Ginger tea tea is about to crack.

Thinking of her, although she is a daughter in name only in school, no matter how you say it, she lives with dignity and has her own little followers!

She also felt that she was not as good as a pet as a maid for him......

After Bian Jichen fastened the last button, his cool gaze still stayed on her, as if to see if she would be a little dissatisfied.

Jiang Cha Cha's anger was held back like this.

It's okay, she endures.

She didn't dare to show any negativity on her face, but continued to maintain her nuclear smile.

Jiang Chacha took his shirt off his head, and then put it in his arms, his voice was extremely gentle, "Okay, young master." ”

In fact, she scolded him countless times in her heart.

As soon as she turned around, she rolled her eyes and walked out of his bedroom.

She gently closed the door to make sure that it was tightly closed, and then she began to scold: "Bian Jichen, the dog boss, deceives people too much!" ”

After scolding, I was afraid that he would hear it, so I couldn't help but whisper.

…… Forget it, she is spineless and doesn't dare to confront him face to face.

Looking at the white shirt in his arms, Jiang Chacha looked depressed and wanted to throw it in the trash.

As soon as she threw it in, she suddenly thought of something, hurriedly turned it out, and patted the dust off it.

Even though he wore it, the shirt was clean and had a refreshing smell unique to a teenager.

With his identity, a casual shirt must be very expensive, not to mention whether she can sell it second-hand, Bian Jichen is the male protagonist in "Love Matters"!

In the Holy Sakura School, there are countless of his crazy fans.

A clean shirt he wore that they had to scramble to get their hands on?

Jiang Cha Cha suddenly thought of a way to make a fortune......

Even with it, she looked at the shirt in her arms, and it was pleasing to her eyes.

Bian Jichen finished tying his tie and just pushed open the door and walked out, when he found that Jiang Chacha on the opposite side was burying her face in his shirt that was about to be thrown away with an almost obsessed expression.

Jiang Chacha stiffened her head when she heard the sound of the door opening, she swallowed her saliva and raised her head slowly.

I saw that Bian Jichen was still maintaining the movement of opening the door with one hand, and he stood there, looking at her current movements coldly.

The look of the eye can be described as death.

The scene fell into an eerie silence.

Jiang Chacha remembered that it was necessary for her to come to the rescue, and she said unlovingly: "No... Young master, listen to my explanation. ”

Bian Jichen, who usually has no emotional fluctuations, frowned irrepressibly, and his voice was full of coldness: "You approached me like this, just for this?" ”

"......" ginger tea is indisputable.

Ahhhhh

The shirt in her hand now is not thrown, nor is it thrown away, Dou E is not wronged by her, she put on a mask of pain, "Young master, you listen to me......"

Bian Jichen's expression was so vivid and vivid for the first time, his expression was complicated, and finally he put down a sentence in disgust.

"Please respect yourself."

With that, he left.

All that was left in the hallway was the windless and messy ginger tea.

She wants to cry, she's really not a pervert!!

In fact, now is the time to eat work meals, and she sacrificed herself, but she ended up with this.

By the time she returned, there would have been no food for her.

She had no choice but to be alone in the corner and silently took out the instant noodles she had brought.

- It's still Laotan sauerkraut-flavored.

As soon as she squatted in the corner and ate a few bites, she saw the decently dressed Bian Jichen passing by her nobly, carrying a few books in his arms, and smelling this pungent smell, he glanced at her quietly.

Seeing that she was eating this greasy instant noodles, he hesitated for a moment.

She didn't dare to look up at him as if she had done something humble.

Bian Jichen quickly walked away.

Jiang Chacha whispered bb, she didn't really do that kind of thing, she was just misunderstood, so why should she be weak-hearted!!

She's a fart!

In the afternoon, Bian Jichen went to another small western-style building.

Jiang Chacha also recently learned that the original rich children's schedules are full all day long, and on Saturdays and Sundays during holidays, there are always different famous teachers who take turns to tutor them.

In the afternoon, she was bored doing odd jobs, thinking about when Bian Jichen would come back.

As time passed, it was dark outside.

It's the rainy season and the weather is always cloudy.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Jiang Chacha inquired that it turned out that Bian Jichen was on the way, accidentally suffered from heat stroke, and planned to rest there tonight, so he would not come back.

Hearing the news, Jiang Cha Cha was greatly disappointed.

This means that she can't catch him and brush up on the progress of her part-time job!!

However, as a member of Bian Jichen's woman, Jiang Chacha still cares about his body.

Knowing that he had a heat stroke, he was absent-minded for the rest of his work time.

By six o'clock, she could get off work as usual, but when she saw the servant who went to deliver dinner to Bian Jichen and came back with her things intact, she couldn't help but step forward and ask, "Young Master, don't you want to eat?" ”

The servant was helpless, "The young master said that he had no appetite and didn't want to eat." ”

Jiang Chacha just wanted to ask Aunt Zhang to make something light and send it over, but she found that Aunt Zhang had already gone home after cooking the dinner she should have made because of something at home.

