Lucky to Have You Till the End

He did not walk in, leaning against the door frame.

Tang Xinyan didn't dare to look back, but he couldn't help but think of him swallowing clouds and fog. He must be slightly squinting deep eyes, slowly exhaling white smoke, her expression secretive, making people unable to see his inner thoughts.

He leaned on the door frame, his posture was quite casual, and his deep gaze moved as her figure moved.

This is probably the least servant-like servant in the world!

His employer is standing here alive. She doesn't say hello and treats him as a transparent person.

Tang Xinyan smelled the smell of tobacco floating from time to time, and her heartbeat began to turmoil.

What does he want to do?

Even if she doesn't look back, she can feel his eyes on her.

She doesn't understand why he wants to see her?

In fact, Mo Chi Wei didn't understand why, how could his attention be attracted by a servant, he himself felt strange.

Flicking the soot at his fingertips, he stepped towards the kitchen.

Tang Xinyan heard the footsteps behind her, and her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Did he spot her?

"Is there warm water?" The man's low voice came from behind.

Tang Xinyan picked up her hijab and covered her face, her voice rustled back, "Yes."

She wanted to go out to the drinking fountain in the restaurant to pour water with him, but his tall body blocked her.

She hung her head, afraid to look at him.

She moved to the left, and he moved with it.

She went to the right, and his long legs stretched out, blocking her way.

Her eyelashes trembled violently.

In the air, a weird atmosphere is flowing, and this atmosphere makes people's hearts almost suffocated.

Mo Chiwei stared at the woman in front of him for nearly a minute. He narrowed his dark black eyes and said coldly, "What is your name?"

Tang Xinyan had already thought of an English name, "Niki."

"Remove your hand, I want to see how you look." His voice was cold, with a tone that couldn't hold his beak.

Tang Xinyan's breath tightened.

"Sir, the customs of our country cannot be lifted in front of men."

Mo Chiwei looked at her gray eyes and thin lips, and pressed them into a straight line, "Isn't it? Well, you are now fired."

Tang Xinyan, "Did I make any mistakes?"

The more Mo Chiwei looked at her, the more something was wrong.

He squeezed the smoke from his fingertips and threw it into the trash can, then stretched out his slender finger and pulled it directly toward the hijab she was covering her face.

Tang Xinyan's strength was no match for him, and after a few strokes, he tore away.

A fair and pretty face was unreservedly exposed before him.

Seeing her clearly, his handsome complexion instantly became cold and gloomy.

Tang Xinyan's long eyelashes were drooping, and she dared not look at him.

The surrounding breath instantly seemed to freeze into ice.

He stared at her tightly, his eyes sharp, "Why are you?"

Tang Xinyan heard his indifferent voice, her heart contracted uncontrollably, "I..."

She didn't expect to be discovered by him so soon, she hadn't had time to be ready to speak...

"You bought me aunt?"

She opened her mouth, and just wanted to say something, she heard his sordid voice resounding, "Do you think that being my servant will make me admire you? Why would I forget you alone, because of you It’s an irrelevant one!"

The irrelevant one?

Tang Xinyan's pupils widened, she looked at the gloomy man in disbelief, her mouth opened and closed, closed and opened again, for a while, she couldn't say a word.