wrap, just wrap whatever."

"I want a carload of fireworks, not a fireworks show, and I don't need sponsorship! Don't call again."

"The shape of the diamond ring? Whatever! Ask my wife? Where did I get my wife if I didn't propose?"

"Crack!"

He hung up the phone angrily, and saw her hastily lowered her head in guilt, and looked away from him.

She is a slave, so you can't talk too much. If the young master wants to propose to a bad woman, if the bad woman signs the bill and swipes the card, and gets slapped by the bad woman, then go ahead.She just needs to serve her master well.

"Snapped!"

The mobile phone was photographed on the coffee table by the irritable young master, and he turned and went upstairs to close the door with a "slam".

Being indifferently ignored by the young master, Yao Qianshu's stalking became aboveboard, and even Miss Ruoruo's eyes were full of sarcasm.

She was like an obstructive and redundant person following behind the man and woman who looked good, just to fulfill her mission as a slave - to protect the young master's safety.

In the cinema, sitting alone in the corner of the back row, she saw Miss Ruoruo whispering something in the young master's ear.

In the aquarium, through the blue sea water and thick glass, she saw that Miss Ruoruo's hand started to wrap around the young master's arm, and the young master did not avoid her.

In the amusement park, she was invited to the front row of the roller coaster when she was alone, and as soon as she got off the roller, she secretly hid by the trash can and vomited wildly.

Her stomach was churning, when suddenly a bottle of mineral water was handed to her. She thanked her repeatedly, but when she took the water bottle, she found that it was Miss Ruoruo.

"Little slave, aren't you tired yet? It's very rude to disturb others on a date, what do you want to go back?" She is indeed tired and has no education, but she is not reconciled to going back like this, the task given by the nanny The execution was not good, the young master was seduced by the wicked woman and ran away, and he never needed her again.

The stomach medicine he just bought was in the man's pocket, but there was only a trash can in front of him, and the little maid carrying a big bag of Doraemon disappeared. He frowned and asked his girlfriend.

"What about her?"

"She said she was tired and went home first, senior, and finally there are only two of us left." "Ah, it seems to be raining, senior, shall we find a place to hide from the rain and have dinner?" "Let's go eat Is Western food good? I have been looking for an authentic Western-style steakhouse since I returned home, shall I take you there?"

He hated eating western food, but he was dragged into a quiet western-style steakhouse, where the rain outside was crackling and scratches slid down the glass windows.

The raw and cold appetizers, the creamy thickened soup, and the bloody steak with thick sauce made him lose his appetite.

He began to wonder why he was sitting here, facing a woman who loved these strange foods.

He wants to go home.He would rather eat a bowl of braised noodles in front of his coated servant than sit here.

Looking out of the rainy window in boredom, an embarrassed figure bumped into his sight.

The little maid who was supposed to be eating the stewed noodles he yearned for at home was hiding under the narrow eaves with wet hair, pitifully gnawing on dry bread.

Asshole!Didn't you stop following him, didn't you go home?Why don't you go home?Why eat bread?Why is it raining?Why do you want to seduce his unbearable heart!
Yao Qianshu felt that she was miserable, and she also wanted to sneak into the steakhouse to eat and watch, but when she opened her wallet, she swallowed her saliva and ran to the bakery next door to buy a few pieces of dry bread to satisfy her hunger.

The nanny said that the follow-up fee was within the scope of reimbursement from public funds, but she had to have invoice evidence, which meant that she had to put her own banknotes first.Following the young master is expensive, and her small wallet is already too much.

After gnawing on the bread, after the day is over, I have to report to the nanny to give my opinion when I go back.

It's so cold, she squatted down and curled up under the eaves, how long will they have to eat?Will the young master propose on a sudden whim in this shop with a good atmosphere?
That's right, there is nothing wrong with Ms. Ruoruo. Apart from being Mr. Shu's ex-girlfriend, she is an old classmate of the young master. Like the young master, she has been to the country she only saw on TV. She has many You can chat with the young master, she seems to be more convenient than her and the nanny.

She couldn't accompany the young master to the cinema, she didn't dare to take the young master on a roller coaster ride, and she didn't even dare to try to hold the young master's hand.

Her inexplicable loneliness must be the same as that of the nanny, because she doesn't want to see the young master grow up and fly away without them?
It was still raining, her head was so heavy, her eyes were so dark, her body was so cold, and her Doraemon bag was so heavy.She can't stand anymore...

