Can you please stop mentioning this name in front of her?
"Well, the world belongs to the rich. Emperor Nangong is 28 this year and he still hasn't married. I heard that he is not planning to get married. Rich people can solve the problem of continuing the family line by finding a surrogate mother or in vitro fertilization or something like that. Why bother?
Get married and hanged on a tree like we did? He is so handsome and rich, what kind of woman does he want..."
Xia Qianchen sighed, she never told Jiani about her job, nor did she say that she had actually met Young Emperor Nangong.
He was not as happy as every girl in S city dreamed of. It was so miserable that she was beaten like this for the first time she saw him.
The job I tried so hard to keep was lost.
A feeling of weakness came over her whole body, and the belief in her heart was disintegrating little by little.
【sister.】
But there seemed to be a deep male voice.
A pair of hands came up from behind and hugged her waist. The boy's pointed chin rested on her shoulder: "We made an agreement to be together for the rest of our lives."
"Qianchen? Hello?"
Jiani's voice brought Xia Qianchen out of her thoughts and she hurriedly washed her face with cold water.
Qianyu, sister will come to save you, for sure.
After hanging up the phone, Xia Qianchen discovered that in addition to Jiani who had the most missed calls, there was also a stranger who had called her more than a dozen times.
The number is local, so I have no impression of it at all.
Xia Qianchen called back and was scolded:
“Ms.
Xia Qianchen finally understood that the perverted Young Emperor Nangong had not fired her——
☆☆☆☆☆Special division for young master☆☆☆☆☆
Xia Qianchen dragged her sick body to clean up and down the villa.
Obviously, in the past few days when she was away, this villa had taken over other part-time workers... because the placement of things was full of different people's styles.
Xia Qianchen tore off a sticky note from the makeup mirror, and some idiot hourly worker actually wrote on it:
[Young Master Emperor, I have admired you for a long time. Can you sign your name for me? It’s just below this note. Please, please! 】
——Young Emperor Nangong hates people who have close intentions. No action will do!
When Xia Qianchen was cleaning a corner again, she saw a fallen puppet.
Obviously this puppet is the work of some hourly worker.
——Young Emperor Nangong doesn’t like women’s things!
Xia Qianchen smelled the aroma in the air, which was the aroma of gardenia.
——Young Emperor Nangong only prefers rose-flavored aromatherapy.
Xia Qianchen opened the wardrobe and found that the colors of her shirts were messy and her underwear was put in the sock drawer by mistake...
There are countless little details like this.
Xia Qianchen didn't need to think about it, she seemed to be able to see Young Emperor Nangong furious.
Her mind was groggy, and Xia Qianchen was worried that she would pass out again at any time, so she prepared a bottle of ten thousand flower oil, and when she was tired, she would rub it on her temples to improve her health.
Because her body couldn't bear it and she spent more time than usual, Xia Qianchen made an exception and left the villa at the last moment of the allotted time.
It's still raining outside, pouring heavily.
The sky was pressed into darkness.
The heavy rain has continued from 3 days ago to today, and a Category 9 typhoon will come.
Xia Qianchen wore a blue raincoat and stared at the violent storm. Not far away, a car drove up in the distance, its headlights shining brightly through the rain curtain.
Xia Qianchen realized who was back and consciously pulled her bicycle to the side of the road.
"Shuashuashua——"
One after another, black bodyguard cars marked the rain line, moving forward in a high-profile manner!
The silver RV was the penultimate one this time, arrogant and violent, just like its owner.
Just as the silver RV passed Xia Qianchen, there was a rumble! The sky roared!
The road is backed by a mountain. Huge stones were split by lightning and rolled down the hillside one by one!
The last bodyguard car hit the target, but in the blink of an eye it was piled up with rubble and submerged.
"Squeak--" The silver RV made a beautiful tail swing in the rain and stopped.
The nine bodyguard cars driving in front also stopped one after another.
In the RV, Young Emperor Nangong was taking a nap when he heard the bodyguard report in a low voice: "Master, the typhoon is too strong. This section of the road has collapsed and is blocked."
Young Emperor Nangong lazily opened his eyes.
His eyes suddenly looked out the window at Xia Qianchen. She was wearing a dark blue raincoat and a mask, pushing a cheap bicycle and observing the traffic jam.
"The road is blocked?"
"Yes, he was even pushed into a bodyguard car."
He smiled casually: "Let's go."
As if nothing had happened, the bodyguard car and the silver RV continued their pace and drove towards the villa.
Xia Qianchen was stunned in the rain. In front of her eyes was a high wall made of stones. Just when she was about to get closer to see if there was any room to pass, there was another muffled thunder, and there was a tendency for stones to roll down the hillside.
Xia Qianchen had no other choice, so she hurriedly reversed direction and left the road, returning to the beach in front of the villa.
The terrain here is vast, but it rains heavily.
There is no shelter nearby, and the only place to take shelter from the rain is the villa.
However, as soon as she got close, she was driven away by those fierce bodyguards——
Xia Qianchen bit her lip and had no choice but to hide under a tree not far from the villa to take shelter from the rain.