Just when Zhao Qingying took Duan Hongfei to her house, thinking about whether to hire an hourly job for them, take care of the injured Duan Hongfei, and clean up the room for them, she slept in a daze for a night, and the next morning, she was woken up by a rush of alarm bells, and when she saw that it was almost time to go to work again, she said a little helplessly: "Damn God, can't you let me sleep a little longer?"

After all, she still rubbed it slightly, her big hazy eyes, and a few yawns quite ladylikely, and obediently got up and washed.

But just when she walked to the hall, she found that the magazines that were still scattered on the coffee table last night were unusually neatly placed in the bookshelf on the wall next to her, and the garbage on it, which had been placed for an unknown amount of time, cans and small food bags, had miraculously disappeared.

At the same time, the pajamas, blankets, and large towels that were still on the various sofas were all gone.

Not only that, but even the shoes she threw everywhere, all kinds of styles, actually disappeared, and the floor and coffee table and other things were obviously just wiped very clean.

And she used to throw around the stereo, those CDs and other things, but they were actually divided into categories, and very neatly placed in the small space under the TV.

Looking at everything that made her feel very strange, she suddenly wondered a little and said to herself: "My God! could it be that some bold little thief came to me last night?"

She thought for a moment when she got there, and then suddenly smirked and said, "Don't be funny! It's more than a dozen floors here! And there will be such a stupid thief here, who will help you clean up this place?"

With that, she lazily walked into the bathroom.

But just when she finished washing up and put on some light makeup and was about to go to work, she saw Duan Hongfei walking towards her with two breakfasts that looked quite appetizing, and said with a smile: "Senior sister, good morning!

She was very puzzled and said, "Pony, do you know how to cook?"

As he spoke, he sat on the two sofas around the small coffee table, and Duan Hongfei smiled at her again, and then said more politely: "Senior sister, don't you know? Although the things I make are not necessarily delicious, these three meals a day are still difficult for me, come and try it!"

As he spoke, he placed a breakfast in front of her, which seemed to be quite refreshing and delicious.

At that time, Zhao Qingying looked at those breakfasts, although she was quite appetizing, but she was worried that those breakfasts would be the kind of flashy and beautiful things that looked good, but the taste was very unpalatable, so she smiled a little embarrassedly at her, and then tried to eat a little.

But all of a sudden, she was very surprised and asked Duan Hongfei: "Xiaoma, who did you learn this cooking skill from, and the things you cook are so delicious! It can definitely be compared to the skill of a chef in a five-star hotel!"

After finishing speaking, she ate it without any image, and Duan Hongfei said quite happily: "It's nothing, as long as you like it!"

After finishing speaking, he also carefully took a few pieces of tissue paper and wiped the rice grains at the corners of his mouth for Zhao Qingying, although his behavior was not suitable for them who had only known each other for a long time, but in front of the food, Zhao Qingying didn't think about those things, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with doing that.

After a while, after watching Zhao Qingying finish her breakfast, but still licking her lips a little greedily, Duan Hongfei immediately smiled, pushed his breakfast in front of her, and said a little embarrassed: "I'm really embarrassed pony? These breakfasts you make are so delicious, sister." ”

As soon as she said that, Duan Hongfei suddenly stretched out his fingers, made a gesture to her not to speak, and said softly: "Sister, that's all I can do for you, hurry up and eat more!"

Looking at his thoughtful and polite look towards him, Zhao Qingying's heart felt quite warm, and he ate a little more before getting up and preparing to change his shoes and go to work.

But at that time, she couldn't find her shoes in the place where she usually put them, and she said a little puzzled: "What's going on? Could it be that a thief really came last night?"

Duan Hongfei, who was about to eat at the time, listened to her words, looked at her as if she was looking for something, and immediately smiled and said, "Sister, are you looking for something?

As he spoke, he walked to Zhao Qingying's side, and Zhao Qingying looked at him a little before frowning slightly and said, "No, maybe I remembered the wrong place and actually forgot where I put my shoes." ”

Hearing her say that, Duan Hongfei suddenly said a little apologetically: "I'm really sorry sister, I didn't have your permission in the morning, so I tidied up your shoes a little and put them all in the cupboard next to the door." ”

As he spoke, he hurriedly ran over with a little leg on his legs, opened the cupboard and said to Zhao Qingying: "Sister, do you see if these shoes are these? If there are no shoes you want to wear, I'll look elsewhere." ”

Zhao Qingying, who followed him over, saw that he actually put those shoes in such a neat manner, and at the same time noticed that the bandages on his arms and legs were oozing out pieces of blood, Zhao Qingying's heart suddenly became very guilty, and said a little excitedly: "Pony, did you clean up these shoes and rooms just now?"

Duan Hongfei, who looked at her a little wrong, worried about what she had done and made her unhappy, immediately said a little apologetically: "Sister, I'm really sorry, I moved these things from you without your consent, if you are not happy, just reprimand me fiercely, I promise to accept it unconditionally." ”

Looking at his very sincere appearance, Zhao Qingying gently stroked the blood stains on his arm, and suddenly said with tears in his eyes: "Don't misunderstand, Xiaoma, you did a good job, my sister is very happy, but you are now covered in injuries, don't always do those things, you look at your own body, all the blood is bleeding." ”

Hearing her say that, Duan Hongfei seemed to have just discovered that there were really a lot of blood stains on his body, but as if he couldn't feel the pain, he smiled and said: "Sister, I'm a man, I'm not so squeamish, it's not too early, you go to work quickly!"

Looking at his somewhat innocent appearance, Zhao Qingying hesitated slightly, then nodded with excitement, changed his shoes and prepared to go to work.

However, before she went out, she smiled and said to Duan Hongfei: "Xiaoma, from now on you will be my manservant, whether you want it or not, you have to promise me!"

After finishing speaking, before Duan Hongfei could react, she walked out quite happily, and Duan Hongfei was a little different, and stayed there for a while, and when he came back to his senses, he felt a little funny and smiled and said: "I said beautiful sister! I have only heard of Filipino maids and maids, and even Indian Ah San is a servant for some people, this is the first time I have heard that someone wants a male servant, and let me, a big man, be a servant, it is you, a beautiful and noble female white-collar sister!"

After saying that, he himself snickered in a funny way.