Young master is too stupid

Chapter 17 Young master, I am so shameless, slave girl?

The day when the prince and his wife, the president of Duxton Hotel Group, were invited for an interview.

In the early morning, the young master lay on the soft bed for a while, until the little maid opened the heavy dark curtains in his room, and then he sat up from the bed with a dazed expression.

The mafia wags its tail when it sees a beautiful boy, and rushes to bed while the young master is unconscious.

The young master narrowed his eyes and yawned. Seeing his pet struggling to climb onto the bed with its butt arched, his eyes softened, and he reached out to scoop it up on the bed, and rubbed its head along its brown fur.

In a blink of an eye, the little maid was opening his wardrobe and picking out the outfit for him to wear today.

"Hey!"

"Yes, master?" She hurriedly turned around when she heard the young master's call.

He hooked his hand at her.

"are you coming?"

He nodded.

She approached the young master's bed suspiciously, and he pointed to the collapse of the bed, motioning for her to climb up.

She had no choice but to imitate the mafia's appearance, pouting her buttocks and kneeling on the bed, "Master, do you want me to help you change your clothes?"

He didn't speak, put his left hand on her head, rubbed it wantonly, and treated her fairly as if he regretted his beloved pet just now, without hesitation.In the end, he shook his hands and came to a conclusion——

"It's better to touch the Mafia."

"...Master, you..." Why do you need to provoke the harmonious relationship among employees?This will make her very jealous and hate the mafia, and she wants to cook a pot of dog meat to vent her anger!

She glared angrily at the stinky dog ​​who was competing with her for favor, it actually showed a disdainful expression, shook its neck and swung its butt, Diandianer slipped out of bed with the young master who got up and got out of bed, like a flattering follower Rubbing next to the young master.

You're the only one who can kiss ass, right?You said how can your dog be so flattering!Oops, I forgot, you are the dog leg of the ancestors!Is the hair so easy to touch?Hum hum!

"What are you wearing today?" The young master turned around and interrupted her expression with eyebrows and eyes.

She immediately jumped out of bed and presented the selected clothes to the young master.

After glancing at her outfit, the young master frowned, "You like it?"

"Eh?"

"Ask you if you like it."

"It's... not bad, it's quite cool!" Of course she likes the one she picked.

He picked up the clothes with a look of disdain, "I always like some inexplicable things."

"Hmm..." Where is she inexplicable?Don't you like it, young master?
"Why are you standing there, go out." Unbuttoning his pajamas, the young master began to clear the scene.

"Then... what about the Mafia?"

"It stays."

"Humph!"

"What are you humming?"

"..." Why only the Mafia can appreciate your naked body!It's okay to think about this kind of words in your head, but the reality is, "Master, you change slowly, and I will go out first, slave." A rotten dog, a stupid dog!Boil you into dogleg soup!
The black shirt is paired with a pure white tie, and then a snow-white suit vest. The contrast between black and white is bold and dignified. Coupled with the young master's messy black hair, it is simply——

"Oh oh oh! It's so wonderful! Xiaoqian, the young master is so stylish and handsome! He has grown up again, and he has completely become a high-quality man who is both healthy, brave and stylish!" The nurse manager looked excitedly at the coffee The young master who was reading the newspaper pulled Yao Qianshu's sleeve vigorously.

The little maid stared blankly at the young master's appearance, her heart was in a mess.Didn't he dislike the clothes she picked?Why didn't you change it, why did you still put it on?

The young master's heart, the sea needle.It's like fog and rain, it's unbelievable, it's a small restricted area that the servants who are slaves can't fathom.

"Hey! Let's go." After drinking the coffee, the young master ordered.

"Yes! The maidservant is here." She immediately put on her Doraemon bag and got into the young master's car, almost forgetting the young master's instructions. They will have a lot of conversations today!

Yao Qianshu watched the warm and rippling talk show.

It means that everyone sits down to drink tea and just chat, talk about the miserable experience and life experience in the past. In the end, we must cry until tears fall from our noses, and then everyone applauds, and it ends successfully.

