Jiang Shen wrote lightly.

"It's okay, it can only save me, I'm willing to give everything." Song Nianan said eagerly, in the past three years, night has fallen, and insomnia has made her too painful.

"In that case, you sign this agreement."

I don't know when, an agreement appeared in Jiang Shen's hands and was pushed in front of Song Nianan.

After Song Nianan looked at it carefully, he firmly dropped his name.

Immediately, the words on the paper seemed to be activated, emitting a golden light, automatically suspended in the air, and in Song Nian'an's surprised gaze, it kept tumbling, faster and faster, until a vortex was formed.

"Put your hand in." The boy bowed slightly.

Song Nianan hesitantly put his hand into the whirlpool.

There was an extra piece of coin-like in her hand, and she subconsciously clenched it.

"You can get your hands out." The boy prompted.

Song Nian'an retracted his hand, and the whirlpool disappeared, with an extra chain in his hand, and the pendant was a bronze coin, carved with delicate and mysterious words on one side, and a cluster of lifelike roses on the other.

Song Nianan raised his head and looked at him silently and suspiciously.

"Put it on."

Song Nianan hung it around his neck.

The lines of the chain are neither long nor short, and the coin falls right in the center above the collarbone, sinking into the body, leaving a black-red dot.

She touched and touched in surprise, blinking at the boy.

"That way, you won't lose it." The young man got up, took the costume from nowhere in his hand, and threw it in front of Song Nian'an.

"From today onwards, you can call me sir, be in charge of my daily life, be loyal to me, and not betray, here, you will get what you want." The young man's figure was slightly weak in Song Nian'an's eyes.

"Okay." Song Nianan hurriedly hugged his clothes, and after answering, he went back to the room to change his clothes.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Song Nianan was a little speechless.

Sir shouldn't have any special fetishes, shouldn't there be!

She clenched her hands into fists, took a deep breath, opened the bedroom door, moved in small steps, and stopped in front of Jiang Shen.

"It's a good fit for you." The girl is petite and cute, with a maid outfit of the cat department just right, white lace on a black background, wearing cat ears and cat tail, very exquisite.

"Thank you." Song Nian'an was full of shame.

"Take care of my hair." He took out a haircut set from the drawer and placed it in front of Song Nian'an.

"I ...... I'm not very good at ......" Song Nianan looked at Jiang Shen's face, and then looked at the tools on the table, it looked very complete, but she would only use that very strange pair of scissors.

"It's okay, just cut your hair off." The young man frowned, picked up a handful of hair ends, looked at it, and was very disgusted.

He doesn't bother to take care of it when no one is around.

Now, however, he finally has someone to call on.

"Sir, you'll have to wash your hair first."

Song Nianan didn't know how Mr. cleaned his body before, in short, the other party didn't use water.

There were some things she didn't dare to ask too much about, and she didn't want to know too much.

Song Nianan washed his head, and according to the impression of the barber's posture, he gave Jiang Shen a fairly acceptable haircut, of course, thanks to the other party's perfect face to support it.

"Well, you're kind of satisfying me." The young man was very satisfied, and his lips were red and his teeth were white when he smiled.

"What do people on the outside generally do?" The teenager was curious.

Before the servant came, he could only look outside through this ledge.

Now, he can go to any corner of the villa.

"Embrace nature." The warm sunlight fell on the floor through the windowsill, Song Nianan tilted his head and thought about it, and replied.

"Nature?" Everything that is alive is what he resists.

Creatures yearn for life, and he, on the contrary, has been in this square inch for hundreds of years, and what he dislikes the most is vitality.

"Yes, for example, right now, the sun is just right, and everyone likes to bask in the sun and chat." Song Nian'an's mood was no longer as restrained as before, and he gradually relaxed.

Xu is because of the kindness of the other party.

"But what if the sun hurts me?" The boy frowned, he walked to the window, and tentatively stretched out his hand, his already fair complexion even more dazzling in the sun.

He asked as he withdrew his hand, turned his head to his maid, and asked.

"Does it hurt?" Song Nianan was stunned and asked subconsciously.

A smile tugged at the boy's lips, "It doesn't hurt." ”

"Shall we go in the sun, then?" The gentleman in front of him made Song Nianan think that he might have a psychological illness.

Even if he smiled at her now, she couldn't get close to her at all except for a sigh of relief.

This is the master, it is the sir, she wants to be loyal!

She began to learn to brainwash.

"No, I'm a little hungry." His longing gaze came to her.

Song Nianan said he understood.

She exited the study and went to the kitchen on the first floor, where fresh vegetables and meats were kept, as well as fruits.

It was like it had just been delivered on the same day.

