Young master is too stupid

Chapter 40 Young Master, Did You Do It On Purpose? (1)
It is said that behind a successful man there is always a troublesome woman.

Without this troublesome woman, the man's change is obvious.

A wrong tie, a bow tie that you forgot to button, a half-turned-half wrinkled shirt collar, small details can be noticed by those who have passed by.

The marriage of the son of the president of the Royal Hotel is in jeopardy.

The gossip of the employees after dinner can't be spread to the president's office, which is too high, but only circulated in the circle of the little sisters.

Some people said that the president's wife couldn't stand the loneliness and Hongxing cheated out of the affair, and was angered by the president and gave up.

Some people say that it was originally a loveless marriage between rich and powerful families, but now it is just the distribution of profits and some legal procedures.

Some people also said that the president's ex-girlfriend came back from abroad to fight for love, and the president's wife couldn't beat the mistress, so she fled back to her mother's house crying.

All kinds of versions have been rolled in Yao Qianshu's ears. After listening too much, she can now open her eyes and pat gossip people in surprise and say: "Is it true or not? It's so exciting!"

"You work as a maid in someone's house, don't you even know? I still want to get gossip from you!"

"Oh, you guys don't understand. The wealthy family has a lot of rules. We can't talk to the young master at ordinary times, and the young mistress is also a dragon."

What she said was not completely false, at least she and the young master hadn't spoken for a long time to be true.

He came back later than when he first got married, but now she doesn't even have the qualifications to be slightly sour.

A few days ago, when it was close to four o'clock, she got up early and walked out of the room to find him lying on his side on the sofa and fell asleep just like that.The tie was thrown at her feet, the shirt was opened wide to her lower abdomen, her brows were furrowed, her thin lips were tight, and her heart throbbed in frustration.

The ashtray was full of cigarette butts.

But she has never seen the young master smoking.

Taking a blanket with her hand, she performed her servant's duty and covered him up.

His long eyelashes moved slightly, his blurred eyes slowly opened, and there was her figure inside, he raised his hand to caress her face, his thin lips were chanting words but he couldn't hear what he was whispering, only felt that he was almost close to kiss her She, however, pulled away from her at the shortest distance and walked upstairs.

She sat on the sofa and thought about the divorce agreement he took away. The young master never told her when the agreement would take effect, nor did he tell her when he would sign it.

Probably think it's not important at all, she doesn't need to know.

Anyway, when to leave and when to take effect, the young master has the final say.

But who is she now?Is it the wife or the ex-wife?

"Xiaoshu, go tell your young master about the sufferings of our people. Don't bully us poor migrant workers just to chase after women. The hotel is going to hold an overseas food exhibition soon, right? It's Wang Ying's company that organizes it? Force us What kind of training, so many foods to memorize, the brain cells are dead."

"Didn't he gossip for us to relieve the pressure? The young master is already very kind."

"Wow, Xiaoshu, you are really a servant of the president's family, so you can speak for him like this! How can it be such a good thing to use gossip in exchange for labor!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Ah, the elevator is finally here. Get off work, go home, go home!"

"The elevator must be crowded on weekends after get off work, let me go first, I have an appointment!"

A group of people who were waiting for the elevator to get off work were happily waiting for the elevator door to open.

There was a ding, and the door opened.

Contrary to expectations, the elevator was empty, and there was only one person standing there alone. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, lowered his brows and closed his eyes. When the elevator door opened, he raised his pupils a little, and then lowered them instantly.

"President...President?" All the waitresses stared wide-eyed, and the gossip male protagonist suddenly appeared in front of them, or was he in the elevator of their ordinary employees?

"Hmm." He replied in a low voice.

How could the president take the elevator of ordinary employees?Is his business elevator broken?

No wonder the elevator is empty, who dares to take the same elevator as the president?The waitresses looked at each other, but no one dared to step into the elevator.

"Aren't you going?" The president raised his hand to block the door.

"Uh... what should I do?" the maids turned their heads and muttered.

"Let's go, what's the matter, the president doesn't know how to eat people, and the elevator is too difficult to wait for on weekends, so I don't want to waste time here, what do you think, Xiaoshu?"

"Um... ah."

"Why are you smiling so calmly? Like an idiot!"

"I don't. I'm afraid you are in a hurry!"

"Then... let's go. The president seems to be a pretty good person, and he is still waiting for us."

A group of women crowded into the elevator. After all, there were still too many people and it was a bit crowded.The president, Mr. Gentleman, had to retreat to a corner, and finally got everyone into the elevator.

She felt that the young master was right behind her, her back was close to his warm chest, and the sound of the young master's gentle, steady breathing without any emotional waves came from above her head...

