The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 24 Is the price too low?
Ling Shan talked eloquently, "If you have other needs, you can ask for clothing, cosmetics, jewelry, real estate, funds, equity, etc., and I will try my best to meet your needs."

Yan Zhixin: "..."

Ling Shan talked eloquently: "If you don't want to be a guest, you can consider becoming the young master's 24-hour personal assistant, and you can get a monthly salary of 100 million. If you want the entertainment company of the Yan family, the young master can help you..."

Yan Zhixin looked at him in astonishment.

He even investigated her home?

Ling Shan thought she had softened, and immediately explained further: "The young master already has four people around him, the special assistant Ling Hua, the secretary Ling Bai, the doctor Ling Feng, and me. As a personal assistant, you only need to accompany him for three meals and sleep .”

She got it.

The so-called 24-hour personal assistant is to accompany the bed.

A monthly salary of 100 million is actually selling money.

Yan Zhixin clutched her palm tightly and asked, "What if I don't want to?"

"Is the price too low?" Ling Shan asked politely, "In terms of monthly salary, do you want 200 million, 500 million, or 1000 million?"

Yan Zhixin thoroughly discovered that neither Mo Junting nor Ling Shan could communicate.

Everyone around Mo Junting flashed across her mind, she locked on the target and asked, "Is Ling Feng your younger brother?"

A look of surprise flashed across Ling Shan's eyes, and he smiled and said, "No, we come from different places and different families, Ling is just the surname bestowed by the young master."

Yan Zhixin nodded: "Can I see him?"

Ling Shan subconsciously looked at the surveillance camera in the living room.

In the study, Mo Junting was sitting in front of the computer, and when he heard Yan Zhixin's request, his face darkened instantly.

Want to see Ling Feng instead of him?

Is he worse than Ling Feng?
Ling Feng was about to cry, and explained in a panic: "Maybe she is unwell, maybe she needs psychological counseling, young master, I am just your exclusive doctor, I have not done anything!"

Mo Junting squeezed out three words between his teeth: "Don't go!"

Ling Shan received the message from the wireless microphone, and immediately responded to Yan Zhixin: "Miss Yan, Ling Feng needs to study a medical problem that has troubled him for eight years, and he is busy in the study. I'm afraid it's not easy to disturb him now."

Yan Zhixin lowered her head in disappointment: "I see."

A tinge of guilt involuntarily rose in Ling Shan's heart.

But this was the young master's order, so he could only follow it, so he changed the subject and said, "Shall I take you to the restaurant for dinner?"

Yan Zhixin shook her head: "No need."

"Okay, then I'll have someone prepare it and bring it to you." After Ling Shan finished speaking, she withdrew.

Looking at Ling Shan's back, Yan Zhixin suddenly thought of his strange reaction just now, and turned her face to look at the place he was looking at just now. In that corner, there was a vase with fresh roses.

Is there anything special about it?
Slightly frowning, Yan Zhixin walked to the vase, twisted a rose with her white fingers, and saw the surveillance camera hidden behind the rose...

in the study.

After Mo Junting was busy for a while, he casually glanced at the monitoring screen, saw Yan Zhixin standing on the screen, and immediately stopped his movements.

Standing there, she seemed to be standing in front of him, with long ink-like hair hanging behind her back, bright red roses against Shengxue's skin, like poetry and picturesque, seeming like a fantasy.

He thought that when she saw the monitor, she would tear it off and throw it on the ground and stomp it hard, or throw the vase on the ground.

But she did nothing.

(End of this chapter)