When I returned to the lookout platform after class, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.

Running from the suburbs to the city, and then from school back to the Moon Lookout Platform, Xiaoyuan was exhausted.

Although the location of the observatory is a blessed place in the middle of noisy, there is a fatal problem here, that is, not a single bus passes by here.

This is also something that Xiaoyuan did not expect.

It's not difficult to understand that the people who live in this high-end villa area have a lot of money, and even the nanny here takes a taxi to go in and out, so Xiaoyuan had to walk two miles on foot.

Finally saw the security guard at the door of the villa, Xiaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

On this short road, except for a few cars that were in a hurry as if they were fleeing, she was left alone, and it was impossible to say that she was not afraid at all.

Xiao Yuan smiled at the security guard and swiped the card to enter.

The whole villa area is shrouded in darkness and has a different kind of tranquility.

Stepping on the dim light on the path, Xiaoyuan touched the front of Building 27, swiped the card again, entered the password and pushed the door in.

If it weren't for the dim light in the living room, Xiaoyuan would have thought that there was no one in the house.

Cheng Hao leaned on the sofa, with the tall floor lamp on beside him, flipping through some documents in his hands.

"Mr. Cheng, good evening. Xiao Yuan said hello.

Cheng Hao snorted in his nose and replied.

Xiang Xiaoyuan was bored, went upstairs silently, and within two minutes she ran down again:

"Sorry, no curtains. ”

"Yes, I'll talk about it tomorrow. Cheng Hao didn't raise his eyelids.

Xiaoyuan went up stupidly, and ran down again in less than two minutes: "You ......"

"You're not finished!" Cheng Hao glared at her.

"I just want to know...... You...... Tomorrow...... What time is breakfast. ”

Xiao Yuan said again in a mosquito-like voice.

****

The first rays of sunlight hit Xiao Yuan directly, she rubbed her sleepy eyes and reached out to find clothes, only to find that she was sleeping with clothes because there were no curtains.

It was still early, and Xiao Yuan decided to go to the terrace to memorize his unassuming English words.

"One-sided!"

She screamed in her heart.

Looking at the sliding glass door, she was angry and funny.

It turned out that she couldn't see the inside at all, so she worried all night.

At seven fifty, breakfast was placed in front of Cheng Hao on time, slicing toast, fried eggs, and hot milk.

Cheng Hao looked at the food on the table and stuffed it into his mouth expressionlessly.

"I don't like omelettes, please cook them later. Also, the bread slices need to be baked, and I am more used to drinking coffee in the morning. He used a voice without any tone to teach Xiaoyuan one by one.

Xiao Yuan sighed in his heart, he knew that Cheng Hao would definitely be picky, and after apologizing and deeply reflecting and correcting it, she put away the dishes.

Finally starting to make his own breakfast, Xiao Yuan turned his wrist and began to rummage through the bag he was carrying.

Cheng Hao stood not far from the kitchen door and squinted at her strange behavior.

Xiao Yuan first turned out an egg from his bag, and then pulled out a pack of noodles like a trick.

Cheng Hao's eyes widened, and before he could finish his surprise, Xiao Yuan pulled out another green onion from his bag.

He couldn't bear it anymore: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Xiao Yuan was startled, she didn't expect him to be behind him, did he not like the taste of green onions? Rich people are always picky and strange, it must be so! So she quickly stuffed the green onions back and took out a handful of spinach.

"Hey, hey, what are you going to do?" Cheng Hao was puzzled by her.

"Make my breakfast......" Xiaoyuan hummed again.

"You didn't eat breakfast just now?" Cheng Hao was even more confused.

"Hmm. Xiao Yuan nodded: "That's your breakfast, it's not appropriate to eat your things." ”

Cheng Hao was almost angry with her and vomited blood, and suppressed his anger: "These are all you use for breakfast?"

Xiaoyuan lowered his head and took out a cabbage from his bag: "This is for lunch." ”

Cheng Hao almost went crazy: "What kind of nerves do you have! You think you are magical!"

Xiao Yuan was so frightened by his appearance that he stammered in defense:

"Part-time workers, part-time workers can't eat at their employer's house. I checked, checked the housekeeping manual......"

Cheng Hao forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart: "Okay, I'll tell you now, from this moment on, what you do, what I eat, what I eat, what you eat!"

Xiao Yuan nodded tremblingly.

"Let's make your breakfast!" Cheng Hao said angrily: "It's just an insult to me!"

He looked back at Xiang Xiaoyuan's small schoolbag and shook his head.

I really don't know how this little guy managed to fit this mess in.

Cheng Hao had to admit that this little girl was very diligent, at least from this point of view, he didn't invite the wrong person.

She is completely methodical in her work, neat and capable, unlike the people who have been invited a few times before, she is completely clueless, and she seems to be very busy but has no effect.

At this time, Xiang Xiaoyuan finished wiping the living room, and was vigorously wiping the entrance glass on the side of the corridor, the glass was clean to the point that it seemed to be nothing, but she still stubbornly wiped it.

"Hey!" Cheng Hao couldn't hold his breath again: "Isn't the glass clean?"

Xiao Yuan took two steps back, and suddenly said, "It's clean!"

"What are you wiping clean?"

Xiao Yuan turned his head to look at him, with grievances written on his face:

"The housekeeping manual says to wipe it three times...... I've only wiped it twice. ”

Cheng Hao was almost so angry that he jumped up and roared at Xiao Yuan: "What about your own brain? What do you wipe when it's clean? The book says three times, three times? Don't you know how to judge yourself?"

"Can you really judge for yourself?" asked Xiao Yuan in that pitiful voice again.

Cheng Hao didn't know what kind of language to use to answer, and he could even guarantee that this girl's head had been caught by the door, and it had already been transformed into a cube, and the dogma was to the point of despair.

Just as he angrily moved from the living room to the study, Xiao Yuan had a sly smile on his face.

He didn't know that Xiao Yuan was in a mood at the moment, and hummed a song quietly.

"Do you use me to cook lunch?" Xiao Yuan was busy, and it was almost noon.

Cheng Hao didn't answer her, and directly threw a thick notebook to her.

In the book are pieces of fabric samples with different textures, colors and patterns, Xiao Yuan stroked it with his hand, raised his little face, and looked at him in surprise.

"Don't you want curtains, choose one for yourself!"

Xiao Yuan suddenly realized, surprised and delighted, and rummaged through it: "This piece!

After speaking, he began to hesitate again: "How much?

Cheng Hao angrily snatched the book from her hand and turned back to the bedroom.

Xiang Xiaoyuan, who was hanging in the living room, didn't know what he had done wrong.

The rich man's temper was too difficult to serve, and Mr. Cheng was angry, and this question plagued her for a whole afternoon, causing her to wander in class for the first time.

I hope Mr. Cheng doesn't sweep her out of the house.