It was already nine o'clock in the evening when I returned to the moon-watching platform after class.

Xiaoyuan was exhausted from running from the suburbs to the city, and then from school back to Wangyuetai.

Although the Moon Watching Platform is in an excellent location and is a peaceful place to find peace in the midst of the hustle and bustle, there is a fatal problem, that is, no bus passes by here.

This was something Xiaoyuan did not expect.

It is not difficult to understand when you think about it. Everyone who lives in this high-end villa area has expensive cars. Even the nanny here has to take a taxi to get in and out, so Xiaoyuan had to walk two miles.

Xiaoyuan finally saw the security guard at the entrance of the villa, and Xiaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

On this long road, except for a few cars that were rushing by as if they were fleeing, she was alone. It was impossible to say that she was not scared at all.

Xiaoyuan smiled at the security guard and swiped his card to enter.

The entire villa area, shrouded in darkness, had a different kind of tranquility.

Following the soft light on the path, Xiaoyuan walked to the door of the building, swiped the card again, entered the password, and pushed the door in.

If it weren't for the dim light in the living room, Xiaoyuan would have thought there was no one in the room.

Cheng Hao was leaning on the sofa, with the tall floor lamp on beside him, flipping through some documents in his hands.

"Mr. Cheng, good evening." Xiaoyuan greeted.

Cheng Hao snorted as an answer.

She complained to Xiao Yuan and went upstairs silently. Within two minutes she ran down again:

"Sorry, there are no curtains."

"I know, let's talk tomorrow." Cheng Hao didn't even raise his eyelids.

Xiaoyuan went up angrily, and ran down again within two minutes: "You..."

"Are you done yet?" Cheng Hao glared at her.

"I just want to know...what time...you...will have breakfast tomorrow..."

Xiaoyuan said again in a mosquito-like humming voice.

****

The first ray of sunlight hit Xiaoyuan directly. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and reached out to look for clothes, only to realize that she was sleeping in Japanese clothes because there were no curtains.

It was still early, so Xiaoyuan decided to go to the terrace to memorize his poor English vocabulary.

"One-sided!"

She screamed in her heart.

Looking at the sliding glass door, she felt angry and funny.

It turned out that she couldn't see inside at all from the outside, which made her worry in vain all night.

At 7:50, breakfast was placed in front of Cheng Hao on time, including sliced ​​toast, fried eggs, and hot milk.

Cheng Hao looked at the food on the table and stuffed it into his mouth expressionlessly.

"I don't like fried eggs, please cook them later. Also, the bread needs to be toasted. I prefer drinking coffee in the morning." He lectured Xiaoyuan in a serious voice without any tone.

Xiaoyuan sighed deeply, knowing that Cheng Hao would be picky. After expressing her apology, deep reflection and correction, she put away the tableware.

Finally starting to make his own breakfast, Xiaoyuan turned his wrist and began to look through his bag.

Cheng Hao stood not far from the kitchen door and squinted at her strange behavior.

Xiaoyuan first took out an egg from the bag, and then took out a package of dried noodles like a magic trick.

Cheng Hao's eyes widened. Before he could finish being surprised, Xiaoyuan pulled out another green onion from his bag.

He couldn't bear it anymore: "Hey! What are you doing?"

Xiaoyuan was startled. She didn't expect that he was behind her. Did he not like the taste of onions? Rich people are always picky and weird, that must be it! So she quickly stuffed the onions back and took out another one.

Put the spinach.

"Hey! Hey! What do you want to do?" Cheng Hao was confused by her.

"Make my breakfast..." Xiao Yuan hummed again.

"Didn't you eat breakfast just now?" Cheng Hao was even more confused.

"Yeah." Xiaoyuan nodded: "That's your breakfast. It's not appropriate to eat your food."

Cheng Hao almost vomited blood because of her anger, and suppressed his anger: "Are these what you use for breakfast?"

Xiaoyuan lowered his head and took out a cabbage from his bag: "This is for lunch."

Cheng Hao almost went crazy: "Why are you so crazy! You think you are a magician!"

Xiaoyuan was so frightened by his appearance that she trembled and stammered in defense:

"Hourly workers, part-time workers cannot eat at their employer's house. I checked the housekeeping manual..."

Cheng Hao suppressed the anger in his heart: "Okay, let me tell you now, from this moment on, I will eat whatever you do, and you will eat whatever I eat! Do you understand?"

Xiao Yuan trembled and nodded.

"Go make your breakfast!" Cheng Hao said angrily: "You are simply insulting me!"

He looked back at Xiang Xiaoyuan's small schoolbag and shook his head.

I really don’t know how this little thing packed all these messy things.

Cheng Hao had to admit that this little girl was very diligent. At least from this point of view, he did not hire the wrong person.

She works in a completely orderly manner, quick and capable, unlike the people she hired a few times before, who were completely clueless and seemed very busy but had no effect.

At this time, Xiang Xiaoyuan had finished wiping the living room and was vigorously wiping the entrance glass on one side of the corridor. The glass was so clean that it seemed like it was nothing, but she still wiped it persistently.

"Hey!" Cheng Hao couldn't hold back his anger again: "Isn't the glass clean?"

Xiaoyuan took two steps back and said as if suddenly enlightened: "It's clean!"

"Why bother rubbing it when it's clean!"

Xiaoyuan turned to look at him, with grievance written all over her face:

"The housekeeping manual says to wipe it three times...I only wiped it twice."

Cheng Hao almost jumped up in anger and roared at Xiaoyuan: "Where is your own brain? Why wipe it after it is clean? Just three times as the book says? Don't you know how to judge it yourself?"

"Can you really judge for yourself?" Xiaoyuan asked again in that pitiful voice.

Cheng Hao no longer knew what language to use to answer. He could even guarantee that this girl's head had been caught by the door and had already been transformed into a cube. She was dogmatic to the point of despair.

Just as he moved from the living room to the study angrily, a sly smile appeared on Xiaoyuan's face.

He didn't know that Xiaoyuan was in full bloom at the moment and hummed a song softly.

"Do you want me to make lunch for you?" Xiaoyuan finished his work and it was almost noon.

Cheng Hao didn't answer her and directly threw a thick notebook to her.

In the book were pieces of fabric samples with different textures, colors, and patterns. Xiaoyuan touched them with his hands, raised his little face, and looked at him in surprise.

"Don't you want curtains? Choose one yourself!"

Xiaoyuan suddenly realized it, and he rummaged around with surprise and joy: "This one! This one is lake blue!"

After saying that, he started to hesitate again: "How much does it cost? Is it expensive?"

Cheng Hao took the notebook from her hand angrily and turned back to the bedroom.

Xiang Xiaoyuan, who was hanging in the living room, had no idea what he had done wrong.

Rich people are too difficult to handle. Why was Mr. Cheng angry? This question bothered her all afternoon and made her distracted in class for the first time.
Chapter completed!