My clothes were placed in the bedroom doorway. They are neatly folded and laid out in a low rectangular basket made of vines. There were also two dried lavender spikes on the clothes. I pinched the spike with my fingertips and lifted it up in front of me.

These can't be thrown by the man, right?!

There were people walking around downstairs, and there seemed to be the sound of vacuum cleaners. I picked up the basket and closed the door softly. I went into the bathroom and quickly changed into my own clothes. I smell of detergent all over me. I glanced at myself in glasses, brushed my hair on the top of my head, and turned and walked out of the bathroom.

I looked around, it was the first time I had seen the whole house in bright light.

The room was unusually spacious, and the large fluffy bed in the middle of the house looked particularly isolated. The ceiling of the bedroom is slightly arched, and a unique chandelier hangs on it, which seems to be made of fragments of meteorites, exuding a cold and mysterious atmosphere.

Even the lamp is like his master.

There were still a number of unopened cardboard boxes in the bedroom, all of which were casually stacked together, and next to them were two large brand new bookshelves. I think of the scene on the first floor, and there are also many things that are not sealed. It seems that this man has just moved in. He didn't go on a hard decorate, but he replaced it with new furniture, lighting and furnishings.

There are a total of five doors on this level, and I think the one I'm in should be the largest, and the other four, I don't have the courage to snoop. Last night, I snuck past them. There were no lights in the corridors, and they were all dark and eerie. After that, I sneaked around each floor like a big mouse. The living room on the first floor shares the dining room on the second floor, and the closed doors on the third and fourth floors. And I'm in one of the rooms on the fourth floor.

Outside, this bedroom has a large vaulted terrace overlooking the bay. The whole mansion is built on the mountain, and it is placed in the best part of the mountain, and the feng shui is excellent.

The backyard is a large area, with manicured greenery, low and scattered Japanese flower brocade and winding white stone paths. But the most striking thing is the infinity pool at the end of the compound. The edge of the pool blends seamlessly with the sea and sky. The clear water of the pond is sprinkled with sunlight, as if it has been born with the rain and dew of nature.

Being able to wake up in such an environment every day makes people really proud.

A figure dangled from the courtyard, and I hurriedly retracted, but I couldn't help but be curious, and I slowly poked my head out and looked down.

A Filipino-looking figure walked through the courtyard, and she glanced up at me, smiled and nodded at me, with a sense of proportion on her face. I smiled at her too, very reservedly.

He and I are no longer the only ones in this house! My mood brightened.

The woman seemed to have seen someone else in the courtyard, and she nodded at the air in front of her. I craned my neck and looked down to see a man in a white bathrobe dangling out of the shadows, rubbing his hair with a towel as he walked. I hurriedly retracted and took a few steps back.

Standing in this position, he shouldn't see me, right? I moved behind me again, tiptoeing, craned my neck, and looked down again.

It's just curiosity kills cats. Not biased, not slanted, I just met the man's eyes.

He had a towel around his neck, his hair was wet, and he was looking up at me, and there was a hint of interest in his deep eyes.

I smiled dryly at him, stiffly retracting the bulk of my good deeds.

How did it look like I was spying on him...... I sat on the edge of the bed, and my head tightened at the thought of the man's expression.

There was a soft knock on the door, and I stood up at once, but on second thought, he never knocked.

I walked gently to the door and opened it. I saw the Filipino maid I saw downstairs just now standing at the door. The woman was about thirty years old, slightly chubby, and looked very gentle.

"Miss Lin, sir, please go down and have breakfast." She said in broken Chinese.

"Oh, okay." I nodded. She smiled at me and turned to walk towards the staircase.

"Please wait!"

She turned around, "Miss Lin, are you still in trouble?" She walked over to me again.

"Hmm... That's right, I want to ask, were you there yesterday? ”

She looked at me blankly.

"I mean, you don't live in, here? Or、I、Last night、Didn't see you? ”

She seemed to be a little understanding, she nodded, "We don't live here, I and the people we work with, come every morning, sweep, every room, and the yard." Yes、Mr. Jing's meaning、So。 ”

"Did you work overtime yesterday afternoon?" I tugged at the clothes on my upper body and pointed to my pants again, "This、Did you help me change?" I stroked at her as she undressed.

