"But you dare to celebrate Murong Chen's birthday...... There's no way I'm not careful. ”

Quan Mo stretched out his hand to hug her, his thin lips curled, and he laughed evilly, "So, during the time when my feet can't go down to the ground, An Ge...... You'll be happy. ”

He said as he patted her on the shoulder.

It would be fun to say anything.

But from his mouth, An Ge clearly heard the hidden meaning-

During this time when my feet could not go down to the ground, An Ge ...... You're dead!

Dead......

"Ha, haha." An Ge laughed miserably, "What the president said is that the little woman is a slave and a maid, and you must be able to recover as soon as possible." ”

"Good."

Quan Mo kissed her on the forehead, and his lips were cold.

Ange's heart...... It's cool too.

——★——★——★——★——

Day after day.

Quan Mo leaned on the bed and watched the financial news on TV, with gauze wrapped in one foot, a soft quilt covering his body, and a coffee cup in the other.

An Ge wore an apron and sleeve cover to mop the floor, sprayed a touch of mint perfume, so that the whole room was fragrant, and picked the freshest flowers from the flower garden and placed them in the room.

Makes the whole room pleasantly aromatic.

"Ango, coffee." Kwon Mo stared at the TV and handed out the empty cup.

"Yes, President."

An Ge went out with the cup, poured a steaming cup of coffee and came back, and offered it doggedly.

Quan Mo stretched out his hand and retracted it when he touched it, his voice indifferent, "It's too hot." ”

"I'll blow it for you." An Ge gently blew the coffee by hand, and handed it to him until it was suitable, smiling brighter than a sunflower, "President, please." ”

"I don't like to hear you call me president."

"Hello, young master."

"That's okay." Quan Mo turned on the aristocratic young master mode, his slender hand held the coffee cup, and pointed to his feet with one finger, "My leg hurts, press it." ”

"Yes, I'll massage you right away."

An Ge immediately walked to the end of the bed, lifted the quilt, and carefully rubbed his legs, tapping from time to time to ensure that he was comfortable to serve.

……

"I want to listen to songs."

When the financial news ended, Kwon Mo turned off the TV.

"Young master, do you want to listen to pure music, or listen to me singing?" An Ge smiled subserviently.

"A cappella."

"Yes, young master, you order a song."

……

"I've got fingernails." Listening to the melodious singing, Quan Mo began to be dissatisfied with the length of his nails again.

"Yes, young master, I'll cut it for you right away."

"You can't cut it all, you can't cut it all, you just need to leave 2 mm."

"Yes, young master."

……

"There is a backlog of documents, and my eyes hurt."

"Young master, I'll read it to you."

"Very good, read it, read it in the same tone you dubbed "The Queen Mother".

“…… Yes, young master. ”

……

"I need to go to the bathroom."

"Young master, I'll help you go right away." An Ge was so busy that he immediately lifted Quan Mo's noble body up from the bed and helped him into the bathroom.

"You just cut your fingernails and cut my hand, and now I can't move my hand and can't go to the toilet by myself."

“……”

“……”

"Young master, how can I destroy your body so that I don't leave a trace after I kill you?"

……

Every day, An Ge takes care of Quan Mo from head to toe, and Quan Mo is not polite to her at all, and he can call her, without ambiguity.

Walking out of the guest room, An Ge yawned heavily, walked to the kitchen with a cup, sat on a chair weakly, and beckoned to the maid, "Please pour me a cup of hot milk, the young master wants to drink it." ”