Chapter 9: The Maid Yuya

After waiting for less than ten minutes, a girl with big eyes and a round face appeared above the stairs of the living room.

She wore light makeup, and her lips were red, as if she had put on lipstick, and as if she had just wiped off her lipstick. Except for makeup, she looks gentle and very cute overall, at most she is not more than twenty-four or five years old.

He wore a loose-fitting long-sleeved blouse, a thin thread-knit cardigan with buttons that reached his neck, making him look airtight.

Maybe it's because of physical discomfort, otherwise no one would have buttoned all the cardigan buttons on such a hot day.

Underneath the cardigan is a long black pleated skirt that reaches the instep, which is the best way to hide the thicker leg lines.

Seeing her come down, the three men quickly withdrew their attention from a certain point, and their heads turned in the direction of the girl at the same time.

Walking in front of the guest, the girl lowered her head and greeted gently: "You, hello, I am the maid of this family, my name is Yuya." ”

The voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, but Yun Yeyao's eyes flickered as if he had discovered something.

As soon as he wanted to say something, he was stopped by Mo Haiyou's knife-like eyes, and Mo Haiyou seemed to warn him, and secretly poked the back of Yun Yeyao's hand with his fingers.

Receiving the hint of 'Xiao Zuo', Yun Yeyao had no choice but to hold back the words that were about to be spoken, and waited silently for Xie Yunmeng to speak.

Xie Yunmeng stood up, he has been dealing with all kinds of people all year round because of his work, so he always takes on polite work.

"Hello, we were invited by the former owner of this villa to come here for the 'League of Terrorists' party."

"Oh." The maid only answered vaguely, and did not mean to say more.

Xie Yunmeng had no choice but to continue: "My name is Xie Yunmeng, this Jia Yun Yeyao here, you may have seen him, right?" ”

Sitting down, Xie Yunmeng pointed to Yun Yeyao and said. The maid looked very shy, she didn't lift her head all the time, and when she looked up slightly, she glanced upwards and shook her head to show that she didn't recognize it.

Her behavior seemed to be strange as if she didn't want people to see her face clearly.

Moreover, like the hostess, she wore a pair of thick-soled bamboo slippers of about the same size.

After Xie Yunmeng briefly introduced everyone's names, the maid bowed and said, "I hope you can have fun, and if you have anything, you can call me at any time." ”

After speaking, without waiting for the three people in front of him to speak, he left in a hurry.

Yun Ye watched the back of the maid named Yuya from afar, and her expression seemed to be thinking about something, but she didn't mean to speak again.

Something strange happens when the maid walks up the stairs of the living room to an oil painting of a demon pinned to a spear by a headless horseman......

The two decorative doors on the base of the cuckoo table clock popped open without warning, making a loud noise.

The maid Yuya was so frightened that she screamed so hard that she even collapsed to the ground at once, as if something terrible was about to happen.

The three men on the couch immediately stood up and rushed up the living room stairs together, all of them reacting quickly.

Rushing up the stairs, Mo Haiyou was the first to rush to the front of the table clock and leaned down to look.

The other two people obviously had some intention of letting him go first, and they didn't scramble to run to the front, but gathered around Mo Haiyou to observe.

At this moment, the attention of the three men was all focused on the mechanical room under the clock, and none of them looked at the frightened maid, nor did any of them help her.

Behind the three people who couldn't see it, the maid's expression was changing, her face was red and white, her eyes were staring at the three men in front of her, and there was a dangerous light in her pupils that shouldn't have appeared.

It was a pair of large, jet-black eyes with slightly downward eyes, beautiful and charming, not at all like the quiet appearance when the eyebrows were lowered just now.