Hidden marriage sweet honey: president, super love

Jiang Nuan vaguely remembers that someone gave her medicine last night.

But she thought the man was a man.

She felt wrong?

Filipino maids pull back her mind, "Miss Susan, how are you? Is there anything wrong with your body?"

Ginger warm back to God on her concern, staring at his eyes, shaking his head, barely smile, "no, I'm much better, the fever should go down. Thank you. But for you, I might have fainted on the side of the road yesterday. "

"It's OK. Neighbors should help each other. Besides, we are all Chinese. We should help each other when we go out."

The Filipino maid brought her a set of clean clothes and said with a smile, "there are no women's clothes at home. Although this set of household clothes is worn by men, no one has worn it. It's still brand new. I asked my husband, and he said that he could bring it to you as a change of clothes first. Last night, I was sweating. Let's get up and take a bath. It will be much more comfortable. "

Jiang Nuan held the soft high-grade gray home clothes in her arms and silently lowered her eyelids. Her thick curly eyelashes were slightly closed, so that people could not see what she was thinking.

Even the color of Ju's clothes is the same as what he likes.

She remembered that the car she was in yesterday was driven by her mysterious neighbor. That is to say, besides the Filipino maid, her cheeky neighbor also helped yesterday

Jiang Wenyi felt dizzy and headache for a moment. After taking a bath, she changed her clothes and came out of the bathroom. A breeze just came in from the window, which made her feel much fresher.

She took her clothes and went downstairs. When little kirky saw her, she immediately clung to her side.

"Woof, woof!"

"Good morning, little potato."

Jiang Wen said hello to him, bent down and touched his dog's head, then turned to the busy Filipino servant downstairs and said, "Sister Zhang, thank you. I'll go back and wash my clothes and iron them again. Maybe I'll buy a new set."

The Filipino maid wiped her hands and came over. She said angrily, "Miss Susan, you are too polite. Your husband didn't ask you to return it. You go back and change your clothes. Just give me this. I'll wash it. Don't buy a new one. Mr. has too many clothes to wear."

"That's funny."

Jiang Nuan was wearing the clothes of a strange man. Although the clothes were new and her neighbor didn't wear them, she always had a sense of shame. It seemed that this kind of behavior happened to two strange men and women. They were too close.

"I'd better wash the clothes and return them."

Seeing her insistence, the Filipino maid took her by the hand and pulled her to the dining table with a steaming breakfast on it.

She put Jiang Nuan in the chair and said gently, "I made you white porridge. I'll go back after breakfast! If you burn like this, you can't go to work today. Anyway, you have a rest at home. It's better to eat something and then go back. I've heard that it's best to drink porridge after catching a cold. If you force out a hot sweat, the cold will be OK. "

Jiang Nuan couldn't laugh or cry, but he said gratefully, "thank you."

The Filipino maid served her a bowl of porridge. "Since I got up in the morning, you have said thank you to me three times. Everyone is Chinese, so don't be polite to me. Eat. I just made this. The temperature is just right. "

"Thank you..." Jiang Nuan almost wanted to say thank you again. He swallowed the words and began to eat the porridge with a spoon.

The Filipino maid looked at her delicious food, full of sense of achievement, and then saw her white face and the tip of her nose. She couldn't help saying, "Miss Susan, your boyfriend..."