Xiang Xiaoyuan carried a heavy bag of things and pushed open the door of the villa. She was so exhausted from walking all the way that she didn't pay attention to Cheng Hao, who was waiting for her in the living room.

"You..." Cheng Hao didn't know what to say when he saw her look.

"Are you okay? If you have nothing to do, please give way!" Xiaoyuan just walked upstairs.

Cheng Hao was not willing to be exposed to her again, so he had to stop her: "Last week... thank you..."

I only remembered to thank her this week after being disturbed by Xue Cheng.

Xiaoyuan said "Oh" and continued walking.

"Hey! You should at least ask me why I want to thank you!" Cheng Hao has never seen such a person before.

Xiang Xiaoyuan put the things on the ground and turned around and asked, "Why?"

"Because of you...I caught the plane, and..." Cheng Hao has never been able to thank others, and when he spoke of gratitude, he was as coy as a high school student confessing his love.

Xiaoyuan interrupted him impatiently: "Then remember to get up early, and..."

She walked up to Cheng Hao and stretched out her little hand: "Give me back the money! Sixty-eight yuan!"

After saying that, he carried his things and went upstairs. Cheng Hao, who originally wanted to thank her for putting a vest in his suitcase, was left there and was stunned with anger: "Who is this person?"

Before he could finish feeling depressed, there was a harsh noise upstairs. Fortunately, this was a villa. If it were an apartment, others would have complained.

"What are you doing?" Cheng Hao looked at Xiang Xiaoyuan with the impact drill in his hand inexplicably.

Xiaoyuan shook her hair handsomely: "Install the door lock!"

Cheng Hao couldn't laugh or cry: "I have already changed your door lock!"

Xiao Yuan stared at him with big round eyes, and after a long time she said: "I don't trust you!"

This sentence almost made Cheng Hao choke and he had to recite it. Since it would be disrespectful to yell at her, he had no choice but to let her do what she wanted.

Xiang Xiaoyuan installed the door lock, walked to the kitchen to drink water after taking a shower, and saw Cheng Hao still sitting in the living room and not sleeping. Apparently Cheng Hao also saw her and waved to her to come over.

This was the first time that the two of them sat face to face after nine o'clock in the evening.

Cheng Hao handed the money to Xiaoyuan. Xiaoyuan frowned: "So much, I don't want it!"

"I said I would pay you back twice as much!" He pushed the money in front of Xiaoyuan again.

Xiang Xiaoyuan still took out one card, turned around and went upstairs to give him thirty-two yuan in change.

Cheng Hao lay on his back on the sofa. For the first time, he felt that money was powerless. That girl was a monster.

The sun was shining brightly on Saturday morning. Xiang Xiaoyuan was humming a song while wiping the leather sofa. Hearing Cheng Hao say that Xue Cheng, the god of plague, was not coming, he felt so happy. After cleaning the living room and corridor, Xiaoyuan moved to Cheng Hao again.

This dirty pig’s bedroom, it’s only been a week since the closet was in a mess again.

I don't know when a trash bin was added next to Cheng Hao's wardrobe. Xiao Yuan was stunned when he opened it.

"Mr. Cheng!" Xiaoyuan ran to Cheng Hao: "You don't want any socks? Why are the trash cans full of socks!"

Cheng Hao looked at the newspaper and nodded.

"Those are not disposable socks!" Xiaoyuan didn't understand how he could use things like this.

"I know, but it's my business how I want to wear my things!" Cheng Hao had so much money that he didn't care about throwing it away every day.

Xiaoyuan rolled her eyes at him and soaked the pile of socks in laundry detergent.

Then Xiaoyuan climbed onto his bed to change the sheets. Cheng Hao's quilt was not folded, so he changed the quilt too. When Xiaoyuan pulled down the quilt, she saw something wrapped in the quilt. She put the thing

When he pulled it out, his face immediately turned red to the roots of his ears. This scene happened to be seen by Cheng Hao. Looking at Xiang Xiaoyuan, who was holding his underwear in his hand and his face was red, Cheng Hao felt like he wanted to burst into laughter.

"Cheng Hao, that shameless bastard! You can throw underwear everywhere!" Xiang Xiaoyuan was indignant while picking the food on the shelf. When she thought of Cheng Hao's snickering, Xiaoyuan wanted to punch him.

on the face.