The silence in the elevator didn't match the aura of the women, and finally someone couldn't bear the dead atmosphere and opened his mouth to speak.

"By the way, Xiaoshu, where are you going to play this weekend?"

"Me? Go home."

"Oh, I've pretended to be an employee in front of the president, don't lie to us, Director Shu has an appointment with you, right?"

"That's not an agreement." She just returned this month's salary to Director Shu as agreed.

"Ouch, what should we call a date?"

Jingle Bell……

Her cell phone rang inappropriately, and she picked up Director Shu's cell phone, "Hello. Well, the parking lot, I'm in the elevator, I'll be there soon."

The breathing behind his back suddenly became heavy and rapid, and the throbbing pain was restrained...

"Couple phone, spend the weekend together, the horoscope is one, Xiaoshu! Admit it generously! The president came back from abroad, so open to democracy, he will not object to the office romance!"

"...I don't like it." The man who had been silent in the corner opened his lips arrogantly, inserting forcefully into the woman's chatter.

"Huh?" Did the flattery hit the horse's hoof?
"I don't practice democracy, and I don't like office romances." He reiterated mercilessly, instantly bringing the tense atmosphere to a freezing point.

The elevator ding sounded, and a group of women ran out of the elevator in the cold air.

"Oh my god, did you see that the president's eyes are so scary."

"I see, I see! I've been staring at Xiaoshu's cell phone, as if I want to break it in half."

"Yeah! What did you say that Xiaoshu is not allowed to have an office romance with Director Shu? It seems that it is true that he and Director Shu are at odds? You can't listen to us discussing Director Shu at all!"

"Isn't the little tree miserable? She's still working as a maid in his house... Hey... By the way... where's the little tree person? Didn't she get off the elevator?" Turning around, there was a little tail missing behind her.

"The elevator... has already gone up. Didn't the president come down?"

Yao Qianshu was grabbed by the elbow at the last moment when he got off the elevator with the crowd, pulled him back to the elevator, and fell into the arms of the man.

She was hugged by him, and the mobile phone in his hand was thrown in the corner of the elevator.

A big hand clapped the door close button and pressed it directly to the top floor.

She was about to get out of his arms, but she was turned over and pressed against the elevator wall. The man's fingers brushed away the hair on her forehead, and the tip of the man's tongue pushed her teeth away, forcefully feeding her, with a strong smell of tobacco Brushing her lips, rubbing the base of her sensitive tongue.

Sucking, gnawing, licking and kissing.

Sticky, entangled, and intimate.

He ate her lips almost savagely, like a barbarian who hasn't eaten in too long.

She couldn't breathe, and was hurt by the kiss, and the hand around her waist became tighter and tighter, so tight that she moaned softly, and he refused to relax, his lips slid along the neck, Leaving licks and bites all the way.

The oxygen in her lungs was exhausted by him, and she leaned against him to breathe heavily.

He licked the kiss lightly and intermittently.

No one spoke, letting the heat spread and overwhelm.

Obviously we see each other every day, but why are we satisfied with the heat of indulgence like we haven't seen each other for a long time?
They were obviously angry and in a cold war, but why did they hug and kiss each other so recklessly in the end?
Obviously the current relationship is not suitable for this, why do you still want to mess around again.

Her lips parted slightly, with a hint of invitation.

The throat moved slightly, and the man's black eyes could only accommodate these two lips. When he closed his eyes, he clasped the back of her head, his lips and tongue grabbed her again, and unceremoniously entered her mouth again to evacuate her lungs.

Rough panting rang around her ears, she was hugged into his arms, her cheeks were squeezed into the hem of his black suit, and her whole body was clinging to him, as if without him, she would be like a broken skeleton Instantly fell limp.

She reached into his neck on tiptoe, intimately helped him straighten the collar of his shirt that was not turned up properly, fastened the loose tie, and wiped off the trace of her lip gloss on his neckline.

The suit is straight, well-dressed, noble and charming, not inviolable, not at all like the son of the president who once indulged in making out with the female staff in the elevator.

The top floor is almost here.

Behind her came the young master's hoarse and lead-like voice.

"Tell me you didn't..."

She dared not look back.

"You tell me, you are still mine alone, you have not been touched by him." "You tell me, I will believe you."

The elevator dinged.

She shut her mouth tightly and didn't look back. She stepped out and heard the sound of the door closing behind her, as well as the sound of herself sobbing ugly.

It was too late to find out that he liked the young master now.

She is not qualified to stand by the young master's side anymore.

She rejected the young master's final compromise, and then, as a matter of course, she was gradually erased from life by the young master.

She doesn't care if the young master's daily life is left to others.What she needs to take care of is her redundant feelings.

(End of this chapter)