Fu Qinghan's face darkened.

Sometimes he doesn't quite understand the little maid's brain circuitry.

Maybe that's the difference between artificial intelligence and humans.

He casually asked, "What about the sheep last night?" ”

"Baa is still sleeping."

Baa Baa ......

Even a name?

He paused as he flipped through the information.

"Mr. Fu, are you in the office?" Mianmian walked over and looked at the paper, "steamed lamb, braised lamb, roasted lamb......"

There was an eerie silence in the hall.

Mianmian stirred her fingers nervously, "Mr. Fu, are you going to cook my sheep?" ”

Fu Qinghan was silent and threw the printed recipe into the trash, "It's nothing." ”

Mama Zhang came out of the kitchen with an apron and smiled, "Young master, the ginger and garlic seasoning is ready, have you figured out whether it is steamed or boiled?" ”

Fu Qinghan: ......

Mianmian was pitiful, "Mr. Fu, I will take care of it and don't let it make trouble at home, don't cook it......"

"It's a hassle to have a pet, you have to bathe it, feed it, and dispose of its excrement. Jiang Mianmian, you can't even take care of yourself, can you take care of your pet? ”

"Yes!"

Mianmian nodded vigorously.

Fu Qinghan thought for a moment.

He was already troublesome enough to raise a little maid, and now he had to add another sheep......

But if you think about it, no matter how difficult it is to raise sheep, it is better than the little maid, right?

He relented.

In the afternoon, Fu Qinghan went to the company for a meeting.

Mianmian hummed a song and bathed Baa, and carefully dried its fur.

The bathed little sheep is fluffy and fluffy like a snowball, a small round ball, the curved little horns are very cute, the face is hidden in the curly fluff, and the little hooves are "bleating".

Mianmian fed it a bowl of milk, and saw that it was very well-behaved when she drank milk, so she sat at her desk and reviewed her homework.

Suddenly received a WeChat message on her mobile phone, she opened it, and it was Xue Xiaozhao's reminder: "Go and read Jiang Jingyue's Weibo!" ”

Mianmian poked Jiang Jingyue's Weibo, and the latest one is a photo of her wearing a cheerleading uniform and holding a colorful ball, which is very youthful and beautiful.

It's a very common Weibo, but the comments at the bottom blew up.

It turned out that someone put a photo in the comment area, which was just a photo of Mianmian dancing at the sports meeting, and the ruby Yingluo worn by Mianmian on her neck was deliberately circled with red thread.

[This is a ruby jewel of the Song Dynasty, worth eight figures, and was auctioned off by Mrs. Jiang 20 years ago. I remember that the goddess of Jingyue posted a picture some time ago and said that she donated it, why does it appear on your sister now? 】

[, could it be that the goddess of Jingyue is donating?! 】

[No, my goddess is so kind, how can she do such a thing as a fraudulent donation! ] There must be a misunderstanding in the middle]

[Kindness? This is what describes Jiang Jingyue?! I'm afraid I'm going to laugh to death upstairs! You still don't know what good things Jiang Jingyue has done in school! 】

[The people who eat melons seek popular science]

[Upstairs +1]

【……】

No matter how Weibo controls and bans comments, these comments are still endless.

After brushing for half an hour, Jiang Jingyue never replied positively.

She thought about it for a while, and replied to Xue Zhaodao:

"Zhaozhao, God will punish evil and promote good."

"Tsk, I'm afraid it's not God who punishes evil and promotes good, but the big guy in your family. Don't forget, who made you wear that ruby at yesterday's sports day. ”

Mianmian held the phone.

She's sluggish, but she's not stupid.

It was Mr. Fu who was helping her.

With a sweet heart, she took out a box of chocolates from a drawer.

The chocolates given to her by Uncle Ying and Zhang's mother are said to be very expensive, and she has not been willing to eat them until now.

She walked into Fu Qinghan's bedroom with chocolate in her arms and put it upright on the bed.

It was a gift she used to thank him.

She lay on the edge of the bed, staring at the chocolate for a long time, and suddenly became a little hungry.

When the box was opened, dozens of chocolate balls wrapped in tin foil were arranged in a heart shape, which was mellow and fragrant.

She hesitated, or would she taste the taste for Mr. Fu first?

Peel one open, the chocolate melts in the mouth, a shallow bitterness spreads between the lips and teeth, followed by a strong mellow aroma and sweetness; The liquor hidden inside quietly oozes out, and the aroma is rich and creamy.

Mianmian glanced at the box, there were many more, and it seemed okay for her to taste another one.

This one is cherry wine-flavored, and it tastes particularly good.

In order to prevent Mr. Fu from tooth decay, she decided to help him eat a few more.

……

At dusk, Fu Qinghan returned to the villa from the company.

Stepping into the bedroom, he narrowed his eyes.

The room was full of chocolate and wine.

The little maid fell drunk on his bed, her apricot eyes seemed to be enveloped in the rain and mist of Jiangnan, and her red and crystal little mouth was sweetly upturned, and she was so happy that she couldn't talk.

He looked at the empty carton and said coldly: "Jiang Mianmian." ”

Mian Mian slowly opened his eyes.

Facing the man's cold and cold face, she fluttered out of bed and stood in front of him.

"Mr. Fu......" She raised her tender little face, drunk and even stumbled to speak, "I, I want to give you, gift ......"

"You've eaten it up."

"No, oh......"

Mianmian carefully spread out her hands.

The last chocolate was held firmly in the palm of her hand.

It had been pinched flat, and the half-melted chocolate overflowed through the cracks in the tin foil and touched the white palm of the girl's white hand.

Slowly peel off the tin foil.

She handed the melted chocolate to the man's mouth, "Mr. Fu, open your mouth, ah......"

Fu Qinghan stared at her.

The little girl is white and soft, and her long curly hair like seaweed makes her slender and petite.

Apricot eyes reveal the innocence of the world, she really likes to eat chocolate, and even her eyes are so reluctant.

She endured it for about a long time before she stole the last chocolate.

The devil sent the gods, and he opened his mouth.

Mianmian smiled and shoved the chocolate into his mouth.

She's a little drunk.

With a swaying underfoot, she suddenly fell backwards!

Fu Qinghan subconsciously held her thin waist.

The world was spinning, and when he reacted, he had already pressed Mianmian against the bed.

The faces of the two were close at hand.

His body was tense, and the muscles between his arms propped up the sleeves of his shirt.

The smell of milk that suddenly hit the tip of his nose was particularly sweet and soft, and the smiling face of the girl under him coincided with the girl he hid on the tip of his heart.

A dryness. The fire flew up to his limbs, and he frowned, trying to suppress the secret desire.

was about to leave, but was hooked by the neck.

Mianmian leaned up and gently licked the corner of his mouth.

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