She thought about it, and although it wasn't particularly delicious to cook by herself, it was still okay.

Although the student council still had something to deal with when she went back, she still resolutely walked into the kitchen.

The servant seemed to see her thoughts, and couldn't help but exhort, "I know you're new here, and you really want to show yourself. But I advise you not to toss, the young master said that he didn't want to eat, but he really didn't want to eat, and even if the lady came back, he couldn't be persuaded to do it. ”

Jiang Cha Cha thought that he had started to do it himself, and he didn't plan to stop.

She prepared a bowl of noodles that were boiled quite soft, and then prepared mung bean soup, put them in the insulated box one by one, and went to the small western-style building.

Because she was in a hurry to send her home, she didn't notice a large dark cloud pressing on the horizon when she went out, and when she was halfway there, a strong wind began to blow, which was still raindrops at first, and suddenly turned into a downpour.

This day, how did it start to rain again?

Jiang Chacha cursed the weather, and began to hug her head, and when she ran to the door of the small western-style building, her clothes were already wet.

The wind blew on her body, causing her goosebumps, and she hugged her arms and shivered with cold.

She shuddered for a moment, and found that there was no light in the windows of the small western-style building, and only the warm yellow light could be seen through the curtains in a room on the third floor.

Jiang Cha Cha rang the doorbell on the next floor first.

No one came to open the door, and there should be no servants.

She thought for a moment. Well, although Bian Jichen is so excessive, she still forgives him.

With that in mind, she stuck out her finger and rang the doorbell on the third floor.

It's cold.

The wind was getting stronger, especially when her clothes were wet, and the blow was even cooler on her skin.

Jiang Cha Cha felt that her lips were going to turn white.

Why hasn't anyone picked it up yet.

Jiang Chacha didn't get tired of it and rang the doorbell several times.

A few minutes passed, and Jiang Chacha felt that his hand holding the lunch box was almost unconscious.

She bit her lip and was about to press it again.

found that in the dark, the walkie-talkie finally emitted a sizzling electric sound, and then a clear human voice appeared.

The boy had just woken up, and there was a bit of impatience to be woken up in his hoarse voice, "...... Feed? ”

Jiang Chacha endured the coldness of her body, and her eyes instantly lit up, "Young Master!" ”

Hearing her voice, the other party instantly fell silent.

"Young Master, haven't you eaten? I've got you some ...... to eat."

Before Jiang Chacha finished speaking, the other party hung up the phone instantly.

For a moment, her heart was as cold as the rain outside.

The wind blew again, and she was so cold that she sneezed.

Jiang Cha Cha was embarrassed, and her hair was also drenched, which was sticking to her face. Seeing Bian Jichen treat her like this, her eyes were sour, then she sniffed strongly, smiled hard, and rang the doorbell again.

More than ten seconds later, the man's indifferent voice appeared on the intercom again.

"If you don't eat, you can go."

He added: "There is no need to use such means. ”

- Seduce him.

Bian Jichen didn't say the rest of the words, but Jiang Chacha also understood.

She heard him hang up again, snapping on the ground, as if it had been hit in the face.

She almost burst into tears.

What does he mean.

She cooked for him alive and dead, sent it in person in the rain, and suffered from the cold for so long, this is how he treated her.

Damn, her ginger tea is gone.

As soon as Bian Jichen returned to the bed, and within a few seconds of lying down, he heard the piercing doorbell again, which was so noisy that it seemed to be playing DJ on his eardrums.

He frowned, got up expressionlessly, this time he didn't even wear slippers, he came back and pressed the walkie-talkie, just about to sneer a few words.

As a result, the other party took the lead in scolding, and the girl's voice trembled, with a little fragile crying in anger, "Bian Jichen!" What's so great about you, Miss Ben is no longer serving! ”

After saying that, without giving him a moment to react, she snapped and hung up.

Bian Jichen looked at the walkie-talkie and was silent for a while.

He couldn't figure out what this woman was crazy about.

His eyes closed slightly, he rubbed it wearily, and when he saw that she was no longer ringing the doorbell, he turned around and lay back on the soft bed.

After lying down for a while, he opened his eyes and stared calmly at the ceiling.

He always felt that something was not right.

He had a heat stroke in the afternoon, and he didn't take any medicine, and he slept until now, and he didn't get better, he was woken up by the doorbell just now, and his head is still groggy now.

Realizing that his throat was a little thirsty, he got up and walked to the window to pour a glass of water.

As soon as he was halfway down, as if he heard something, his body stiffened visibly.

He pursed his lips and strode to the window, and with a thud, the curtain was pulled open.

The rain was pouring into view, and the raindrops pounded on the window violently, obscuring everything outside the window.

He didn't expect the bungalow to be so soundproof.

The head is so heavy.

Bian Jichen supported his forehead with his hand, locked his eyebrows, turned around again, turned on the LCD screen, and then called up the monitoring at the gate separately and enlarged it.

When he saw the thin girl who had been half drenched in maid costume ten minutes earlier, and was half squatting at the door, shivering.

…… He felt his head hurt even more.