"Mr. Qiao, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now. Let's get together again when we have time. If you need any help, just ask." Thinking of the little figure he had just seen in the hall, Yu Bingpo felt a little uncomfortable.
Unable to stay any longer, he quickly said goodbye and went back.
"Master Yu, thank you again. I will inevitably trouble you in the future." Qiao Minghua said again.
"This is Yu's honor." Yu Bingpo shook hands with him, stood up and walked out, while telling Wu Juemeng, "Mr. Qiao will be accommodated in the best room in the hotel."
"It's been arranged, CEO, please don't worry!" Wu Juemeng said as he followed him out.
"Well, okay," he turned to Qiao Minghua and said, "Mr. Qiao, if you need anything, tell the people around you at any time. They are all my people. Don't worry."
"Thank you again, Master Yu. Please walk slowly and see you again!" Qiao Minghua was really touched. He didn't expect that the two things he wanted to do when he came to China were completed so smoothly.
But the second thing happened. Sang Xia was lying on the bed reading a book. Suddenly she heard the beep of a car horn coming from the yard. She hurriedly turned off the bedside lamp and quickly got into the bed.
Under the blanket, only a pointed little head was exposed, and a pair of dark eyes looked lifeless in the night.
The scumbag is back? What a tragedy. If he cares about her sneaking out at night, it's time to find trouble again.
Okay, I'll pretend to sleep!
She closed her eyes, but her ears were extraordinarily sensitive. She heard steady footsteps entering the room. She seemed to have changed her shoes, and it seemed more like ?????? came to the door of her room, and ??????
What's more, the footsteps seemed to have stopped. Wuwuwu, the scumbag couldn't possibly break in, and then beat her up. Otherwise, he would...
??He pretended to be crazy while drinking wine and stretched out his claws on her??????Ah, it’s so miserable, I’m shaking all over just thinking about it!?
Sang Xia twisted her thigh. The pain made her grin and almost scream. She hurriedly covered her mouth, which also stopped her nervous thoughts in time.
He didn't dare to move or breathe. His little ears were exposed outside the thin blanket, and he listened to the movement outside the room. For a long time, he couldn't hear the sound anymore. It didn't matter that the scumbag was gone!
Yu Bingpo stood at her door, glanced at the closed door, and narrowed his eyes with a sneer. Ha, the little girl was not afraid. When she saw his car entering the yard, she actually chose to turn off the lights and go to sleep.
, however, this technique is too childish.
Woman, it’s okay, let you have a good sleep, see you tomorrow!
Yu Bingpo deliberately made his footsteps loud, coughed at the right time, and went upstairs.
When Sangxia heard the footsteps disappear, she breathed a sigh of relief and revealed her flushed face from the thin blanket.
Scumbag, scumbag, can you stop torturing her like this in the future? Her little heart is very weak, and she can't afford to go through such torment.
God bless, don't let Sang Xia meet him at the most unlucky time in the future.
However, it seems that he has no reason. It seems that a servant cannot leave the master's house casually without asking for leave. Therefore, during breakfast, Sangxia got up early and made the most sumptuous breakfast since arriving at this house.
Moreover, she also served the most famous preserved egg and lean meat porridge on the table without hesitation.
When Yu Bingpo came downstairs, he saw the pretty little figure busy going back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room, and from the dining room to the kitchen.
Sang Xia's beautiful long black hair was scattered around her waist because she didn't have time to comb it. On her white suspender nightgown, there was a big and beautiful doll. From a distance, she looked like a doll.
The elf that suddenly broke into his home was so otherworldly.
For a moment, Yu Bingpo seemed to realize for the first time that this little girl had a kind of spiritual beauty that Ning Xiaotong did not have. She was so strange, but it was so damn that he suddenly couldn't take his eyes away.
"Good morning, Mr. Yu!" Sang Xia looked at the man standing on the stairs, immediately smiled what she thought was the most beautiful smile, and smiled at him, "Mr. Yu, breakfast is ready, please have a meal."
Well, as the saying goes, eat people with soft lips and take others with soft hands. If the scumbag is satisfied with the breakfast he carefully prepared today, will he also be soft-spoken and embarrassed to mention the unexcused absence from work?
Yu Bingpo was awakened by her crisp voice. He looked away from her as if to cover up, put his fist on his lips and coughed. His face became colder and colder. Without speaking, he walked towards the dining table with his long legs.
Come.
His dark eyes glanced at the seemingly sumptuous breakfast on the dining table. His brows gradually furrowed, and he seemed to understand something in just a moment. The sneer in his eyes also gradually deepened as he opened his eyebrows.
"Mr. Yu, do you want porridge or milk?" Sang Xia asked him fawningly, holding a bowl in one hand and a milk cup in the other, her eyebrows smiling like a crescent moon.
Yu Bingpo seemed not used to Sang Xia's sudden show of kindness, but he was very good at hiding his emotions. He glanced at her coldly and replied lightly, "Whatever!"
casual?
His sister's Yu Bingpo scumbag, my aunt didn't make any "casual" dishes for this meal.
However, Sang Xia still looked at his cold face with a smile and said, "Okay, Mr. Yu, first try whether the lean meat porridge I made today is good or not." Sang Xia said as she mixed the porridge.
The bowl was placed in front of him, and for the first time, he diligently picked up the spoon and handed it to his hand.
"Haha, Mr. Yu, this is what I'm good at. Grandma said that what I make is more delicious than what she makes." Sang Xia tilted her head and looked at him and said.
She stood beside him, and the faint fragrance of her body miraculously penetrated into his nostrils, making his mood stir again for no reason.
Realizing that he seemed to be losing control of the little girl in front of him again, Yu Bingpo frowned out of habit and took a sip of porridge as if to cover up.
"Delicious?!" Sang Xia asked, leaning on the table and looking at him.
Yu Bingpo just took a small taste. Well, yes, it tastes good!
However, looking at the flattering smile on the little face that was very close to him, he felt inexplicably irritable again. He knocked on the porcelain bowl in front of her angrily, "Eat!"
Little kid, so much nonsense!
Sang Xia was so embarrassed that her sweet and lovely smile froze on her fair and delicate face. She pouted her little mouth, obediently picked up the spoon and imitated his example and began to drink the porridge quietly.