The next morning, when Ye Junyuan buttoned the last button, he heard Xu Jin's knock on the door outside.

"Young Master, are you up?"

He didn't reply, straightened the placket of his shirt, and walked straight over to open the door.

The two of them went down the stairs one after the other, and when they ran into the housekeeper Zhang's mother walking up with a plate, Ye Junyuan saw a bowl of steaming preserved egg thin porridge on the plate, as well as a few white pills in a small porcelain plate.

He stopped, frowned and asked, "What's wrong with Xin Yao?"

"Miss woke up this morning and found that she was not feeling well, and she had already seen Dr. Li with a low-grade fever. ”

Ye Junyuan paused and said coldly, "Tell her to come down." ”

Zhang's mother was stunned, "But ......"

"I have something to say to her. ”

Ye Junyuan dropped this sentence and went to the restaurant, and when Xu Jin passed by Zhang's mother's side, he smiled and said, "Zhang's mother, Miss Lu is just slightly ill, and it's not a reluctant thing to come down and listen to a few words." ”

Zhang's mother didn't dare to say anything more, so she answered.

Ye Jun walked in the direction of the seat at the dining table, and when there was still a distance of one meter, Xu Jin took a few quick steps, stepped forward from behind, and thoughtfully pulled out a chair for him.

The servant served a hearty and delicious breakfast, and in a few moments the enticing aroma of food was in the air.

Ye Junyuan is used to using breakfast time to browse the news, seeing that today's newspaper is not placed in a familiar position as usual, he just wanted to speak, when a girl's voice pretended to be calm came from his ears,

"Master, this is your newspaper. ”

As the voice fell, the Global Times, which he usually reads, appeared in his field of vision.

He paused, slowly raised his head, and looked at the person standing in front of him with an expressionless face.

The girl who was supposed to be lying on the big bed in his guest room was wearing the light blue uniform of his maid at the moment, holding a newspaper in her hands, with a respectful posture.

“……”

He didn't speak, stared at her for a few seconds, and then swept his gaze sharply to Xu Jin, who was standing upright on the side.

Xu Jin didn't bother to meet his gaze, but curved the corners of his mouth, and smiled as a standard warm man, "Young master, please allow me to introduce it solemnly, this is my newly hired personal maid for you, you can call her Xiao Luo, Xiao Sheng, otherwise, it's no problem to call Sheng Sheng directly." ”

Ye Junyuan's face became gloomy.

Being teased by Xu Jin like this, Luo Sheng's face burned involuntarily, and he embarrassedly put the newspaper on the table in front of him, and then moved the freshly brewed coffee to his hand, and said in a calm voice as much as possible: "This is your coffee." ”

He was still silent, sitting there without moving, and continued to look at Xu Chi with his eyes.

The living room was very spacious, and the servants had retreated, because of the quiet, it seemed very deserted, and the atmosphere became more and more eerie.

Luo Sheng pulled the corners of his skirt uncomfortably, and his already uneasy mood became more and more worried.

Sure enough, it's still very strange, Ye Junyuan's reaction is as if he wants to eat people, is he frightened by her maid outfit?

She gave Xu Jin an inquiring look, Xu Jin raised her eyebrows, and gave her a soothing smile back, looking calm as a chicken.

Just when Luo Sheng was silently embarrassed, a slight sound of footsteps sounded behind him, and Lu Xinyao came downstairs.

With the support of Zhang's mother, she slowly walked in front of Ye Junyuan, lowered her head, and snorted, "Brother Junyuan." ”

In view of this woman's domineering behavior towards her last night, Luo Sheng couldn't help but look back at this girl who could be said to be an enemy.

Lu Xinyao wore a white home skirt today, took off last night's heavy makeup, her plain facial features were beautiful and delicate, I don't know if it was because of illness, her face was a little pale, and her slender body was as delicate as a small flower, standing there timidly, with a bit of pitiful taste.

Luo Sheng carefully looked at her face for several seconds, but still couldn't find a trace of yesterday's arrogance.

Ye Junyuan was already in a bad mood, but when she was supported by Zhang's mother, she looked crumbling, and her face became more and more cold, "Lu Xinyao, you owe someone an apology." ”