Song Nianan is from a remote town, his parents died when he was a child, and all kinds of common sense in life are not good, these skills, as if they were set, are destined to be a maid for others.

However, every time she thought about it, her brain buzzed.

She seemed to have forgotten something important, and the more she tried to think about it, the more her brain hurt.

The sound of chopping and washing vegetables in the kitchen, the sound of a thunderbolt.

Song Nianan was busy.

The young man in the study, after Song Nian'an left, took out his hand behind his back, and it was smoking, which was a little ugly.

His other hand wrapped around that index finger, and when he released it, it was intact.

"Sir, the meal is ready." There was a knock on the study door.

In the living room, there is a long table with flowers on it, and wind chimes hang from the ceiling under crystal lamps, which occasionally make a crisp and pleasant sound.

"You can sit down together, too." The young man held his chopsticks and said to the girl who was still standing.

Song Nianan quickly sat down.

The other party didn't say what he liked to eat, so Song Nianan paid special attention to which dish the other party's chopsticks would stay on longer.

However, he only clamped once per plate, and did not show any special expression on his face.

"It turns out that this is human food." His tone was as if his curiosity had been satisfied.

"Sir, don't you want to eat any more?" Song Nianan looked at his weak body with some concern, no wonder he was so thin.

"Give me a glass of warm milk, please." The boy did not reply to her words, but made another request.

"Wait a minute." Song Nianan got up quickly, poured a glass in the kitchen, and brought it over.

"Thank you." The boy lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling slightly.

No matter how many times he watched it, Song Nianan couldn't help but sigh, he was so handsome!

She used to boast of her beauty, but in front of her husband, there was no comparison at all.

Mr. never stepped out of the villa, only in the living room, study and bedroom, and the requirements were reasonable, not difficult.

Song Nian'an was quite relaxed.

Since arriving at the villa, she has slept soundly every night, which is what she wants, and she is now very satisfied.

A good night's sleep makes people feel refreshed and radiant, and somehow, Song Nianan sometimes feels more beautiful when he comes out of the bathroom after bathing and looks in the mirror.

I guess my brain is in water.

This is the thought after the stinky beauty is finished.

Song Nianan repeats this life every day, but he doesn't know that the nine catties in the space are so anxious that he jumps to his feet.

Can't contact the host, so angry!

It's so angry to watch the host become a person with another identity, serving others to eat, drink, and Lazar!

Although that person is the male protagonist.

O host it worships!

It must wake her up, and the person who enters this dream will have a glimmer of life!

The male protagonist must not have anything to do, and he must not be immersed here!

Newcomers came to the villa.

Mr. said that the plants in the garden need a gardener.

One came that afternoon

Zhang Liwang.

A well-known florist in X City, who runs a flower shop.

The gentleman also said that this huge villa needed a butler.

So in the afternoon of the same day, an interview with the housekeeper came.

Lin Hanhai.

They found the villa unhindered.

"This is your place to live." At the back of the villa, there was a small building, and Song Nianan led them over and returned to the villa.

"Aren't you going out for a walk today, sir?" She sorts the books and sorts them back on the shelves.

The boy quickly returned his gaze to the book as she turned her head.

He opened the curtains and took a look.

"It's too bright." Jiang Shen frowned and closed the curtain.

The cat-based maid costume on the girl's body has been replaced by a more dignified bellflower lace skirt.

Ying Ying's small waist made Jiang Shen's eyes glue there for a while.

It's beautiful.

Girls look good in whatever they wear, and they all fit well.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Song Nianan returned to the room, lying on the big and soft bed, rubbing the soft and fragrant cushion back, and after a while, he fell asleep deeply.

Lin Hanhai was called into the study by Jiang Shen and talked for half an hour, and after coming out, Lin Hanhai's expression was delicate.

Nine catties tried again to make contact with the sleeping host.

However, it is still inaccessible, and the host's surroundings are blocked by a layer of things, and it only has a chance if there is a crack in this layer.

"Sir, do you have anything you would like to eat today?" Song Nian'an worries about what Mr. eats today.

Sir, can you eat a little more.

"Do you have a special recommendation?" The young man was rarely interested in this, and Song Nianan nodded hurriedly.

After getting along these days, Song Nianan has a little understanding of the person in front of him.

Don't look at the other party's tender looks, they look negotiable.

In fact, the other party is extremely polite to the other party, even if she is his maid, he is her husband.

In terms of etiquette, I can't find a trace of inappropriateness at all, and his every move is elegant like a rich child in an oil painting.

The style of the whole body is even more noble.

"What flavor does the gentleman prefer?" Song Nianan asked.

"So what does Miss Song like to eat the most?" Jiang Shen didn't answer the question, his dark eyes were full of Song Nian'an's surprised appearance.