Fall in love with kissing you

"Zhenbang is just because the company is too busy. He will come back for dinner in a few days."

"Oh, really? Zhang Yuan, then you should hurry up Zhenbang. If you can't run home outside every day, you, the current Mrs. Yan, have a sense of crisis!" Ning Qingcheng bent a pair of water eyes with a gentle smile in her eyes. She joked about Zhang Yuan with indifference.

"Hum, when you have time to worry about me, you'd better worry about yourself, Ning Qingcheng!" Zhang Yuan took out some facial tissues from the carton on the table, pretended to be calm and wiped some dripping clothes, but her fingers still trembled slightly with anger.

"Worry about yourself? Zhenbang cares about me very much. Who will he believe between you and me? The answer is self-evident." Ning Qingcheng's mouth slightly hooks up. There is a more angry smile on her seemingly gentle face. Ning Qingcheng looks up and down at Zhang Yuan like a smile. After a while, she takes back her eyes and shakes her head, "I don't know how Zhenbang fell in love with a woman like you at the beginning. Now he's afraid he's been avoiding you. Zhang Yuan, your wife is really a failure."

"Ning Qingcheng..." Zhang Yuan could not help but pinch the tissue paper in her hand. With a trace of resentment, she turned her eyes to Ning Qingcheng sitting leisurely in the chair, and kneaded the tissue paper in her hand into a ball. It seemed that she took the tissue paper as the object of venting her anger.

Ning Qingcheng still hangs his eyes and uses lunch.

Zhang Yuan suddenly closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and returned to her usual noble and elegant appearance. She passed by Ning Qingcheng and walked to the laundry upstairs.

Hum, want to fight me? Zhang Yuan, you'd better wait for the next life! Ning Qingcheng gently sipped the fish soup with a trace of heat. She bent her mouth and raised a beautiful face. Ning Qingcheng deliberately raised her original gentle voice: "this fish soup is really delicious, but it's pity that it's all drunk by some people's clothes."

Zhang Yuan heard Ning Qingcheng's sarcastic words under the rotating stairs. Her steps stopped slightly. There was a ferocious expression on Zhang Yuan's moving face. Damn, Ning Qingcheng, you'd better pray that you won't fall into my Zhang Yuan's hands one day!

"Madam." the servant in the laundry room bowed to Zhang Yuan.

"Well, go and get me a set of clean clothes." Zhang Yuan stepped into the bathroom next door, took off some sticky clothes she felt and put them in the laundry basket.

"Madam, I hung your clothes on the shelf for you." the servant's voice came out of the door.

"OK, go and take out some clothes in my room and wash them together. The sun is good today."

"Ma'am, are those clothes just sent back from Italy last time?" the servant's voice continued, with a hint of inquiry in her tone.

"Yes, those clothes are valuable. The master specially asked famous Italian designers to design them. You can wash the clothes later and hang them immediately." Zhang Yuan frowned with thin willow eyebrows. She quickly said that these clothes are valuable!

"OK, I'll pay attention to the time, madam. You're really lucky. The master is really kind." the servant couldn't help flattering Zhang Yuan.

"That's right. Don't think about who the master loves most!" Zhang Yuan's tightly frowned eyebrows slowly loosened. Her face was suddenly glowing with color, and her tone was also full of joy.

Famous Italian designer? Or did Yan Zhenbang specially ask people to design? Hum. Ning Qingcheng stood not far from the laundry room. She snorted a syllable contemptuously from her nose. There was a crack in the gentle water like expression on her originally beautiful face.

In Ning Qingcheng's gentle eyes, a cold light of contempt flashed. She glanced at the things placed in the corner not far away. Ning Qingcheng's red lips rose slightly in an arc. She slowly moved her high-heeled shoes and walked to the corner of the corridor step by step. There was only Ning Qingcheng "Da Da Da" in the quiet corridor The footsteps of echoed gently, but Zhang Yuan and the servant in the laundry room didn't notice anything.

Zhang Yuan, Zhang Yuan, see if you can laugh later

"Hello, Mrs. Ning. What can I do for you?" the servant just put Zhang Yuan's clothes into the washing machine. When she saw Ning Qingcheng entering the door, she said hello to her politely.

"Well, you're busy. I just want to wash some clothes." Ning Qingcheng's lips lifted a faint smile, as if his very gentle eyes gently glanced at Zhang Yuan's clothes just ready to wash in the washing machine.

The material of the clothes... Is really good... Ning Qingcheng faintly lowered her eyes. She silently looked at the clothes in the washing machine, and a trace of cold light outlined them in the corners of her eyes.

"I've put my clothes in. You can wash them later." Ning Qingcheng raised a gentle smile like the spring breeze to the servant, and soft words came out of her red lips.

"OK, I'll wash my clothes well." the servant nodded humbly and returned to Ning Qingcheng with a bright smile.

"Well, work hard, 'wash your clothes well." Ning Qingcheng chewed the syllables of the words "wash your clothes well", and she smiled more and more gently, but with an imperceptible chill. "I just made some snacks and afternoon tea in the kitchen. If you don't mind, come down and have a cup of afternoon tea with me later."

"How can you dislike it, Mrs. Ning? You are really a kind person. I'll go down and try your craft now!" the servant's face showed a happy look. You know, servants like them, but it's difficult to have the opportunity to taste the rich man's so-called afternoon tea. It's not easy to have a good meal. How could she miss this opportunity?

"It's in the kitchen. You'll go to the kitchen later and take the afternoon tea to the garden. It should be a good place to drink afternoon tea." Ning Qingcheng stepped on high-heeled shoes. She slightly hooked her red lips, hugged her round arms, and hung her gentle look on her face, as if she was a kind person who accidentally fell here.

"OK, I'll go down now!" the servant hurried down the stairs and ran downstairs to the kitchen.

"Hum, it's really a tricky servant!" Ning Qingcheng's gentle look like spring disappeared in a moment.