Someone came over, stood in front of her, and remained silent for a long time, making the atmosphere around her dignified.Her head was so heavy that she couldn't lift her head to look at him.

He stretched out his hand to pull her, hugged her, and hugged her, but she struggled unconsciously and uncooperatively, but as long as he spoke a word or a voice, she suddenly fell silent.

"Who told you to stand here and get wet in the rain!"

"Who told you to stand here and get wet in the rain?"

"Master, I...I..."

"Do you like me?"

"No, no, young master, I won't, I dare not!"

"Then what do I do if I like you?"

"...Master, do you like me as a slave? Really...Really?"

"Little Qianqian, I can't live without you!"

Well!The young master hugged her, but why does this hug feel so tight, making people breathless, uh...so hot...Young master, your hug is so passionate and intense, although she is very happy, but she still has to break free Come and breathe wow!

"Whoa!"

She pushed away the heavy hug with her hands and feet.

"Clap!"

The young master didn't let her go, and insisted on hugging her tighter and tighter.

"Young...young master, don't do this again, I have difficulty breathing, my servant... We will not have any results, I can't satisfy you, my servant..."

"Can you satisfy me by kicking the quilt?"

"Huh? Yeah?"

Yao Qianshu woke up from a deep dream, sat up on the bed with a "hula", and watched the young master pinching the quilt to press against him.

Uh... She suddenly understood what that crushing hug was.She is dead!To have such a rebellious dream, dreaming that the young master confessed to himself!How...how is this possible!Don't let the nanny know, otherwise she will break the three laws of maids!

"Young...Master." She greeted him timidly.

When did he sit by her bed, staring at her embarrassing appearance of kicking the quilt for a long time?
Seeing how dissatisfied he pursed his lips, he probably covered her with the quilt a few times, but she kicked her away without knowing what to do.Well!She was simply a failed maid who actually let the young master condescend to cover her with the quilt.

"Master... Did you send me back?"

He raised his eyebrows and glanced at her coldly, his expression seemed to say, who else would carry her home except him, a guy who occasionally didn't know his head.

"Thank you for your generosity, Master. It's just a cold. I feel better after a night of sleep, hehe." She was about to get out of bed after saying that, "I don't need to ask for leave, I can go to work." As a maid, the young master had to use his strength to carry her When she came back, she was really shameless, and she wanted to restore her lost reputation as a maid.

"do not move."

"Huh?" The young master's order made her climb up the bed and freeze.

"Climb back." "Lie down." "Cover the quilt."

He ordered her to move with one password, and she obediently nestled under the blanket to watch over the young master.

He picked up a bowl of porridge from a small table on one side, swung the porcelain spoon a few times, shook a spoon, and brought it to her mouth abruptly.

"eat."

"Master, do you want to feed me porridge?" How is this possible?This is not in line with the law of maids, and - her hands are not broken, she can eat by herself.

"Stop talking nonsense and open your mouth." He frowned.

"Oh..." Although it doesn't conform to the maid's law, it's always right to listen to the young master.

She opened her mouth, and a spoonful of porridge was stuffed into her mouth unceremoniously, making her cough and wheeze.

"Master, let me eat by myself." If he feeds her again, it's not her mouth that will be full but her nose...

Seeing that she was being fed by him with a painful face, he pouted his lips in annoyance, stuffed the porridge into her hand, and simply sat by the bed without making a sound.

She blew on the porridge silently, ate it in pieces, and secretly looked at the strange young master while eating.

After a while, he said, "Hi!"

"Yes, Master!"

"Do you know who always loses in boxing games?"

"Huh? Young...Master, I'm stupid as a slave, I don't know how to feed you." It would be too inhuman for the young master to pose intellectual problems to someone recovering from a serious illness.

"Isn't it Doraemon?" Because it always punches!He looked at her like an idiot.

She stuffed a spoonful of porridge into her mouth, and when she heard this dumbfounding answer, the porridge almost gushed out of her mouth, and the spoon froze at the corner of her twitching mouth.

"You know who loves helping others the most?"

"..." Young master, what on earth do you want? Do you want her to eat porridge? "Back to young master, slaves are stupid. I don't know."

"Isn't that the one with the round hands?" She was really stupid enough!Besides Doraemon, who wants to always stretch out the "round" hand!Seeing her frozen in place, twitching the corners of her mouth, he frowned, "Don't you think it's funny?"

