Don't mind, what does this mean? Are you going to send her back?

"Alas, she must be greasy at home with her boyfriend now, it's a little inappropriate for me to go home now, Mr. Ning, you can just put me on the side of the road."

She exuded loneliness, loneliness, and looked out the window melancholy.

Lying without changing color and heart beating is really cunning enough.

Ning Zhichen hooked his lips and exhaled a faint breath, "I have a property in front of me, if you don't mind, I lack a cook at home, including food and housing, with a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan, and you will soon be able to pay off the money you owe me." ”

Ling Yao was ecstatic in her heart, but she didn't show half a point on her face.

In this way, in the following days, in addition to going to work, Ling Yao worked part-time as a cook lady.

One person lives in a large house of more than 200 square meters, leisurely.

In order to uphold the fine tradition of the Chinese people, she is quite frugal with three meals a day, and there is not a drop of leftovers after the meal.

On Friday afternoon, Ling Yao sat at work, her heart already flying out of the clouds.

Thinking that the two sisters should get together on the weekend, when they first lived in the Evergrande Oasis, the two Nizi still wanted to come over and have a look, but because of Ning Zhichen's scruples, they pushed it off.

However, it has been nearly half a month since she moved into the house, and he has not shown up once.

Presumably he won't be so coincidental and will come back tomorrow.

The next morning, the sun shone through the light veil, and the only living person in the house was already dressed and went out with a hat.

There is also a supermarket in the community, but for her, a poor household, everything in it is a luxury.

Half an hour by bus, an hour of shopping, and nine o'clock when I came back.

Soon, there was a 'clang' sound in the kitchen, and when everything was ready, the last dish was out of the pot and the doorbell rang.

Ding Dong Ding Dong –

Two beautiful faces of youth and beauty appeared on the electronic screen, and Ling Yao opened the door excitedly.

"I'll let you taste my Miss Ling's cooking skills today."

Ronnie snorted, "I didn't eat breakfast, so I'm waiting for your meal." Oh my God, this porcelain seems to be the finale of last year's auction, and this ......"

After she finished speaking to Ling Yao, her gaze fell on the porcelain behind her.

"Keke, ignore her, let's go, try what I made."

Of the three of them, Ronnie's family is good. She is not satisfied, and she regards wealth as her life.

"Is that president really not coming back today?"

Ling Yao served her a bowl of rice, put it in front of her, her hands fell on her shoulders, her cheeks were against Zeng Keke's, and she said softly, "Don't worry, people are busy, this will not be where to fly." ”

"Ning Zhichen's mansion, I really want to take a few photos and sell them to the media, I can make a lot of money."

Ling Yao rolled her eyes, "If you want me to die, you can shoot it or sell it." ”

"It's not that serious, and besides, how could I push you so beautiful and so cute into the fire pit." ”

"Didn't you say you're hungry? This chef hasn't been cooking for a thousand years, so why don't you sit down quickly? ”

Zeng Keke and Ronnie glanced at each other, and both supported their foreheads, "It's sick again." ”

Ling Yao is such a person, occasionally secondary two, occasionally convulsions, the two of them are already commonplace.

Roni pointed to the floor-to-ceiling window behind her, starry eyes at Ling Yao and asked.

"I said, we haven't been in the hot springs together for a long time, so let's go after dinner."

Ling Yao was noncommittal, Zeng Keke was a little older, "Let's go out to play after dinner, after all, this is not Yaoyao's home." ”