99 Marriage Proposals: The Chief's Exorbitant Wife

Chapter 41 Do You Like Me? (12)

She knew that escaping last time brought a lot of trouble to the servants in the villa, and Wu Qian, the housekeeper, was the first to bear the brunt.

When she left, she didn't think so much, her only thought was to run away.

"I didn't mean to blame you, forget it, let's not talk about it."

After a pause, Wu Qian said: "Your hair is not dry yet, go in first and I will dry it for you."

Shui Yirou bowed her head and admitted her mistake with a weak and pitiful look, which made Wu Qian feel an indescribable feeling in her heart. She wanted to explain to her that she didn't mean that, but her character is not the kind of person who can explain, so she gave up .

Seeing Shui Yirou's long hair that was still dripping water, he didn't want her to suggest drying her because she was sick from the cold.

"Thank you, no need. I'll just sit in the garden to dry. I like the smell of sunlight."

Politely declining Wu Qian's kindness, the faint smile on the corner of Shui Yirou's mouth was even more dazzling than the sunlight at this time, which made Wu Qian bewildered for a while.

No wonder the young master treats her so special. A girl like her does have the capital to be attractive.

"Since that's the case, I won't bother you. If you need anything, just order it directly." After leaving these words, Wu Qian turned and left. As the housekeeper of Mo's house, she has many things to do, and she doesn't have so much time to waste .

After Wu Qian left, Shui Yirou sat on the wicker chair under the rose trellis, and the warm sun fell on her body through the clusters of leaves, forming colorful spots of light, like brilliant diamonds .

The breeze blows through, bringing a string of quiet floral fragrance, which penetrates deep into the heart and makes people feel refreshed.

The corners of the skirt rolled up by the wind are like flying butterflies, and the beautiful arc is extremely elegant.

Slowly closing her eyes, enjoying the afternoon sun, just when Shui Yirou was about to fall asleep, a voice full of arrogance and arrogance woke Shui Yirou up.

"I have to meet Dust today, otherwise I won't leave."

The speaker is sexy and tall, with a well-tailored black dress wrapping her exquisite body, with dark brown hair hanging on her back, bright red lips, and blue eyes, she should be wearing cosmetic contact lenses, but Coupled with her delicate little face, she is really pretty, just like a half-race, but her eyes are too contemptuous, Shui Yirou doesn't like such a woman.

"Miss Song, the young master left early in the morning. I'm afraid he won't be back today. Please come back!" Wu Qian politely saw off the guests with a professional smile on her face.

There was an ice-cold temperature in her eyes, but this woman called Miss Song didn't buy her at all, as if she wouldn't give up if she didn't see Mo Chenfeng.

"Do you believe me if you say it? Do you think I'm a fool? Let me tell you, I won't leave if I don't see Dust today!"

Stepping on ten centimeter stilettos, Miss Song pushed Wu Qian away, and strode in. The strong scent of perfume on her body could be smelled from far away by Shui Yirou, who frowned in disgust. .

"Miss Song, please be more self-respectful. Although our Mo family has a good relationship with your Song family, we will not tolerate you acting wild here. Miss Song must be very clear about the temper of the young master. If you can Take it, I don't mind if you barge in."

Standing calmly in front of Ms. Song, Wu Qian spoke slowly, deliberately biting down on the word "end".

(End of this chapter)