On the second floor of this villa, Sang Shang turned off the surveillance screen and instructed the chef standing beside him, "In the future, according to this amount of dishes, three meals a day will be sent to her, there will be no duplicates, by the way, before sending it to her, show me first,"

"Yes," the chef bowed slightly, backing down.

"The clothes you bought are okay, go and add me some suits suitable for field activities," Sang Shang glanced at the attendant standing on the other side of him.

"Yes, I'll do it at once," the attendant bowed slightly.

"Tomorrow morning, find a hairstylist to give her a finish, even if she has to do a test, she must have a pleasing appearance, isn't that how pets should be," Sang Shang commanded to the last attendant.

"Yes, is that going to be the same hairstylist you've been using, or is it going to be another hairstylist?" The attendant bowed slightly, and stood in front of Sang Shang with a low brow.

"How can a pet use the same hairstylist as its owner?" Sang Shang replied coldly.

"Understood," the squire nodded.

"Go ahead," Sang Shang motioned for the squire to leave.

"Yes," the attendant bowed and left Sangchan's room.

"I'll make you forget that Xun Zhi completely," Sang Shang showed a sly smile on his face.

The next morning, Ran Xin was woken up by the sound of the door opening before she woke up, and in a daze, she seemed to see many people walking into her room.

Ran Xin rubbed for a moment, sat up from the bed vigilantly, and spoke in a nasal voice that did not wake up, "You, what are you going to do?" ”

The eldest of the four men said in a light tone, "It's time to get up, please get up immediately, then freshen up and have breakfast, and there will be a hairstylist who will come to fix your hair in a while,"

"What?" Ran Xin couldn't believe that Sang Shang had found so many people to wake her up, freshen up and have breakfast.

"Get up," the middle-aged man said coldly.

Ran Xin immediately got up, ran into the bathroom, and took a quick shower.

When changing clothes, Ran Xin looked at his hair in the mirror, which was just over his shoulders, which was also long? Could it be that Sanshang likes short hair?

Ran Xin came back to his senses and felt that he must be crazy, how could he think about what Sang Shang liked?

Not surprisingly, as soon as Ran Xin walked out of the bathroom, he saw a rich and exquisite breakfast already on the table.

Ran Xin, who was eating breakfast, felt that the atmosphere was a little dull, so he asked the middle-aged man, "Does Sang Shang usually eat these?" ”

"No, the marshal has his favorite meals, and he doesn't like these soups and watery things," the middle-aged man replied.

"Oh, then you can help me prepare some tomorrow, I don't like to eat these soups and waters," Ran Xin thought that as long as he mastered Sang Shang's preferences, he would definitely be able to find his weaknesses, and maybe he could find an opportunity to let him leave.

"Yes," the middle-aged man replied.

"I mean," Ran Xin continued as he chewed a piece of bread, "I will eat whatever the marshal eats in the future, anyway, I am his pet, and pets should follow their owners, right?" ”

"Yes," the middle-aged man said in a voice that was so flat that there was no change in pitch.

"What's your name?" Ran Xin asked out of curiosity.

"Chu Yanli," the middle-aged man replied.

"Uncle Chu, I'll call you Uncle Chu," Ran Xin looked sideways at Chu Yanli with a smile.

"No, you are the marshal's pet, I have nothing to do with you, you just need to call me housekeeper, you don't need superfluous titles," Chu Yanli's face became gloomy, he didn't want to be called uncle by a pet in captivity.

"Understood, the housekeeper, do you usually have any hobbies?" Ran Xin pursed his lips, ignoring the trace of disdain in Chu Yanli's tone.

"This is not for me to answer, if you want to know, you can ask the marshal yourself," Chu Yanli's tone also became unkind.

He thought that he would see a girl with a gloomy expression and no thoughts, but he didn't expect that what he saw was a girl who would take the initiative to inquire about the marshal's preferences.

In order to covet these substances, you can't even be a human being, and you're willing to be a pet in captivity.

A trace of disgust flashed in Chu Yanli's eyes.

Ran Xin could actually feel Chu Yanli's disgust with him, but he couldn't say some things, because he took the initiative to leave Xunzhi and follow Sang Shang to the capital, and now it was too late to say that he regretted it.

Ran Xin could only eat breakfast and said to himself, "Hey, unlucky, I originally thought that Sang Shang brought me to the capital to save me, but I didn't expect it to be to keep me as a pet, I knew that I would stay in the West District and not come back,"

Chu Yanli just stood silently and ignored Ran Xin's words. In his opinion, this was just a trick by the girl to pretend to be pitiful.

After breakfast, when the hairstylist was sorting out Ran Xin's hair, Sang Shang slowly walked into Ran Xin's room, and saw that the hairstylist was sorting Ran Xin's hair, so he said coldly, "Short hair, micro curls are fine,"

"Yes," the hairstylist originally wanted to cut his hair into a short hair that reached his ears, but when he heard Sang Shang's request, he immediately cut it quickly, and soon Ran Xin's hair was cut to only one finger long, and then rolled it with a curling iron, and it became the slightly curly short hair that Sang Shang requested.

Ran Xin watched speechlessly that his long hair had been cut to only a little bit because of Sang Shang's request, and he was extremely depressed.

"I endure, I endure, isn't it just short hair, it's not a big deal," Ran Xin muttered in his heart.

"Do you have any comments?" Sangshang's voice suddenly sounded.

"What?" Ran Xin raised his head and looked at Sang Shang in the mirror in confusion.

"As a pet, if you want to make a request, you must first please the owner, understand?" Sang Shang stared coldly at Ran Xin in the mirror.

Ran Xin grinned at Sang Shang, "I have no opinion, I think it's good,"

"Don't fake a smile, don't laugh if you don't want to laugh, I don't like fake things," Sang Shang's tone was still cold and cold.

Ran Xin lowered his head and stopped talking, sighing, this Sang Shang is not ordinary cold, if anyone is his wife, he doesn't need to turn on the air conditioner when he is with him in the summer.

Suddenly, Ran Xin felt a chill in her back, and she knew that it must be Sang Shang staring at her again. Ran Xin immediately sat down respectfully, treating himself as a doll, and got rid of all the cranky thoughts in his head.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for that chill to go down my spine to disappear.

As soon as Ran Xin relaxed, he heard Sang Shang's voice come out without warning again, "Remember, don't be cranky, all your thoughts can't escape my eyes,"

"Do you know how to read minds?" Ran Xin mocked Sang Shang.

Sang Shang nodded and said coldly, "You can understand it that way,"

Ran Xin rolled his eyes, "Marshal, you are really powerful, I am willing to bow down,"