But the young master hasn't set up a good trick with her yet, which of the two of them is responsible for crying?

The camera was set up and the scenery was set up, but the young master was sitting beside her, concentrating on reading the newspaper as if no one else was there, with a dignified and leisurely posture, and several reporters were elated. No one cared about the burning of her eyebrows, her heart burning like fire.If she doesn't make a good move, she wants to cry now.

"Ma'am, don't be nervous, you can just answer whatever our host asks you later." Seeing her clutching the hem of her clothes with moist eyes, the staff comforted her in a low voice.

"Is it lenient to confess?" Does it include the fact that she secretly fell in love with the monitor of the primary school behind the young master's back when she was a child?

"Hehe, this is not an interrogation. If you have some show effect, it doesn't matter if you tell lies, or you don't need to speak, it's OK."

"Is it okay if you don't talk?" So easy to get away with it?

"That's right, anyway, your husband is responsible for the ratings. Everyone is watching you for the sake of watching him. So, no one will pay special attention to you, so don't be nervous." The rich man who has always been indifferent to the media It was the first time for a man to break the ice in an interview, and he even blew up his love and marriage life, who would he look at if he didn't look at him?Even if he drags a small oil bottle by his side, it can't change his attention rate!

"...Is everyone on your TV station comforting people like this?"

"The tie is loose." The young master's cool voice suddenly sounded from beside her, interrupting her conversation with Passerby A, "Help me tie it."

After finishing speaking, he threw away the newspaper, leaned on the sofa like a gentleman, and waited for the little maid to come and serve her.

The little maid had no choice but to give up being comforted by the staff, and turned around to adjust the tie for the young master. Her virtuous and submissive appearance made the surrounding staff finally find the only reason why the wealthy young master fell in love with this little girl—how foolish!

The director gave an order, and all the cameras started to operate. Yao Qianshu's head slammed, and the charming host said:

"Welcome everyone to watch today's program. Today we are inviting the heir to the well-known hotel group in the industry - the Royal Hotel and his newlywed wife, to reveal to us the secrets of how couples get along in a wealthy marriage. Let us welcome today's guests, Would you please tell me your name?"

"Aixinjueluo? Jinyu."

"Mr. Jinyu's name is very bookish, and the lady's name is..."

"My name is Yao..." The little maid who was about to answer was interrupted by the young master's indifference——

"Her name doesn't matter."

"No...isn't it important?" The host was dumbfounded, speechless on the spot.

"My wife doesn't need to show her face."

"..." The first wave of silence.

The host picked up the topic again, "Then how do you two address each other at home?"

"Master! Master, Master! Master, Master, Master!"

"To shut up!"

"Yes, that's what he calls me at home."

"..." Shut up can also be used as a title?I have learned a lot.

"Where did Mr. Jinyu meet his wife for the first time? What was your first impression of her?"

"In the cradle." Speaking of his impression of her, he frowned, "It's a wrinkled flesh. Ugly!"

"...What about the wife?"

"Me? Uh...young master, can I say something?" She asked her master for instructions, and after receiving his nod, she opened her mouth excitedly, "The first moment I opened my eyes to look at the world ignorantly, what imprinted on my eyes was his greatness." Shadow. He doesn’t allow me to cry, thinks I’m noisy, doesn’t allow me to drool, thinks I’m dirty, doesn’t allow me to pee my pants, thinks I’m ashamed, in short, as a preschool child under one year old, the young master gave me The requirements are too harsh, it’s none of your business that I had a hard childhood.” It seems that it’s not difficult to go on TV and talk about a miserable life!She still has a lot to say, you can definitely give her an exclusive interview!

The host laughed dryly, "So the two of you are childhood sweethearts."

"Have you ever seen such a green plum, such a bamboo horse?" She pointed to the grandpa next to her, and then pointed to herself who looked like a child-in-law.If there are people whose lives are as tragic as hers, they must get to know them!
"I haven't seen it..." I don't want to see it either!

Another period of silence passed, and the host was reminded by the big-character poster held up by the director, and mechanically moved on to the next question.

"Who confessed first?"

