Without waiting for Yan Feifei to answer Xiaobai's question, the servants who were busy around stopped their work, bowed deeply to her, and greeted her loudly.

"Hello Miss Yan."

With this greeting, the bag she was holding in her hand fell down.

The housekeeper not far away dressed as a young man, almost as flying, just like the picture that only appears in TV dramas, with his hands raised above his head, flying sideways, catching Yan Fei's falling bag. At the same time as receiving the bag, the person also fell heavily to the ground, and his hands were still in a lifting posture, holding the bag high above his head.

Under Yan Feifei's stunned expression, Steward Qi stood up elegantly, took out the handkerchief on his chest, wiped the bag that had never been soiled, bent down respectfully, and handed it to her with both hands.

"Miss Yan, your bag."

Yan Feifei was shocked by the housekeeper's series of actions and stood in place, his hands still maintained their original posture, and when he saw the housekeeper's apologetic expression, he suddenly became even more messy.

Hey, what the hell is this housekeeper sorry for? Apologize for not helping her hold the bag when she was about to fall?

"Miss Yan, your bag." Steward Qi bent his waist lower, and the bag in his hand was raised higher.

Yan Feifei came to his senses and immediately took the bag in his hand.

Xiaobai Tesuke was accustomed to it, smiling and picking up the briefcase on the ground and walking over with a smile.

"Miss Yan, is the president in the room?"

"Yes."

Yan Feifei replied quickly, and when he saw that before Xiaobai Special Assistant left, he smiled ambiguously, and immediately realized that he had misunderstood.

She answered too quickly just now, she didn't need to think about it, knowing that Orlando was in such a private place in the room, didn't she just tell the little white special assistant that she had just come out of Orlando's room?

"Alas! Special assistant Xiaobai, don't get me wrong, I don't have anything to do with the president. ”

Yan Feifei shouted loudly, but unfortunately it was too late, and Xiaobai Special Aid had already gone away.

"Miss Yan, are you hungry?" Steward Qi showed a friendly smile, stood aside, and said with concern.

"Not hungry."

"Thirsty?"

"I'm not thirsty."

"That's ......"

"I'm going home."

didn't want to ask and answer with the housekeeper, Yan Feifei interrupted Steward Qi's words, and smiled embarrassedly.

"I'll prepare the car for you." Butler Qi turned around and took out his mobile phone to call the driver. "Immediately extend the limited-edition Lincoln that Young Master Sun newly purchased."

When Yan Feifei heard this, he waved his hand again and again. "No, no, just call a taxi for me."

Steward Qi smiled more kindly, ignored Feifei's words, and beckoned the maid to prepare food in the car. When you are hungry, you eat snacks, and even prepare desserts after meals.

Yan Feifei had a headache and was sent off by the servants of the Orlando family, sat in the super high-profile limited edition Lincoln Extension, and returned to his apartment.

Once again, poverty limits my imagination.

The life of a rich person is not something that ordinary people can think of.

Yan Feifei returned home, stepped out of the elevator, and saw a figure at the door of her house, sitting in the suitcase, tilting his head, and his younger brother Yan Kaikai, who was asleep against the wall.

"Kaikai, how are you sleeping here?" Yan Feifei shouted happily.

Yan Kaikai opened his eyes, and the childish handsome face looked at Yan Feifei in confusion, and then shouted with a happy face. "Sister, you're finally back."