New Love: The contract sweetheart is delicious

Early in the morning, the servants were busy in the villa, and the surroundings were quiet. All they could hear was the footstep of the servants walking back and forth.

Of course, Tong Wan is no exception. She is tidying up the tableware in the kitchen, but the original pair of smart eyes have no light, even the sadness and despair have disappeared.

She walked back and forth mechanically, only when she met Xiaoying, Tong Wan's face would show a slight smile.

"Ah! Who is it? Who is it? " A cry came from the room upstairs, and the servant immediately stopped his work and went upstairs.

Only Tong Wan is still quietly cleaning up the tableware. She doesn't need to listen to Anyan's voice.

The door of Anyan's room opened with a bang: "who washed the clothes two days ago?" She was holding a black dress in her hand. Her nostrils were as big as smoke. When the servant saw an Ran's gaffe for the first time, she lowered her head and laughed secretly.

Wearing slippers, she hurried downstairs, with an obvious hole in her skirt.

"Miss an, it was Tong Wan who cleaned the clothes last day. Have you forgotten? You ordered it yourself

Hearing an Ran's cry, LAN LAN in the yard comes in. Even Jiang Jingmo, who has been busy in the room, opens the door of the room. Seeing an Ran's figure, he walks over and asks, "what's the matter?"

An Ran's face showed her grievance and her little mouth pouted: "Tong Wan... She tore my skirt like this on purpose."

Tong Wan stops her work. Her cold face sends out a chill. She shakes the water from her hand and wipes it on her apron. She comes to an ran with a calm face.

Jiang Jingmo's face is calm. He hates being disturbed when he is concentrating. Besides, Anran is just for a skirt.

An ran sees Tong Wan's appearance and is furious. She steps forward to wave her hand, but Jiang Jingmo grabs it.

"Ah Mo, you let me go. This bitch dares to take revenge on me for his good deeds."

Tong Wan hung her head. She raised her bad mouth and no one noticed: "miss an, you really misunderstood me. I just listened to your instructions to wash clothes. When I came out of the washing machine, the skirt became like this." The soft voice is pitiful.

An Ran's hand holding the skirt is shaking. Her big eyes turn to Jiang Jingmo: "ah Mo, you are also helping this bitch." Jiang Jingmo frowned: "an ran, a skirt, let people buy it again."

"It's a limited edition dress, and there's more than one. All the dresses I asked her to clean the other day have gone wrong." An Ran's voice became more intense, and one hand was waving out of control in mid air.

Seeing this, the servants secretly covered their mouths and laughed. An ran roared angrily: "these skirts add up to tens of millions, and I can't buy them at all. Do you know how much I cherish them? She did it on purpose Her index finger points to Tong Wan.

Tong Wan's head seemed to fall to the ground: "miss an, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, and you didn't ask me to pay attention to it in advance..."

"You... You." An ran Qi's two hands trembled. She saw that Jiang Jingmo no longer pulled herself and ran to Tong Wan's side. Without saying a word, she hit Tong Wan's face with one hand, but the distance was not enough. She gently rubbed Tong Wan's cheek.

Tong Wan was lying on the ground: "miss an, I already know I'm wrong. I really don't know your skirt needs hand washing."

Seeing this situation, housekeeper Wang came over and said for Tong Wan, "miss an, Tong Wancai has just come to our villa. She really doesn't know about some things, and you have already punished her."

Tong Wan pretends to be in pain and covers his cheek. He looks at an Ran's helpless appearance and complains.

An Ran's eyes were fixed on her senseless hand. She said sarcastically: "Tong Wan, you dare to pretend to me."

As soon as the words came down, tears welled up in Tong Wan's eyes. She took a look at Jiang Jingmo: "I really don't know. I'm sorry, miss an." Choking voice full of grievances.

Jiang Jingmo low eyes, cold eyes just on Tong Wan's tearful eyes, he dodged, throat sliding, a heart unexpectedly inexplicable sour: "an ran, don't make trouble for nothing, scattered it."

Jiang Jingmo is avoiding his own sight, Tong Wan's eyes are shining. Seeing her sight, Jiang Jingmo's eyes have nowhere to place, just want to escape from such a place.

Anran looks at Tong Wan's cheek with fierce eyes, and Tong Wan touches her tears with her hand. An Ranqi's mouth is shaking slightly. She clenches her two fists. Jiang Jingmo's attitude towards her makes her feel even colder.

"Jiang Jingmo." An Ran's voice came out. Jiang Jingmo stopped at the foot.

"How can you speak for this servant? Do you have any other feelings for this servant?" Ann took a few steps forward, with a serious look and a bit of coldness.

The proud expression on Tong Wan's face disappeared instantly. She gazed at Jiang Jingmo's cheek, and the light in her eyes was moving.

Jiang Jingmo looked into Tong Wan's eyes. There was a trace of surprise in his eyes. After a pause, he hooked the corner of his mouth and didn't turn his head: "servants are just servants. What other emotions can I have?" There was no warmth in the cold tone.

Tong Wan feels that her shoulders are very heavy. She droops her shoulders, hooks the corner of her mouth, and puts down the stone in her heart.

An Ran's face just shows a smile. She follows Jiang Jingmo up the stairs.

However, the skirt she managed to get was ruined by Tong Wan. Her eyes are sharp. He will never let Tong Wan off such a thing. How can she let a servant control her?

But Jiang Jingmo's brow has never been stretched out. What he left in his mind is Tong Wan's crying face and the tears left on her face. He wants to erase it, but that face has been deeply imprinted in his mind.

See two people left, Xiaoying came forward, she reached out to help Tongwan: "are you OK, Xiaowan?"

Tong Wan shook her head, the corner of her mouth brimmed with a smile, Xiaoying also re smile, two people's expressions have become so brilliant.

It's over, but Tong Wan feels that what he has done is far from enough, which is less than one in ten thousand what Anran has done to himself.

Anyan is throwing things angrily in the room, and the floor of the room becomes chaotic.

The servant knocked on the door. Anyan yelled, "get out of here! No one is allowed to come in without my orders. "

Hearing Anyan's roar, the servant quickly backed out.

Before long, Lan Lan came to the door of an Ran's room. She knocked on the door gently: "an ran." The voice is gentle.

Leng a few seconds later, an ran opens the door of the room and sees Lan Lan's figure. She hugs Lan Lan tightly and says: "aunt."

Lan Lan patted her on the back and comforted her: "it's OK, an ran. Today, my aunt has seen it. I won't let her off so much. I will make the decision for you."