Chapter 3: The Master
"Go upstairs and sleep, I've got someone to clean up the house. When people come and see your naked body in a while, don't I lose a lot? β
Ouyang Ze gently patted my ass with his wet hand.
The damp touch, coupled with the faint scent of the shower gel... Well, it's just going to stir my undetermined little heart again.
"I don't want to move... You carry me. β
Originally, I just wanted to be a coquette, so I didn't need him to really carry it. Now I just want to lie down at the table and wait for the essence of the cave to flow out.
"Come on?"
Ouyang Ze was really obedient, and without saying a word, he set up his horse and waited for me to get on the horse.
"Huh? Oh. β
Although I had no intention of moving my body, seeing Ouyang Ze's sincere appearance, I reluctantly agreed.
Maybe I was really excited just now, and I really spent too much physical strength, my body was soft like a freshly made marshmallow, and I felt like I was carrying a piece of pig iron when I raised my arm.
"What's wrong? Void? I'm working so hard, I'm not worth it~"
I leaned weakly on Ouyang Ze's shoulder, listening to Ouyang Ze's provocative words.
"No matter how empty it is, it can still abolish you."
The arm was wrapped around Ouyang Ze's neck, and when I saw his smiling spring face and the big white teeth, I couldn't wait to cut his throat with my arm immediately.
"Okay, okay, I'm wrong, I'm wrong?"
When going up the stairs, Ouyang Ze was almost blown away by my kidnapping throat lock, and in order to save that little life, he was forced to put away that ** smile and succumb to me.
Where am I willing to really let him go to see Grandpa Mao, and I still count on him for the sexual happiness of the lower half of my body.
His movements were light, but the hands that held my proud hips were dishonest. Ten fingers are constantly pointing at the soft lump of flesh...
"Okay, you get a good night's sleep, I'll get ready and then go to work."
After Ouyang Ze gently put me on the bed, he kissed me lightly on the forehead.
"Hmm..."
The soft mattress had made me completely succumb to its warm clutches, and my eyes were closed and I waited to sleep.
Soon, there was a sound of the door closing downstairs, and Ouyang Ze had already marched towards the company like an ordinary office worker and started a busy day's life...
"Buzz..."
In my sleep, I was awakened by this nasty noise. The original wonderful dream in front of me was replaced by this dazzling sunlight.
From time to time, there are voices of people talking outside the door, and listening to the tone of their voices, it is estimated that they are natives born and raised in the United States...
Now that I have become the master of this house, I should also let them see my majestic posture, so that I can show it well in front of them.
But when I lifted the quilt and saw that I was covered in dust and cobwebs stuck around my navel, the idea of pretending to be forced was gone. Because the priority now is not to pretend to be forced in front of them, but to clean up these disgusting sticks on your body.
When I take a bath, it is always the most relaxing time, when the warm water washes over my body, I will feel like I am being touched by God's grandfather, sweet and comfortable.
There was a large mirror in the bathroom, big enough for me to see myself from start to finish. Even the wounded "cave" behind me I could see the tearing blood.
I originally thought that only the master bathroom downstairs was the best, but I didn't expect this small bathroom upstairs to be not bad.
"I love bathing ~ good skin ~"
Singing in the shower has always been my patent. In this kind of relaxation, if you don't express your happy mood again, you will definitely be struck by lightning.
No matter how much time you enjoy, there will always be an end. Sooner or later, they will have to see me as a man, but before I meet them, I must also fix my "rough" appearance, so as not to give them a bad impression.
The stubble on my face has not been shaved for two days, and my dull skin is in dire need of skincare products. There was a white box on the wall of the bathroom, and when I opened it, I was dazzled by the variety of skincare products inside.
No wonder Ouyang Ze's skin is so good, it turns out that it is not a congenital factor, but an acquired development!
Such a treasure trove is enough for me to toss for a while, and the hourly workers outside also have time to wait for a while. That's how I started my emotional communication class with these skincare products...
βHelloοΌβ
When I was sure that I had evolved from a dick to a charmer, I dared to step out of the door and face the hourly workers downstairs.
When they saw me, they all smiled. is like the servants of a wealthy family in the TV series, although they are not wearing uniform clothes, their smiles are as warm as spring.
"Hello, I'm sorry to disturb your rest."
One of the tall women bowed deeply at me, the expression on her face overshadowed by guilt.
Oh, my God! I heard you right! A blonde foreigner actually speaks fluent Chinese? And the pronunciation standard of words is better than that of me, a Chinese who has been nurtured by my mother tongue since I was a child!
"You... Can speak Chinese? β
"We will."
Seeing my look of surprise, the woman did not sarcastically reply to me, but politely replied to my words.
The first time I was respected by my subordinates, it was like lying on the beach and listening to the sound of the sea rushing.
"Oh..."
I smiled awkwardly at her.
The others did not stop what they were doing, and while I was chatting with this woman, they kept their heads down and worked, and their sharp figures roamed around the room.
"We have prepared breakfast for you, according to the instructions of the gentleman, it is your favorite Chinese food. I don't know if we've made it to your taste. β
The woman waved to the people in the kitchen, and the other brought plate after plate of food to the table.
Xiao long bao, steamed dumplings, rice cakes... A variety of Chinese specialties are laid out, and each of them is exquisitely made, even the folds on the buns are a full 18.
But no matter how delicious it is, I lose my appetite at the thought of having XXOO at that table just now...
"Would you like to dine now?"
"No... No, I'll eat it later. β
With that, I turned around and went into the bedroom again.
Oh, my God... This is really like a dream, the night before I was still drinking a bowl of spicy soup for seven yuan at home in China, watching Ouyang Ze clean the house, but now I am in the mansion in the United States to accept the respect of the servants, and that table of "Manchu and Han full seats".
Happiness came really fast, so fast that I felt that it was just a spring dream!