She shook her head and nodded immediately, "I didn't do it, but," she gestured at me, as if to mean that she folded the clothes and brought them up. "We'll just have a morning meeting, come here." She added.

“Sherley。”

The Filipino maid turned around in response, and Jing Chengjun walked up from the staircase, he was still wearing a bathrobe.

Jing Chengjun's gaze passed over my face and finally landed on the Filipino woman named Sherley. The two exchanged a few words in English, which roughly meant that Jing Chengjun asked her if she had stored something in the basement.

I stood dumbfounded, staring at the two of them. I'm so stupid, can't I speak English...

Jing Chengjun seemed to finish asking, and Sherley nodded at the two of us, turning to leave. She had barely walked a few steps when I stopped her in English. I quickly followed her and said to her affectionately, I said I wanted to go with her, I could help her work. Sherley looked at me in surprise, then turned her head to look at Jing Chengjun. "No, Miss Lin." She smiled at me.

I felt someone behind me gently tugging at the hat on my clothes, and I twisted and glanced at the owner of the groping pig's hand. Jing Chengjun's hair was half-dry. Although there were faint dark circles under his eyes, he didn't look tired, on the contrary, he was very energetic.

"Miss Lin, please come here with me first." I was like a cat, pinched by my owner from behind. He tugged at my hat and motioned for me to follow him into the house.

Even if it's a cat, and what did I just do wrong?! Isn't it only when you make a mistake and get caught?!

"There's something to talk about. What are you dragging me for? "I turned my back to him and pulled my body off. He let go of me. "You come in with me."

I tilted my head and saw that Jing Chengjun had flashed into the bedroom.

I stood outside the door and began to fight my thoughts. I've been alone with this man for eighteen hours, and apart from the ambiguous contact from the previous night's hand-to-hand contest, he hasn't crossed the line in any way.

I personally bear responsibility for the blade and all the bad things that happened after it, which were the consequences of my personal recklessness. But when he suddenly approached me, he was wrong! After all, I'm a weak woman, and I have to make a quick reaction mechanism to protect myself!

"You're still standing outside stupidly, aren't you?" The man's voice came from inside the door. He seemed to expect me not to run downstairs right away.

I sighed and walked to the bedroom. The room was empty, and I didn't see any of them. At this time, Jing Chengjun came out of the cloakroom, he had already changed his clothes, and the clothes looked very business. I've always thought that men's formal wear is much the same, and in addition to being able to distinguish it in terms of color and fabric, the most important thing is the cut. But the man in front of me was nothing short of a burning wasteland.

More non-existent. He's a walking clothes rack in his own right.

If you can use Paige's beautiful face as a reference, Jing Chengjun can only be regarded as an ordinary handsome man. However, Paige is lazy and not good at managing his figure, and coupled with his naturally thin body, these factors make Paige's handsomeness look slightly feminine. And this man is different, he has a strong physique, but he is not like those big guys who have been in the gym for a long time, he is tall and long.

Everything was absolutely perfect. His hormonal magnetic field has a fatal attraction to the opposite sex.

Jing Chengjun's clothes are not fully dressed, his shirt is open, and his bare chest reveals a row of charming abs, and he is buttoning his shirt with his head down, in order from top to bottom. I pretended to be calm and looked at him with a sense of composure, but my heart was beating faster than the wings of a fan. When he saw that I was already standing by the door, he smiled silently, lowered his eyes again, and buttoned the rest of the buttons.

"What are you calling me in?" I asked, staring at him.

"You go and open a couple of boxes over there, and the paper cutter is in that pile. Put all the books in the box on the shelves. ”

"Why would I do that?" I looked at the boxes, six large cardboard boxes.

"Don't you want to help Sherley? These are the things she is going to do today. Jing Chengjun tied his cuffs and said without raising his head.

"What are you? Trick me? ”

He smiled. "Do you need me to call Sherley up and let her tell you personally? If so, it can make you happier at work. As he spoke, he went into the cloakroom again, and in a few moments he came out with a blazer in his hand. He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down at the end of the bed. He glanced at the time on his wrist, "What?" Not ready to get started? You only have half an hour. Now start the timer. ”

I rolled my eyes wide at the air above me, "Will you make good on your promise to get me home on time?" I sighed.