"Confession?" The young master squinted at the little maid.After a while, he said calmly, "We don't need that kind of thing between us."

The little maid nodded frequently. The only relationship between her and the young master was the working relationship of hugging the thigh and delivering the report. There was absolutely no personal relationship like a confession!
The host laughed dryly, "Hehe...the two of you really have a heart-to-heart connection, and you have a tacit understanding. You have already sublimated to the level where you don't need to confess."

Yao Qianshu's mouth twitched.Even lies can be said in an artistic way, is this the legendary host?
After three rounds of contests in the cold, the host has already figured out the number of today's guests, and no longer cares about their feelings and the audience's feelings and frequently asks questions.

Host: "Next, let's see how well today's guests understand each other. Have you two had any fights?"

Yao Qianshu hissed and waved his hands: "Arguing? How is that possible!"

Host: "The relationship between the two is really close, respect each other..."

Yao Qianshu: "He's the one who scolded me, I just beg for mercy."

Host: "...Then what's your favorite hobby on a daily basis, sir?"

Yao Qianshu replied calmly and firmly: "Torture me."

Host: "...Then what is your wife's preference?"

The young master snorted coldly, "tortured."

The host changed the subject in a cold sweat, "What's the one thing you don't like to eat, sir?"

"He doesn't like onions!"

Finally, there was a normal answer, the host breathed a sigh of relief, and turned to look at the young master, "Do you know what your wife likes to eat the most?"

Young Master: "Scallions." "She loves everything I don't like."

"..." tears streaming down my face!A bowl of noodles, you eat noodles, I eat green onions... But, young master, that's not what I love... It's what you force me to eat every time...

It was a thrilling interview, but in the end, the young master made her cry without any pre-arranged tricks, achieving the effect that the guests of the true love show must cry. The young master really deserves to be the young master!
After the recording of the show, the young master stood up, refused all media invitations, and moved to the side of the post-production staff. With cold and threatening eyes, he whispered a few words in the staff's ear, turned around and pulled her away.

"Master, what are you telling him?" "Master, when will this show be broadcast? Do you think I will look good on camera? Will the makeup they put on me look a little prettier?"

"……To shut up!"

"……Oh."

A few days later, the young master logically went to the hotel to take over the affairs, and told her to report to the coffee shop near the hotel before he got off work.Yao Qianshu waited bored in the coffee shop next to the hotel, the big TV screen on the wall made her finally know the young master's sinister intentions.

The handsome and wonderful man is full of lazy nobility, the wedding ring in his hand is faintly visible, and the spouse sitting next to him is a woman covered in mosaics!
The sound has been processed so that it is completely impossible to identify whether it is a human or a demon.

Not only is the world incomprehensible, but even Yao Qianshu, who is a mosaic, is unbelievable.

...Master... Do I look so forbidden, so pornographic, so shameful?Why are you putting mosaics all over his body?Whoooo!
Hate!The young master on TV is so handsome.She dressed him up beautifully, but he treated her like this.Does this count as revenge?Is she so disliked by him?
While crying, she stared at the broadcasted TV program.

"How much do you like the other party?" The host asked awkwardly.

Mosaic boiled, and roared without thinking: "I will go through fire and water for the young master, and I will be heartbroken!"

"...Madam, there is no need to make the picture so bloody, ours is a warm and emotional talk show... What about sir?" Mosaic murmured and interjected: "Master, is this question difficult to ask? Your answer is worse than liking the mafia Isn't it over after a lot?"

"..." The man shot a cold light at the unsuitable mosaic, thought for a moment before speaking, "I will wear the clothes she found."

Mosaic was stupid, "Huh? Master, how much do you like this? If I don't find you clothes, will you run out naked?" Crackling.

Then even the shots of the handsome man were all mosaiced.A line of small words scrolled at the bottom of the screen——Although this channel does not support domestic violence, this lady really sucks.

There was a roar of laughter in the coffee shop, Yao Qianshu blushed, and heard several girls at the next table staring intently at the TV and discussing non-stop.

"Brother Xiaokai from the Royal Hotel? Is it the hotel we interviewed just now?"

