This is the first time Feng Keer has refused the master's order, before that, whether it was the housework arranged by the master, or she tirelessly asked herself to repeat the song over and over again, Feng Keer had never disobeyed the master.

But today, Feng Keer didn't know why she blurted it out, maybe she thought her singing was good enough, or maybe her throat was really uncomfortable. Forcibly singing under such voice conditions will not meet the master's harsh requirements.

After listening to Feng Ke'er's words, Zhang Yanfang's eyebrows raised, and there was an incredible look in her eyes. "You said you were a little uncomfortable, so you don't want to sing today?"

Feng Ke'er noticed the change in her master's expression, but she still nodded matter-of-factly, "I want to take a day off, and when my voice is better tomorrow, it should be fine." ”

Zhang Yanfang's entire face collapsed instantly, and then a mocking smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, "Okay, you go and rest." After saying this, Zhang Yanfang turned around and ignored Feng Ke'er.

Feng Ke'er's heart suddenly tightened, feeling as if she had made a big mistake, but she didn't know what this mistake was. When your throat is uncomfortable, asking for a day off is not a big deal, right? Feng Ke'er walked out of the room alone, and she silently thought in her heart, what the smile on the master's face meant.

After getting along for the past few months, Feng Keer felt that she had learned something about Zhang Yanfang. Although she is now purple in the Chinese music scene, and she looks like a superstar has a temper, Feng Keer knows that her master is actually a knife-mouthed tofu heart. It can be seen from the day when the short-haired girl left the master that the master is actually silently caring about everyone.

So Zhang Yanfang is actually not like the entertainment headlines, moody and loves to play big names, she will never be angry with others for no reason. However, even if Feng Keer has been psychoanalysing for so long, the big stone in her heart has never been able to let go, and a feeling of uneasiness has always lingered.

Feng Ke'er fetched a basin of water, put the rag in the water and washed it a few times, and then wiped the floor-to-ceiling window with the long-haired girl. She hadn't done this chore in a while, and the long-haired girl's eyes widened in surprise when she saw her presence.

"Kerr, don't you have to rehearse today?" asked the long-haired girl, confused. It is no secret that Feng Keer wants to perform as Zhang Yanfang's guest singer, not only that, but the long-haired girl also knows that the song Feng Keer wants to sing is Teresa Teng's "Qingping Tune". Because during this time, whenever she mopped the wooden floor in the hallway, the long-haired girl could hear the same melody coming from the room.

Feng Ke'er felt that her throat was a little itchy, and coughed again, she smiled and pointed to her throat and said, "My throat is a little uncomfortable today, so I asked my master for a day off." ”

The long-haired girl nodded abruptly, "I see." ”

Feng Ke'er didn't say anything, she began to carefully wipe the window in front of her, trying to wipe it faster and cleaner than the long-haired girl, which could be regarded as making up for her debt to the long-haired girl during this time. After a long day's work, Feng Ke'er felt that her whole body was sore, and the previous feeling of uneasiness had long disappeared, replaced by a sense of sleepiness that urgently needed to rest.

Feng Keer had a very sweet sleep, she hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time, and the tension of standing on the concert stage often made her fall asleep late at night, but with the help of physical work, Feng Keer fell asleep as soon as she leaned on the pillow.

Early the next morning, she was woken up by the ringing of her mobile phone, and it was the housekeeper who called, and he asked Feng Keer to prepare Zhang Yanfang's favorite coffee and strawberries before eight o'clock.

Feng Ke'er sat up in a daze, she answered a few times in a row and hung up the phone, and when her thoughts slowly became clear, Feng Ke'er suddenly realized that these things were not all prepared by the long-haired girl before?

Feng Ke'er didn't think about the reason, since the housekeeper had such an order, he had to prepare it for the master. She looked at the time, and hurriedly jumped out of bed like the first day of worshipping the teacher, Feng Ke'er washed up and rushed out of the dormitory building, she still remembered the café that would open in the morning, and the master's favorite strawberry variety.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Feng Ke'er appeared at the villa on time, and the housekeeper took the coffee and strawberries from her hands, and the expression on her face seemed to be much more indifferent than before.

According to the previous routine, the master would usually spare two hours to teach himself after breakfast, and Feng Ke'er waited silently in the living room, and it only took about twenty minutes for the housekeeper to call himself up while cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

Maybe it was because she slept better yesterday that Feng Ke'er found that her body had recovered overnight, the temperature of her forehead had returned to normal levels, and even her throat didn't feel any dry itching. If the master asks me to sing "Qingping Tune" again today, I will definitely be able to sing better than before, thinking of this, Feng Ke'er showed a somewhat smug smile on his face.

She looked up at the escalator on the second floor, and there was still no movement, presumably because the master hadn't finished breakfast yet, Feng Ke'er couldn't wait to get up from the sofa. She paced back and forth in the living room of the University, occasionally turning her head to look in the direction where the butler was about to appear.

I don't know if it's my own psychological reasons, Feng Keer felt that she had waited a long time this morning, and what made her feel even more strange was that the long-haired girl had not appeared, according to the previous situation, the long-haired girl should have started cleaning at this point in time.

Finally, the butler came down the escalator with a plate containing half-drunk coffee and a few uneaten strawberries. Feng Ke'er walked over with a hint of a smile, and she asked eagerly, "Master, have you finished breakfast?"

The housekeeper nodded expectedly, but before Feng Ke'er could take a step, he shook his head again and said, "Breakfast is over, but you don't have to go up today, a wild cat has appeared in the yard these days, you find it and drive it to another place." ”

The smile on Feng Ke'er's face instantly became stiff, now is the time for him to practice the song, seeing that the day of the concert is getting closer and closer, how could the master ask himself to catch a wild cat at this time?

"Master, is she uncomfortable?" Feng Ke'er tried to ask the reason.

However, the housekeeper did not give a clear answer, he just replied lightly, "You just do what I say." ”