65. Chapter 65 He is like the most delicious poisoned wine 2
Every time Ning Yazhi made coffee for him, she couldn't help but take a deep breath of its fragrance.
But she knew that not everyone could drink such coffee. The owner of such coffee in this world was a mysterious man from a French manor, and you didn't have to be rich to buy coffee from him.
If Ning Yazhi hadn't traveled to various countries, she wouldn't have known how valuable and rare this coffee was.
Mu Chengfeng heard her apologize to him so obediently and quickly. Such understanding of current affairs was indeed very similar to her temperament. It was undeniable that this woman was indeed very patient in this regard.
I don't know why, but his displeasure became even deeper.
At this moment, he actually hated her obedience. If she just obeyed blindly, she would look completely personalityless.
His eyebrows were raised high.
He understood that she deliberately created a servant in front of him with no personality and no bright spots, so that he could not pay attention to her, let alone have any reason to find fault with her.
She was afraid that what happened last night would happen again, so her nonchalant behavior just now was actually just an act.
A cold smile flashed across his eyes.
"No need, continue to serve me breakfast." The voice was as pleasant and elegant as ever, with a commanding tone, and Ning Yazhi's body froze.
Continuing to wait for him for breakfast meant that she had to endure the pain on the back of her hand.
She wanted to make another cup of coffee, and her main purpose was to wash her hands with cold water quickly. It was really painful. If she didn't handle it immediately, the bubbles would become inflamed and swollen.
Sweat broke out on her forehead due to the pain. Anyone could see her current miserable condition, but Mu Chengfeng turned a blind eye, as if it didn't matter to her, as if being burned by coffee was a very common thing.
"Aren't you willing?" He raised his eyes and looked directly at her, his eyes as sharp as blades, leaving Ning Yazhi speechless.
Secretly gritting his teeth: "No, I am your personal assistant, and it is my job to serve you." This sentence almost came out of his teeth.
She was angry.
Mu Chengfeng felt the anger emerging from her, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.
Ning Ya was so angry that she didn't notice at all. She angrily cut the sandwich for him into pieces that he was satisfied with. Even the sausages were cut very well, but she didn't even notice that her movements were a little awkward because of her anger.
exaggerate.
You are so picky about food, don’t you know how to do it yourself?
Next time she must put laxatives in his food and strangle him to death to see if he still has the strength to torment her.
The trouble last night was nothing more than a nightmare. Unexpectedly, he got worse in the morning. It was really perverted.
After she cut it, she placed the knife and fork and said respectfully again: "Mr. Mu, please have a meal."
He didn't move and uttered two words calmly: "Feed me."
Ning Yazhi's color has changed. Feed him? His hands and feet are disabled, so let her feed him in front of all the servants? Who doesn't know that the pomp of his young master Mu is so exaggerated that the whole house is occupied even for breakfast?
The servants come out to wait on you, and what about the well-trained bodyguard men?
Let them watch her feed their master breakfast? This situation seems to them to be a strange thing, and it probably happened often in the past.
The point is, how will they see her in this case.
Her face twitched slightly, and she tried her best to put on a smile, almost half smiling: "I am a rough person, how dare I feed Mr. Mu with my own hands? Mr. Mu still trusts Mr. Mu the most for such a sacred job.