Xia Youxin swallowed the remaining half yawning, and at the same time, because he was caught as a thief, his face was red and flushed.

She bit her lips habitually and said softly, "Sorry, Mr. Ye, I won't do that in the future."

Crimson's little face, cramped eyes, her large maid uniform, can see a large piece of white skin at the neckline. This look makes men want to protect it again, and she wants to bully fiercely.

Ye Qianmo's eyes stared straight at her eyes. She heard the sound of heartbeat she was afraid, and it was particularly sound.

She lowered her head and avoided his strange eyes. His hand stretched out a little towards her, fist again, retracted it, and then tightened his lips and turned away.

Is this left?

She thought he would embarrass her, or let her follow up the room to check the duty.

He didn't say anything, it was a blessing.

After he left, Xia Youxin took a sigh of relief and prayed silently in his heart: Xiao Jun, please help me, let Chairman Ye come here earlier.

She sinks her heart and continues to wipe the ground until she can't see a little dust on the white rag.

The security personnel on duty locked the door and yawned back to sleep.

Xia Youxin guessed that Ye Qianmo must have fallen asleep, and then quietly went to the bathroom to take out the hidden fragmented cloth and needle lines, and spread it on the floor.

Fortunately, they hurriedly, the cloth cut was not particularly broken, or a large piece and a large piece.

She separated those fragmented cloths according to two skirts, first spell one of them, and started to sew.

The project can be described as huge. She understands that if the needle line looks obvious, the housekeeper will find faults, so the stitched pins are particularly small.

She was fortunate to have done these when she was a child, but she was still very skilled. It was just that the headlights in the hall had been turned off. At this time, the lights were a little dark. She was a bit unclear, so she became difficult.

I don't know how long it has been, her sleeping is getting heavier, holding stiff eyelids, and the needle has been tied to her hands many times.

It hurts, and it will be sober.

After taking a shower, Ye Qianmo, opened the computer in the room, opened the monitoring picture in the hall, and fell deeply on Xia Youxin sitting on the ground.

When she saw her in order to make up her clothes, his brows were frowned.

At this time, Xia Youxin was sleepy again, and the tip of the needle was leaning into the gap in the thumb. The pain made her completely awake.

She squeezed her fingertips hard, and her tears flowed out unknowingly.

Night, so deep, maybe only at this time she can let it go.

After enduring it for too long, the tears could not be accepted as soon as the release. She didn't dare to make a sound, so she bit her lips, and the tears kept flowing and vented.

Ye Qianmo stared at the screen with a stare, his eyes became very complicated.

His fist gradually clenched, clenched, and released again.

Pick up the call on the coffee table, he dial a few numbers, and soon the housekeeper's respectful voice came.

"Mr. Ye!"

"Our Ye family, the poor need the maid to sew clothes by himself?" He asked coldly.

The housekeeper was as stunned by sleeping, and he couldn't figure out his mind for a while.

"Mr. Ye, this, I didn't understand."

"Then I will hear me clearly now! Two uniforms for Xia Youxin will be re -made of Xia Youxin tomorrow.

Xia Youxin cried for a while, put down everything on her hands, went to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water to wash away all the tears.

"Yuyou, don't cry, I'm by your side." She seemed to hear Mo Xiaojun's voice, which was far away yet seemed to be right in front of her.

Ever since she was little, he would always coax her like this, help wipe away her tears, and pat her back to comfort her.

She looked at the mirror, curled up the corners of her mouth, and said softly: "Xiaojun, I won't cry. Don't worry, Youyou won't cry in the future."

Thinking of Mo Xiaojun, it seemed that all the grievances and fatigue were gone.

Returning to the hall, she sat on the floor and continued to mend the first skirt. It was already dawn when she finished.

When Ye Qianmo walked through the hall after getting up, he saw Xia Youxin holding the rag of the second skirt in her hand and leaning against the wall and falling asleep.

He stopped and stared at her sleeping face. In her dream, she frowned tightly, as if she was not sleeping peacefully. He knelt down and quietly picked up the skirt she had mended on the floor, looking at the stitches and threads, and...

It's so careful, you can't see any traces of touch-ups in many places unless you look carefully.

Is she afraid of being punished by the housekeeper, so she sews so seriously?

He didn't know what his psychology was, but he actually stood up with the skirt, went back to the bedroom, and hung the skirt in the closet in his bedroom.

When Xia Youxin woke up, Ye Qianmo had already gone to the gym.

She wanted to wear the skirt she had mended, but all she saw was a pile of rags next to her hand, and the intact skirt was missing.

When she still wanted to continue searching, the housekeeper sent someone to ask her to go to the gym for duty. She had to tell the person to go to the bathroom and hide the rags again.

As soon as the housekeeper saw Xia Youxin, an unhappy look flashed in his eyes.

Before she came in, the prince rarely lost his temper with him. Since she came, he has been scolded several times a day.

He really wanted to drive her out immediately, but she was not afraid of hardship or tiredness, and no tricks were of any use to her.

After Ye Qianmo went out, the housekeeper called Xia Youxin aside alone and said to her with a dark face: "Today the tailor will make you two new sets of uniforms. Before the uniforms come out, you can wear your own clothes. Hurry and get others."

Give it back! I’ll give you ten minutes to come back here again!”

"Thank you! Thank you so much!" Xia Youxin thanked him repeatedly, feeling a little flattered by this sudden tolerance.

The housekeeper glanced at her impatiently and walked away.

Xia Youxin hurried back to her room, quickly put on her white dress, and then walked back.

As I was walking, I saw Zheng Haozheng walking towards me.

The answer to her puzzling question seems to have been found. He is the housekeeper's nephew, and only he can sway the housekeeper's decision.

"Xia Youxin!" Zheng Hao called her name happily, and Xia Youxin also said to him sincerely with a smile on her face: "Thank you so much, thank you for helping me intercede with your uncle!"
Chapter completed!