The president bans love: the substitute lady is a paparazzi

Chapter 82 95 Your feet smell so bad!
In the first few days, Duanmurui might pamper the head of the wind chime, but now, he really feels that the sound of the wind chime is comparable to cicadas in summer, noisy and annoying.

"Brother, brother..." Feng Ling followed all the way, mouthing endlessly like a machine gun.

Entering the main hall, Duanmu Rui didn't take off his coat, shook off Feng Ling's hand, and came to the study: "What do you want from me?"

The housekeeper knew that he couldn't fool Duan Murui, so he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Old Xu, I'm getting old, and a woman like Miss Feng is at home. I'm afraid I won't live long enough to wait for the young master to be born. So..."

"You want her to go?" Duan Murui finished speaking first.

"The old man dare not, what I mean is, on the other side from here, there is an ancestral house left by the old master. The old man is getting old, so he might as well move there and not bother you and Miss Fengling." The uncle butler wanted to leave seriously, but was pushed back by Duanmu Rui's sharp eyes.

That night, Duanmu Rui packed his simple luggage and drove to the ancestral house.

"Uncle Xu, is brother going on a long trip?" Feng Ling watched Duanmurui's black Bugatti go away, but felt extremely disappointed.

Since she came, except for the first few days when my brother came back on time, he hasn't seen each other for the rest of the day.Could it be that he has really changed his mind?

Do not!She will never allow such a thing to happen!
Steward Xu walked to her side, and said earnestly, "Miss Fengling, I don't need to say more about some things, you should know that the more you cling to something, the more you won't get it. If you let go Open it, and everything will naturally become clear."

What the housekeeper said was actually to tell Fengling that Duanmurui absolutely has no personal affection for you.

However, once a person becomes stubborn, it is more terrifying than anyone else.Fengling seemed to have the spirit of Yugong Yishan, gritted his teeth, and glanced at the housekeeper with aggrieved face.Then stomped into the house, also carrying the suitcase, got into the car, and ordered someone to open the gate of Duanmu Villa.

The uncle housekeeper stood where he was, letting the night wind blow, feeling extremely comfortable in his heart.

"Finally, I sent this ancestral grandma away!"

Rain and dew in the morning, and the cool morning breeze brings a little coolness.It's autumn...

Xia Yan took a sip of milk tea, looked at the man who painted his toenails with a smile, and said with satisfaction, "Brother Yangyang, don't you have to go to work?"

The man raised his head, twisted his stiff neck, and seemed very tired.

"I'm taking annual leave. I'm a good young man who works hard. Every time it's my turn to take a vacation, I still work overtime. The leader is afraid that if this continues, I can spend the rest of my life without working with the vacation I have accumulated. So , Mandatory, give me an annual leave."

"That's great! What's your job?" Xia Yan asked curiously with envious eyes.

Zhang Zhuoyang lowered his head again, continued to complete the work he had promised, and said casually: "A person who is on the edge of a knife to make a living."

"Kill the pig!?" Zhang Zhuoyang just finished speaking, Xia Yan shouted out of his mind.

Rolling his eyes, Zhang Zhuoyang angrily pinched Xia Yan's face with the other hand that had just touched Xia Yan's feet: "Can you be more normal-minded! I'm a human being!"

As Xia Yan struggled to break free, there were 1 self-mockery in his heart.That's right, which pig butcher can still take annual leave!
"Brother Yangyang is a doctor?"

"Yeah." Zhang Zhuoyang responded while blowing the wet nail polish on her feet, "I'm talking about small words."

"Ok?"

"Your feet are too smelly, they burn your eyes!"

"piss off!"

(End of this chapter)