"Xiaoyuan!" Hearing the cry from behind, he turned towards Xiaoyuan and saw Xiaoru standing behind him holding a shopping basket.

"Why are you so downcast?" Xiao Ru was surprised.

Xiaoyuan touched her face and smiled bitterly.

"Is your master giving you a hard time?" Xiaoru asked inquiringly.

"No." Xiaoyuan smiled reluctantly.

"Don't lie!" Xiao Ru didn't believe her: "Don't look at your master who is tall and handsome like a star, but he has a terrible temper!"

The scene of dragging Xiao Yuan away by the neck collar was still fresh in her memory.

Xiaoyuan frowned. Cheng Hao was tall enough, but was he handsome? I didn't notice.

"Okay, okay, don't look so gloomy. I'll treat you to ice cream!" Xiaoru was also enthusiastic and took Xiaoyuan to the freezer to get two Menglong.

"Don't... don't, it's too expensive!" Xiaoyuan quickly stopped.

"What are you afraid of!" Xiaoru pushed her away and said with a smile: "Write it in the food bill, you can't see anything!"

Xiao Yuan panicked and said, "No, it will be troublesome if someone finds out!"

Xiaoru ignored her, paid the bill, tore open the package and ate while saying: "You are the only one who is stupid! These rich people don't care about these small coins!"

Xiang Xiaoyuan had no choice but to eat along. She had always loved ice cream, almost to the point of madness, but because it was too expensive, she never dared to eat it. The twelve-yuan Menglong (expensive here) made her feel bad.

My liver hurts, this little money... Thinking of this, Xiaoyuan shook his head, the life of rich people is really incomparable.

Xiaoru saw Xiaoyuan savoring each bite and said with a smile: "Is it delicious?"

Xiaoyuan nodded: "Of course it's delicious. But it's too expensive, so I'm not willing to buy it."

"What the hell! Haagen-Dazs is delicious!" Xiaoru said proudly.

"What is Haagen-Dazs?" Xiao Yuan had never heard of it.

Xiaoru was shocked: "You don't even know this?"

Xiaoyuan shook her head again.

"How many years have you been in Beijing?" Xiaoru asked.

"Not counting the fact that I went to work when I was 18, I have been going to school since I was 15, so it's been six years!"

Xiaoru wondered: "How old are you this year?"

"Twenty-one."

"Oh my god!" Xiaoru didn't believe it: "Are you older than me?"

She was very frustrated: "I thought you were only fifteen or sixteen years old!"

Xiao Yuan laughed, it was not the first time or two that he had been misunderstood.

"Then how much do you get every month?" Xiaoru asked again.

"Money? More than a thousand!" Xiaoyuan is an honest child.

"Your master is too lonely!" Xiaoru became dissatisfied.

"Gu...han?" Xiaoyuan didn't understand southern dialect very well.

"I just mean to be stingy..." Xiaoru explained: "I earn more than 2,500 yuan a month, which is still very little!"

Xiang Xiaoyuan knew that she had misunderstood him and quickly explained: "I work on the railway and I don't take his money!"

Xiaoru was stunned: "Why?"

"I'm just borrowing it."

Xiaoru shook her head and thought it was unimaginable: "We also said that day that the new nanny was too diligent and washed so many clothes. So you don't want money? I don't know if it's your head that's broken, or it's me.

The skull is broken!”

Xiaoyuan smiled bitterly, knowing that he wouldn't be able to explain for a while.

Xiaoru was confused and continued: "Your master is a weirdo who always drives a shabby car. I didn't expect you to be weirder than him!"

Xiaoyuan argued: "His car is not broken!"

Xiaoru sighed. Obviously, Xiaoyuan didn't understand the meaning of the word "broken".

Xiaoyuan didn't want to talk any more, so she excused herself: "I'm going back, you should go back too, don't let your master talk about you."

Xiaoru smiled and said: "It's rare that her husband came from Hong Kong and the two of them went out together and couldn't come back until night!"

"Hong Kong?" Xiaoyuan frowned.

"Yes! Hong Kong businessmen can't come here more than once a month."
Chapter completed!