Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

The servant in charge of the bedroom changed. She was a relatively young girl, about the same age as ye Qingcheng. She had a typical western face, white and clean, but there were some small freckles under her eyes.

It looks a lot more playful.

But

Ye Qingcheng had no impression of her, because there were many servants in the villa.

Ye Qingcheng glanced at the clock. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon

She can really sleep

"Miss ye, do you need to go down to dinner now? Breakfast has been kept warm. I've prepared it for you this time..."

The little maid looked very lively. Barbara introduced a lot.

After washing her face, ye Qingcheng turned off the water valve. She immediately handed over the towel in her hand.

"I've... Never seen you before?"

"Miss Hui, I've been in charge of keeping the young master's pet Charles before. I'm temporarily transferred here today. According to my husband, I need a good and careful Chinese to be in charge of the second floor."

“……”

"I've been here with the housekeeper for five years. I've been transferred since the young master bought the manor."

The gentleman in her mouth should be a horse, but... What is the master's pet, Charles?

"He still has pets?" Ye Qingcheng wiped his face. Could it be... The man also has a dog?

But ye Qingcheng didn't see the shadow of the dog?

If the dog has been kept in captivity, should it always hear the dog bark?

But there seems to be no

"Miss ye, master's pet, shire, is a big white shark. She has been breeding in the ocean pool in the backyard..."

Great white shark

Ye Qingcheng was startled. Great white shark

Sure enough, she couldn't measure the man with normal people's thinking.

Only people with mental disorders keep a great white shark.

The manor was also terrible. Ye Qingcheng didn't fully understand the structure of the manor. She only knew that it was close to the sea.

After ye Qingcheng finished washing, the servant took her back to her bedroom, where a row of stylists stood——

"Miss ye, you still have 40 minutes to do the modeling design and 10 minutes to change your clothes."

When the maid said this, ye Qingcheng noticed that there was a human model near the French window on the balcony.

The model is wearing a gray and blue evening dress, a shoulder length bra, a high waist, and a fluffy and naturally falling hem. Its tail is dragged on the floor and blooms a beautiful flower

Ye Qingcheng was amazed at the elegant dress.

All kinds of skin care products and facial mask are all greeted to the face of the city. She seldom does facial care. A large part of the reason is that she is lazy.

But in peacetime, she will only apply a mask before going to bed at night.

There is hardly any maintenance on such a large scale as now

Because of the cooperation of this dress and the instructions of Dongfang Shijin, the designers only put a very light makeup on Ye Qingcheng.

Just can better decorate her beauty.

Ye Qingcheng was teased back and forth by the stylist, watching them pick up all kinds of powder puffs on her face, and the stylist made her hair behind her.

I don't know what party is so grand.

Ye Qingcheng looked at herself in the mirror, wearing a white silk nightgown, and her long hair as thick as seaweed was pulled up high.