Xiang Xiaoyuan tossed and turned for a night, wondering if his decision would be too reckless.

After all, living in a strange man’s house is always unsettling.

"Forget it, there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain."

Xiaoyuan comforted himself and did not dare to tell others about this.

The next day, as soon as she arrived at the door of the villa, Xiang Xiaoyuan saw Cheng Hao from afar.

He is easy to identify, not burly, but intimidatingly tall.

Xiaoyuan followed him silently, and until now she was still not sure whether her decision was too hasty.

She nervously held the bed in her hand and followed her for many years. The quilt had been washed and faded, as if she was giving herself courage.

Cheng Hao looked back at the girl who lowered her head and bit her lower lip. This expression made her look even more childish.

"What are you doing with such a thing?" Cheng Hao snatched the quilt from Xiaoyuan's hand and threw it outside the door without saying a word.

Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't argue, but just picked it up and held it tighter in his hand.

Cheng Hao sneered and shook his head with a sarcastic expression. Xiaoyuan understood that in his eyes, he was almost the same as those little nannies working outside the country, but so what? It was always a relief to make money with his own hands.

Cheng Hao let her into the house, but Xiaoyuan still repeated the action: take off his shoes and put them side by side in the corner of the shoe cabinet.

It's still so big and terrible. Today, Xiang Xiaoyuan can finally take a good look at this place.

The style of the living room is very strange. The lines of the screen wall and the TV background wall are straight and cold, but the sofa adopts Italian craftsmanship and Chinese classical mahogany furniture wall cabinets, so I really can't figure out which one is the owner's style.

The furnishings in the house are simple and high-end, but the things that are too sparse highlight the empty space, and even the words will echo, making them even more unpopular.

At this moment, Xiaoyuan began to miss his small single dormitory. Although it was just a dormitory, it was more like a home than here.

Every day when the first ray of sunlight passes through the pink window screen, there are chirping birds standing outside the window.

The cosmos planted in the flower pot on the windowsill have just sprouted. When I pushed open the window of the balcony, there was an owl called "Big Head" standing on the pine tree next to it. It and his son "Little Big Head" often visit here. They are treasures of the small garden.

No matter how late it is, the lights are always on there, and the sisters will always wait for themselves to come back.

All of this made Xiaoyuan feel very happy and warm.

The wide corridors, wide sofas, and wide floor-to-ceiling windows here make people feel empty.

Cheng Hao half leaned on the sofa and looked at the petite girl again. She looked a little uneasy and a little panicked.

"Mr. Cheng, I didn't have time to apply for a health certificate. Is my employee's physical examination form OK? If not, I'll go back and get it."

Xiaoyuan put the physical examination form on the table.

Cheng Hao glanced at him, then signaled Xiaoyuan to put down the things and began to take her to familiarize herself with the layout of the room.

At the farthest end of the corridor is the study room, Cheng Hao specifically told him that he could not enter.

Opposite the study is a room separated by Italian colored glass, with floor-to-ceiling windows like the living room.

From here you can see a depressed garden outside, and through the glass wall on the other side you can vaguely see the living room.

Xiaoyuan was very curious and didn't know what this room was for. He didn't pay attention to his feet. He fell down with a gurgle, and then he realized that there was a pit below.

Cheng Hao frowned and didn't go to pull her, so Xiang Xiaoyuan had to climb up clumsyly.

Fine beads of sweat oozing out from her forehead. I don’t know if it was because of the fall or the frightened.

"This is my room." Cheng Hao pointed at another door with his finger: "No entry is allowed without my permission!"

Xiaoyuan nodded.

Cheng Hao pushed open the door next door and said, "This is the guest room!" Before Xiaoyuan could see clearly, he closed the door with a "bang" and said coldly, "You don't live here."

Xiang Xiaoyuan smiled foolishly, as if he had no reaction to his rough behavior.

Cheng Hao took her to the stairs again, and pointed to a door outside the stairs: "That is the servant's house."

Xiaoyuan suddenly realized and quickly ran to the living room to get his schoolbag and luggage.

At this time, Cheng Hao stood on the stairs and stared at his eyes, with a sarcastic expression on his face saying word by word:

"Are you a servant? Are you not my tenant? Your room is upstairs!"

The flame in Xiang Xiaoyuan's chest, who was mocked, had already rushed to her throat at this moment, and she could only bit her lips tightly and dare not let it ejaculate.

The stairs are not long, but the small garden seems to have been walking for a century, and every step is like a needle and needle.

She struggled violently inside, and didn't know if she should turn around and leave, or stay and continue to be mocked by the sculpture.

The feeling upstairs gave her was that she was even less popular. When she opened each door, it was empty and dazzling, without furniture, no electrical appliances, and nothing.

Just like a museum without displays, no matter how luxurious the walls and floors are, they are always awesome.

She shuddered at Xiaoyuan. She slowly turned her head and looked at the sculpture at the stairs. An impatient expression appeared on his face. This expression calmed Xiaoyuan's heart that almost jumped out of his throat slightly.

"Have you chosen it?" Cheng Hao asked.

"Choose?" Xiaoyuan looked at him foolishly, waiting for him to assign him to his room.

Cheng Hao ignored her and reached out to push open a solid wood door, "except here." He said.

Xiaoyuan stretched out his head and saw that this was a standard bathroom. Compared with the surrounding environment, it was not big or small. It had all the facilities, and even the snow-white bathtub inside was so well-pretty that it had no characteristics.

The only difference is that it is much longer than an ordinary bathtub, but it looks less special about Cheng Hao's height.

He opened the door opposite Xiaoyuan and was stunned for a moment. The ground was turned out to be blue and white stripes. Xiaoyuan walked over to the floor carefully and murmured twice to show that he had not been stepped on for a long time.

Xiaoyuan stomped her feet gently and looked around, walked to the double-layer tempered glass door in front of her and pulled hard. A cool breeze blew over her face. Xiaoyuan's short hair that was so tight that it was blown away instantly. She used her hand to lift the broken hair in front of her, and suddenly realized that it was leading to the large platform on the second floor.

Xiaoyuan turned around and said in a happy tone: "Can you live in this room?"

Cheng Hao stood at the door and stared at the girl. She was careful every step she had when she entered the door, like a small animal stealing food around a trap.

"Whatever!" He turned downstairs with his arms and turned with his arms.

"The probation period is one month!" Cheng Hao sat on the sofa and looked at the little girl standing in front of him: "The bed and cabinet will be moved to you this week, remember to come on time next week!"
Chapter completed!