Xia Youxin swallowed the remaining half of her yawn, and at the same time, her face turned red because she acted like a thief who had been caught.

She bit her lip out of habit and said softly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, I won't do this again."

Her crimson face, her nervous eyes, her loose maid uniform, and the large area of ​​snow-white skin visible at the collar. This look makes men want to protect and bully her at the same time.

Ye Qianmo stared straight into her eyes, and she heard her scared heartbeat, which was extremely loud.

She lowered her head, avoiding his strange eyes. He stretched out his hand a little toward her, made a fist, took it back, then pursed his lips and turned away.

Leaving now?

She thought he would make things difficult for her, or ask her to follow the room to go on duty or something.

He didn't say anything, which was lucky.

After he left, Xia Youxin took a deep breath and silently prayed in her heart: Xiaojun, please help me and let Chairman Ye come here as soon as possible.

She calmed down and continued mopping the floor until there was no trace of dust on the white rag.

The security guard on duty went to lock the door, yawned and went back to sleep.

Xia Youxin guessed that Ye Qianmo must have fallen asleep too, so she quietly went to the bathroom, took out all the hidden rags and needlework, and spread them on the floor.

Fortunately, they were in a hurry and the cloth was not cut into very small pieces, but into large pieces.

She separated the rags into two skirts, put one of them together first, and then began to mend it.

The project was huge, and she knew very well that if the stitching looked obvious, the housekeeper would find fault with it, so the stitches were very small.

She was glad that she had done this when she was a child and was very skilled at it. However, the big lights in the hall had been turned off, and the lights were a little dim at this time, making it difficult for her to see clearly, so it became difficult.

I don’t know how long it took, but her drowsiness became more and more severe. She held her stiff eyelids and pricked her hands with needles many times.

It hurts, and you will wake up a little more.

After taking a shower and reading a book, Ye Qianmo turned on the computer in the room, clicked on the surveillance screen in the hall, and his eyes fell heavily on Xia Youxin sitting on the ground.

When he saw that she was mending clothes, he frowned imperceptibly.

Just at this time, Xia Youxin was feeling sleepy again, and the needle point pierced the gap between her thumbs without any bias, and the severe pain made her wake up completely.

She pinched her fingertips hard, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

The night was so deep, maybe only then could she let herself cry.

She had endured it for so long that she could no longer hold back the tears once they were released. She didn't dare to make a sound, so she bit her lip and let the tears flow continuously to vent her tears.

Ye Qianmo stared at the screen blankly, his eyes becoming complicated.

His fists gradually clenched, clenched, and then unclenched.

Picking up the phone on the coffee table, he skillfully dialed a few numbers, and soon heard the respectful voice of the butler.

"Mr. Ye!"

"Our Ye family is so poor that we need servants to mend our own clothes?" he asked in a cold voice.

The housekeeper was already in a daze, and was a little confused for a moment.

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

"Then listen to me clearly now! Make two new sets of uniforms for Xia Youxin tomorrow. Before the uniforms come out, she can wear anything."

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 in 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 got up and passed the hall, 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 she only saw a pile of rags next to her hands, 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 up and get others."

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

"Thank you! Thank you very 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 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!