Everyone talked and talked, and unconsciously talked about the owner of this house, what kind of person is he or she? Everyone regretted that they didn't ask the proprietress just now.

Speculation always brought doubts, and doubts kept expanding the speculation, and finally, when everyone was about to lose interest, the maid appeared silently.

"May I ask ......" Yun Yeyao couldn't help but stand up and ask the maid, but he didn't know how to call the maid's name, so he hesitated for a few minutes in the maid's puzzled eyes before continuing: "Sister Wang, can I call you that?" ”

"Okay, what's the matter?" Sister Wang asked.

"I want to say hello to the host here, because I don't thank you in person, and I always feel rude." Yun Yeyao said.

Sister Wang paused a little because of his words, and then she said: "This, I have already reported it to the master, the master said that there is no need to disturb her, you can live comfortably, she is a very withdrawn person, and generally does not interact with people." Even our butlers and maids are not allowed to disturb their masters unless there is an emergency. ”

"Uh...... Well, thank you, Sister Wang. Yun Yeyao sat back in his seat, this is really a strange master's house, maybe the owners of this old mansion are a little withdrawn. Although it is not good to speculate on other people's hearts, Yun Yeyao can't help but think about it out of habit.

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When the early morning sun has not left the shackles of night, I have already put on all the clothes, standing by the bed, maybe you can't imagine, such a big house, but my bedroom is only about ten square meters, the narrow room and corridor are just like my heart has always been, so lonely and narrow.

Yes, I was always so withdrawn and narrow-minded, like a princess who was not attached to the prince, and my heart was full of hatred for the prince, and the so-called love that had deteriorated.

Of course, my love is now only given to this house. It is the only thing that can accompany me forever and protect me, and I never thought that one day even the house would leave me. How could such a thing happen?

I opened the lock and opened the drawer, and the red notebook inside represented my ownership of the house and the cliff, as well as a large stack of documents, which my father had written before his death, and he insisted on changing the owner of the villa to my name when he was still in good health.

Although my family and I did not agree with this suggestion at the time, my stubborn father still handled this matter on his own, and he has always loved me, maybe I really shouldn't ......

Pulling back the curtains, I saw the snow outside, and the tip of the cliff had been piled up in a very thick layer, so thick that it fell down in large pieces, and I watched the white fall one after another, just as I watched the red rise many years ago.

The sun shone on the snow, dyeing her with a color I didn't like, and it reminded me of the accident many years ago, who was to blame for the tragic accident that made me miserable to this day. Do you blame the maid who was being held by me?

I think no one knows better than me whether the maid is innocent or not, but what can I do at that time? Severely reprimanding the poor woman, but my heart was trembling and bleeding, and if I hadn't said anything at that time, I think I would have fainted at once!

My father's charred body was covered with a white cloth, and I didn't dare to lift it for the last look, and I was ashamed of my cowardice, and I felt that the devil would always be attached to this house, to my fragile heart, and to make its rift grow bigger and bigger.

I stood on the edge of the bed, quietly thinking about the past, every day was like this, it took a long, long time after getting up to take the first step of the day, not that my legs and feet were particularly bad, but everything was always so heavy, so heavy that I didn't want to take a step out of my legs to face it.

What kind of breakfast did the maid prepare today? Is a cup of strong black coffee with a fried egg? That's all there is to it, the maid knows my habits. They also never waste food, because it is too difficult to go down the mountain once in weather like this.

My room is connected to the large living room outside, which leads directly to the front corridor and entrance of this villa, which I designed and renovated after my father left, and the original structure was much more complicated.

Now it was time to take a step, and all the hands that filled the room pointed to the same number, seven o'clock in the morning, when all the restaurants and kiosks outside were open, but I was sure they hadn't gotten up yet. As for why, that's my little secret.

It can also be said to be a special habit, I should go to check before they get up, maybe I can have a different breakfast, such as steaming noodles or rice cakes, which is something that will never be eaten in this family!

All right! It's time to go! Before everyone wakes up, and before that demon wakes up......