"...Master, do you want me to laugh? Oh...then hahahahahaha." The task assigned by the young master became more and more difficult. "Master, is there anything else you can do?" "It's okay, I'll eat the porridge, huh." After completing the young master's order, she blew the hot porridge on her own, and when she saw the young master standing up from her bed, she relaxed. In one breath, he thought that he had finally shown mercy, stopped the mental abuse, and was about to leave.

"Slave, let me send you off to the young master."

"How dare you drive me away?"

As soon as the words were finished, the young master suddenly stood up and supported the bed with both hands, forcing her to lean against the head of the bed.She was shrouded in the black shadow of the young master leaning down, and met his staring and resentful eyes.

Those eyes seemed to scold her "repeatedly and three-dimensionally around" for being uninterested, uncute, knowing good and bad, and not knowing the heights of heaven and earth.

Smoke from the hot porridge did not intend to create romance, it floated innocently between the noses of the young master and the little maid, just slowly climbing up in accordance with the laws of nature.

Isn't it too embarrassing to be romanticized by the water vapor of a bowl of porridge?But the atmosphere is so strange, the tone of the barbaric accent changed in an instant, and the inexplicable ripples in my heart fluttered with the mist, and could never go away.

The young master's beautiful face was right in front of the curling mist, and amidst the entanglement, the sharp eyes seemed to be soaked and affected by the mist, and gradually softened, becoming as deep as a black ink pool.

"Why did you drive me away? Are the jokes I tell so bad?"

"...No." Is it something wrong with her ears, or the magic power of porridge is too great, this is the first time she heard the young master's warm voice, "Young master shouldn't have entered my room in the first place, it's against the rules Well...if the nanny sees it, I will be scolded..."

"Then why are you standing there waiting for me?"

"...Because the nanny told me to follow the young master...Because the nanny is worried that you will be defiled by a bad woman with a scheming heart. Because you have never been in love, young master, you will be bullied if you have no love experience. You will be sad, and you will be unable to think about it when you are sad..."

"You are so annoying."

In an instant, the little maid's babbling voice, babbling reasons, and unflattering excuses were all contained in the young master's mouth.

She clasped the porcelain bowl in her hand, and passively accepted the twisting and probing on her lips. The hair on the young master's forehead slipped to her eyelashes, and the trembling and trembling made her a little itchy. She raised her hand to rub her eyes, but was caught The young master took advantage of the situation and put it on the back of his neck, as if he didn't want her to just enjoy it passively.

As if it was predicted that she would not dare to resist, the young master ate hard, squinted his eyes and pressed her against the head of the bed recklessly.

She closed her eyes tightly and was afraid to respond, until the temperature of the porridge in her hand cooled down, the young master moved her mouth away a little.

The deep rosy color on the young master's lips was clearly still hot. She didn't dare to look directly at her, so she pursed her mouth, "Young master...why do you want to kiss...your servant me again."

Didn't she give the young master her first kiss?Is this the latest rule set by the young master?Do you want to give even a second kiss?
He was taken aback by the question, as if he hadn't thought about answering this question at all, just like when he ordered a meal, he never thought that the waiter would suddenly ask, sir, why did you order this dish?

What if asked?Then—

"I'm happy, what's none of your business?"

"...Oh. Slave, I'll just ask casually."

She lowered her head quite calmly and continued to eat porridge, that indifferent and disgusting look made the young master squint his eyes.

He lifted her head and wanted to kiss her for the third time.

But this time she refused, and protested against the young master's chest: "Young master, don't do this, young master, you are so bad, young master, please let me go! If the nanny sees it, I will die as a slave." , young master, please do me a favor. The Mafia is upstairs, go find it if you need it. I still want to eat porridge, slave girl!"

"..." What does her delicate tone mean?Why could she turn him into a perverted bastard who forced girls with just one word.

"Put the bowl down and kiss me."

"Why?" There is no such thing as "kissing with the boss" in the labor contract!

"Who said I would be cheated by a woman?"

"Uh, slave me."

"And who said I have no love experience?"

"……I."

"Then who will help me accumulate experience and teach me how to kiss?"

"I……"

"Humph."

"Huh?" She was fooled!
Young master...you are so foolish!Don't play like this!
(End of this chapter)