The Filipino maid came to Ning Qiluo's side and made a gesture of invitation: "Miss Ning, Mr. ordered, let me take you to his room to rest." ”

Go to his room......

Following the Filipino maid, he went upstairs all the way, crossed the corridor, turned the corner, and arrived at Jiang Yingchi's room.

The Filipino maid couldn't go in casually, so she only opened the door and turned on the light: "Miss Ning, inside is Mr.'s room, you have a good rest." ”

"Okay."

Ning Qiluo entered, and the Filipino maid carefully closed the door.

Jiang Yingchi's room style is not the business black she imagined, although the decoration style is simple, but the overall color system is Morandi color, Ning Qiluo likes it at a glance.

Ignoring the expensive decorations, she threw herself on the big bed and rolled over.

Sitting up, her hair in a mess.

Then she fell down again, and as soon as she touched the bed, sleepiness hit.

After taking a nap, there was a knock on the door, Ning Qiluo answered, and the Filipino maid pushed the door in, and there were several Filipino maids behind, all wearing uniform black and white maids.

In the tray held by the Filipino maid in front, there was a stew cup: "Miss Ning, this is freshly stewed bird's nest, you can take a bath later, and you can eat it when you come out." ”

After putting it down, the Filipino maid went to the bathroom to put hot water.

There were new clothes in the tray of the Filipino maid in the back: "Miss Ning, this is the clothes you will wear tomorrow." ”

Later, several Filipino maids came in one after another.

They were all carrying trays with things in them.

"Miss Ning, these are the shoes you will wear tomorrow."

"Miss Ning, this is the jewelry you will wear tomorrow."

"Miss Ning, this is ......"

Ning Qiluo sat on the edge of the bed obediently, and after all the things were brought in and put away, the Filipino maids said goodnight to her before going out.

These things look like they've been prepared for a long time.

On the first night she moved in, Jiang Yingchi deliberately arranged this sense of ceremony.

The sense of ritual that a hostess should have.

If everything she used, or what she wore, was left dead waiting for her to use, there would be no sense of ritual.

Jiang Yingchi's cherishing of Ning Qiluo can be seen and touched, and every detail is carefully prepared.

……

Ning Qiluo went to the bathroom to soak in a comfortable and relaxing bath.

When the bird's nest comes out after soaking, the temperature of the bird's nest is just right to eat, and it is neither hot nor cold.

After eating the bird's nest, Ning Qiluo was even more sleepy, and when she looked at the time, it was only about half past seven.

She didn't seem to have time to wait for Jiang Ying to come back, her eyelids fought so badly that she was about to fall asleep when she lay down.

Lying on the big bed, the pillowcases and quilts were all changed, and Ning Qiluo smelled the faint fragrance of Florentine irises.

It smells good.

Sniffing and sniffing, Ning Qiluo was about to fall asleep.

But at this time, there was another knock on the door.

Ning Qiluo didn't move.

The knock on the door did not bother too much, and soon it was silent.

Dedicated Green Valley Yunxi drove another car.

It's a black elongated Lincoln.

The car slowly stopped at the gate.

The passenger seat got down first, went to the back seat, and bent down to pull the car door.

Yu Hualing got out of the car, holding a cane in her hand, first looked around, and finally looked into the distance, looking at the courtyard in front of her, and the Filipino maids who came out to greet him one after another.

When everyone saw Yu Hualing, they immediately greeted her.

"Where's the little girl from the Ning family?" Yu Hualing asked.

She's here tonight because of this little girl.

A Filipino maid replied, "Miss Ning has stopped now." ”

"Young man, go to bed so early?"

Other Filipino maids: "......"