She raised her chin, slowly stretched out her fingers, picked up Zhang Yuan's precious clothes in the washing machine, and then took out the cans brought from the corner of the corridor. Ning Qingcheng was cold with beautiful eyes. She poured all the unknown liquid in the jar into the washing machine.

"Zhang Yuan, I see if you can wear expensive Italian clothes to show off!" Ning Qingcheng stared at all the liquid in the jar and poured it in. She coldly raised her eyebrows, reached out and quickly covered the cover of the washing machine, and then ordered the water level and switch.

Feeling the sound of running water when the washing machine began to discharge water, Ning Qingcheng bent a pair of beautiful eyes with satisfaction. She looked ironically at the shower room where the sound of flower sprinkling was still making. Ning Qingcheng hummed gently, turned and walked out of the laundry room slowly.

"Did you just forget to press down the washing machine to wash clothes?" Ning Qingcheng had a decent smile on her face. She walked down the stairs slowly and asked the servant who had just come out of the kitchen with a smile.

"Oh, look at my memory! I'll hurry up now..." the servant was a little shocked. Washing clothes was originally her job. If she neglects her duty, then

"What are you nervous about? I've put it down for you to wash." Ning Qingcheng stretched out his hand and gently covered her mouth. Some people laughed like fun.

"Oh, well, thank you very much, Mrs. Ning."

"You're welcome. Well, go and prepare afternoon tea!" Ning Qingcheng gently leaned over his body, and his elegant face returned to his usual gentle face.

"Mrs. Ning is really polite." the servant in the laundry room sighed as Ning Qingcheng's beautiful back gradually disappeared at the end of the corridor.

"Hmm? The clothes have been washed?" Zhang Yuan combed her half dry hair with one hand and shouted to the servant in the laundry room.

"It's done... God, how did this dress look like this?" the servant's panic voice rang through the laundry room.

"What's the matter? What are you shouting about?" Zhang Yuan frowned and walked out of the room impatiently. Her voice was slightly dignified.

"Husband, madam... Look at these clothes..." the servant picked up the clothes in the washing machine and unfolded them to show Zhang Yuan clearly.

"Well, who did this!" Zhang Yuan couldn't help but stare round her smart eyes. She stretched out her hand to pull her clothes and hurriedly looked into the washing machine.

Zhang Yuan saw that several clothes had been dyed in a mess. One corner was printed with a piece of red and the other was dyed with a piece of blue. These clothes were good. They were all dyed in various colors, and most of them were Zhang Yuan's clothes airlifted from Italy. Only a few scattered skirts were Ning Qingcheng's, and they were worthless at first sight, The kind of floor goods used to make up.

The answer is self-evident. Zhang Yuan's delicate face changed all kinds of expressions, and finally evolved into a ferocious look. She firmly clenched her long nails and whispered out the man's name word by word: "Ning Qingcheng!"

"Husband, madam, I'm sorry, i... I don't know how clothes become like this..." the servant looked at Zhang Yuan's increasingly gloomy face and shouted in her heart that it's bad. She can't afford to pay for these valuable clothes as a servant!

"Forget it." Zhang Yuan shook her finger hard, and finally she could only loosen it feebly. Although she knows that the bitch Ning Qingcheng did it, but... Now she has no evidence. Even if she is looking for Yan Zhenbang theory, he won't believe himself

"Husband, madam..." when the servant heard Zhang Yuan's words, she couldn't help trembling with a little fear and looked at Zhang Yuan in surprise.

"Next time, be smart and don't be taken advantage of by some people!" Zhang Yuan put down her serious words. She coldly raised her eyebrows and looked at the clothes in the washing machine. Zhang Yuan's tone paused for a few seconds. "And these clothes, throw them all away."

Before Zhang Yuan's voice fell, she clenched her fist, but her face was plain and calm: she can only swallow it now. After all, Ning Qingcheng is in the limelight now, but she Zhang Yuan is not a bully. When I turn over, Ning Qingcheng, you woman, wait for me, and I will give it back to you thousands of times!

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuan slowly took out the mobile phone in her pocket. She stretched out her finger, gently opened the mobile phone screen and clicked on the mobile phone contact. The word Chu Qing suddenly jumped into her eyes.

Zhang Yuan frowned slightly. Now she has been pressed by Ning Qingcheng. It's not a way to go on like this. She can only find a way to get her back

"Hello? Check it out for me. Where does Chuqing work now?" Zhang Yuan dialed a string of calls. She slightly hooked her lips and a cold light appeared in her eyes.

"Madam, I already know where Chuqing works. She is in a dessert shop." after a while, the person on the phone called, and a slow voice came from the mobile phone.

"Well, you did a good job." Zhang Yuan smiled up with satisfaction. She looked straight at Ning Qingcheng sitting leisurely in the garden drinking afternoon tea. Zhang Yuan couldn't help deepening the smile around her mouth. Ning Qingcheng, you will always be planted in my hand, whether in the past or now!

"Hello, what would you like to order for dessert?" the receptionist politely asked the woman in her forties standing in front of her with a sweet smile on her face.

"Thank you, but I'm not here to order dessert. I want to find an employee in your store. Her name is Chu Qing. I have something very urgent to find her. I'm her mother." standing in the dessert store is no one else, but Zhang Yuan, who came to find Chu Qing.

"So you're Xiaoqing's mother. OK, Xiaoqing, she just came to work. I'll call her now. Wait first." the waiter looked at Zhang Yuan in surprise, turned and walked into the room.

"Chu Qing, a woman who said she was your mother said she wanted to find you. It seems that there is something very urgent."

"Is it true, Sister Zhang?" Chu Qing's eyes were a little surprised. How could her mother come here to find her? No, she had to hurry over!

"It's true. Hey, Xiaoqing, don't run so fast..." Sister Zhang helplessly looked at Chuqing running out, and she shook her head.

"Mom?" as soon as Chuqing came to the front desk, she searched for the familiar figure with a pair of water eyes, but Zhang Yuan grabbed Chuqing's slender hand.

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