Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"If you can, you'll start working today," said Ma Zi, taking a contract from behind. "This is the servant contract of the manor. Tomorrow should happen to be the third day. We've paid all your money tonight. According to the calculation, you need to be a servant here for four and a half months."

"OK."

"Then write it off."

"OK," Ye Qingcheng nodded slightly, "and I'd like to ask... Doesn't your maid's monthly salary seem so high? In other words, there will be other jobs in my work?"

At the very least, ye Qingcheng is still very sensitive. She is afraid of "that kind of thing" again.

Maybe it's because she's in a wolf's nest now.

"Cough..." the horse didn't expect Ye Qingcheng to ask, "Er, the young master said that people who appreciate beauty will be happy, and the young master's mood is priceless..."

"..." Ye Qingcheng took his work clothes and said nothing more, so he went to the bathroom to change his clothes.

"By the way, Miss ye, the young master is upstairs. You change your clothes and go upstairs to serve the young master."

"...?!" Ye Qingcheng stopped with his clothes. "Shouldn't I be responsible for cleaning? And I don't understand anything."

"We should keep the young master happy at any time. Otherwise, you may try to find a better looking man in the villa?"

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Ye Qingcheng's hand holding the clothes tightened slightly!

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Dongfang Shijin turned his back to the door of the bedroom. The slender and tall figure was shrouded in light smoke. He suddenly snuffed out the cigarette end in his hand. His chest seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud. There would be repressive heavy rain at any time.

Damn it, why did he try to restrain his impulse to rub her into his arms after a day?

Dongfang Shijin raised his hand and slightly loosened his tie. He was a little upset.

"Squeak --"

The sound of the door opening was subtle but still abrupt, and the hand of Dongfang Shijin stopped slightly.

"I... what service do you need?" Ye Qingcheng put his hands in front of him, feeling stuffy. There was no window in the room, and the thick and choking smell of smoke was pungent.

The soft and sweet voice seemed to stir the heartstrings of Dongfang Shijin. He turned and leaned in front of the door leading to the balcony, with slender legs.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. The woman standing in front of the door was wearing a black-and-white servant uniform. The black-and-white hoop skirt was open at the thigh, and a half tube of white stockings with lace.

The collar of the servant's dress is a traditional square collar. Some of the sizes on Ye Qingcheng are too large, which makes her round and better.

Her face was a little pale, but it was hard to hide her thrilling beauty. Her eyes were clear and beautiful, but they had enough clever charm.

Maybe it's because on her first day, she just pulled up her long hair with a loose rubber band, and there is a chance that her broken hair will fall down, outlining the perfect curve from her chin to her shoulder blade.