"Ah! Doesn't that mean that as long as we pass the interview, we can see him, talk to him, and maybe have a chance to flirt with him?"

"You're blind! Choose ten out of 500 people for an interview, and the questions are so tricky, such as spoken English, western table manners, table design, it's a ghost if you get selected!"

"Yeah, I don't know which bastard came up with the exam questions. A table of large and small knives, forks, cups and plates was set up within 10 minutes. I don't believe anyone can pass the exam!"

"Whoever let him be an international hotel, the nobleman's house naturally has many rules. But he looks really stylish, he is the indifferent and sullen type I love!"

"Can you please take a look at the ring on the ring finger of his left hand? He is married."

"What's the matter! That woman must be too ugly to see people. I think our young master doesn't like his wife 100%!"

"The marriages of wealthy families are like this. There is no true love at all. Maybe this mosaic is the daughter of a chaebol, and she just got married for the sake of benefit exchange."

"It's a pity that I will never see him again..."

"Dingling clang!" The wind chimes outside the door rang.

The door of the cafe was pushed open from the outside.

A figure walked past the TV, bypassed a few chattering women, and ordered to the woman by the window: "It's off work, go home for dinner."

Several gasping sounds came out one after another.

On the TV, the son seemed to jump out of the TV suddenly. The black satin shirt was unbuttoned, the pure white suit vest, the brown sunglasses full of aura, and the shining wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand are showing the world that he is married. the identity of the meeting.He raised his hand to take off his sunglasses, his black soft hair half covered his eyelids, his dark pupils glanced sullenly at the women who were making loud gasping noises, and turned away in an instant to look at the woman he was looking for.

"Not leaving yet?"

"Yes! Master wait for me, I haven't paid the bill yet..." How much is the matcha cake and grapefruit juice she ordered?

Unable to bear her slowness, he turned around and walked to the bar, took out his wallet and paid for her.

She stumbled to the front of the bar, and the young master was accepting the cashier's change.

"Master, I will return the money to you later."

He looked down at her with the look of looking crazy, "You still have to try."

You still have a try and see how I will deal with you.

She received the naked threat hidden in the words, and was suffocated, her lips were flattened and she didn't dare to say more.

While lowering his eyes, he suddenly felt something was wrong. He stared at the little maid beside him strangely. The woman who had always only reached his chest suddenly rushed to his shoulder.

"Are you wearing high heels?"

"Huh? Master, did you see it? Last time, the staff of the TV station suggested that women would have a better temperament when wearing high heels. It's true, my breasts are much higher after wearing them. Look at them. .” She walked around a few times with difficulty on her stiletto heels.

"Take it off."

The little maid folded her hands in panic, "Master, it's not good to be in public."

The young master frowned in disgust, "Then take it off in the car."

"Um... clothes?"

The young master rolled his eyes, and he stretched out his shoes against her stiletto heels. She staggered and swayed, unable to stand still, so she had to put her hand on his arm and smiled dryly at the young master.

He ignored her fawning smile, "Without my permission, you are not allowed to wear it in the future."

"...Why?" She pouted. Although she is a maid, she is also a woman. Can't she be allowed to show a little bit of female secondary characteristics outside of work?

The young master touched her forehead with his fingers, "You...you are only allowed to reach my chest."

"..." Is it because she is too well developed that he will overtake him?But no matter how much she wears high heels, she will never be taller than the young master.

The man put on his sunglasses and unreasonably led the woman out of the coffee shop. The women at the table who had been having a happy discussion exchanged winks.

"Is that... the young master's little secret?"

"Isn't it my wife?"

"It shouldn't be the mosaic, right? It doesn't look like it? And...does he mean that?"

"What do you mean?"

"The high heels are too high, it's inconvenient to hold them. You just need to reach my chest, let me hold you in my arms at any time, and hug you well? Ah! So cute and aura!"

"...Why don't you say that he made a mosaic for his wife in order to avoid someone coveting her beauty? 'I can't let you show up, I can't let other men see you, you belong to me alone!'"

"Ah! So this is the truth that the world doesn't know? It's so cute!"

(End of this chapter)