Spoiled! The yandere boss and his soft doll

At noon, the sunlight shines through the pale golden screens, and it is easy to be lazy after eating. Christman was now nestled in the futon, curled up on all fours.

Joao was temporarily called out by Mo Junqi today, and told him to come back when it was almost dinner time.

Luo Wan was also called by Fu Qingsong to help at Warris, leaving only a familiar but not very familiar female attendant to guard the door.

"If you don't wake up when it's almost time to eat, wake up the young lady, and when you hear movement inside, you go in again. Luo Wan told her again and again.

"Yes.

It was at this time that Christman's biological clock woke up in a daze.

"Hmm. The girl on the bed first moved her eyelashes slightly, and then there was no movement, and after a while, I saw the girl shrink her head into the quilt and twist her body like a small caterpillar.

After getting out of bed for a while, he finally reluctantly struggled to open his eyes, and then rubbed his eyes with his small fleshy hands, and then tried to open them slowly.

At this moment, she was not fully awake, her half-asleep eyes were very hazy, and she began to mumble weakly, "Sister Luo, I'm awake, I want to go to the toilet." "

Silence.

"Sister Luo?" Chrissy suddenly lost her sleepiness, this was the first time she had faced such a quiet room when she woke up, and as long as she had some movement, Luo Wan would come in and dress her.

"Joao?" she sat up, her hair clinging tousily against her sleeping face, stamped with pink marks.

Christman stared at the door with blazing eyes, thinking that someone should come in the next second.

It's a pity that there has been no movement.

Christman scratched her head, very uncomfortable, "What's the matter?"

but the urge to urinate became stronger, and she forgot about it, and crawled out of bed with short hands and feet, put on small slippers and ran to the bathroom.

After going to the toilet, Chrissman washed her face and hands and came out, but no one came.

She began to ponder these cumbersome clothes by herself, she could understand the lining, she could

understand the vest, but what was this one by one?"Why do the skirts have so many layers, do you wear them this way? How do you feel like I've never worn them?"

"Uh, what's it, hooking my hair?" "

What is this little semicircle?"

At first, she was still studying her clothes with great interest, which Joao and Loban had helped her wear, and she hadn't paid attention to it.

And the style is complicated, and there are many steps to wear clothes, she is too lazy to remember, as long as she looks good in the end, she is happy, and now after she starts to wear it, she finds that it is so novel.

After a few dozen minutes, Christine lost her patience, because she found that the clothes were getting more and more messy by her, and there were several small clothes, and she didn't know which ones they were wearing.

She tried to go out to find Lowan herself, and since the last incident, Joao would never lock the door now.

She quietly stuck her head out of the door, looked left and right, and saw no figures, usually a few attendants could be seen shuttling back and forth in this corridor.

She was scared.

And the surroundings are excessively quiet.

"Sister Lo

!" "Joao

!" "Uncles?!"

Chrissman cried low at first, but after no one responded to her once or twice, she became scared, "Where have you been!!"

No one answered her.

There are only strings of echoes, only strings of echoes, echoing in this hallway.

Christman wanted to go downstairs to see the situation in the hall, but only halfway up the stairs, he found that the hall with the most people was not even empty at the moment.

She moved her body carefully, and immediately ran down the steps to the courtyard.

No one.

There were no attendants wiping down the furniture, no people busy walking back and forth, and even the grandmother of the flower farmer who often went to prune in the yard.

Even Sister Luo, who had been guarding Joao and his side, was nowhere to be seen.

Odd.

Was she dreaming?

" "Whew, whew, why is there no one?" Chrissman walked back and forth anxiously, she began to breathe heavily, and her eyes blinked more and more often.

Her ears weren't broken, and she could hear the rustle of leaves in the wind outside, and she could hear herself pacing back and forth.

But she couldn't hear other people's voices, not even some of the movements made by people.

She began to walk around, she used to have only three routes: the courtyard, the hall, and the third floor, but at this time Christman didn't care about that.

"Is there anyone

?" "Sister Luo, where are

you?" "Can you hear me?" "Did you see Joao?"

In the end, she had disregarded her own etiquette, and would push open every door to take a look, and some of the doors were locked, and after knocking three times, there was still no movement, and she walked away with an increasingly pale face.

This room is not, this room is not, there are so many books, there is no one, is this a warehouse? where is this? guest rooms? without

exception, no one.

"Whoa, what about you, why are they gone, not even Joao, I haven't done anything wrong. "

It was as if the heart was being pinched by an invisible hand, and it was suffocating.

Christman's whole body was like a flower without support in the autumn wind, her mind was blank at this time, but her trembling limbs seemed to be rooted in place, unable to move half a step, and the whole person fell into endless fear.

In this huge and luxurious mansion, Christman is disheveled and unruly because she is not dressed in the first place.

The hair that had just woken up was not taken care of, a few thin miscellaneous hairs were curled outside, and tears were already covering her eyes.

From the original rush to the brisk run, she felt that she might be able to escape from here if she ran faster.

Then Christman came to the familiar floor, and she remembered João's favorite place to come here, so she tried to open the door, and pulled hard, and the room was locked, to her great surprise.

So she turned and tried the other doors the way she had done before, and she opened one.

It is a black wooden door, which stands out on this level.

She was hopeless, after all, after seeing so many rooms, there was no one, but she still squeezed in.

What if there were anybody?

It was dark, but there were a few cage-like things faintly visible, and Christman fumbled for the switch on the wall, but she was too short to touch it.

Why is it so broad in the daytime? The house is still so dark? The curtains are drawn so tightly.

Unable to find the light, Christine tried to draw the curtains, but only a few steps out of the door when her foot stepped on something, and this time she saw it clearly.

"Uhh