The man sat at the table with a silver knife and fork in his hand. His clothes were pressed neatly and neatly without any wrinkles. Although he was in his forties, he could see the shadow of his handso youth.
Slowly swallow the food in the mouth, that pair of precipitation of many things in the eyes let people look at it, feel endless force. Yadefu raised his eyes, and with the montum of a superior man, he slowly pointed to the maid on one side and said, "where is Miss?"
The maid saluted slightly, "Mr. Hui, the lady is still resting."
Adefovir frowned imperceptibly, and said in a voice that could not be heard, "where is Allen?"
The maid replied truthfully, "yesterday afternoon, miss lorney drove Allen away."
Yadev put down the tableware and said, "call her here."
"Yes, sir."
The maid, clutching her skirt in her hands, went up the mahogany steps, over a long carpet of Swan hair, and finally stopped in front of a bedroom, knocking carefully on the door with a pleasant, comfortable voice, "miss lonai, it's ti for you to get up. Sir is waiting for you below."
On the big bed in the middle of the bedroom, there is a trace on the soft sheet. The owner's arm extends out of the bed quilt. After a few seconds, he is still indifferent.
The maid standing outside the door waited for a while, without any impatience, but knocked on the door again, tirelessly.
Rao is a person who has a good sleep. He can't help such a toss. The master gets up impatiently, then gets out of bed and opens the door. With a pair of round eyes, he says, "Freya, I didn't explain that. Without my command, no one can co to disturb ?"
There was no change in the countenance of the maid, nad Floria, and said softly, "miss lorney, sir is waiting for you to co down."
Shen mubai, "..." Oh Huo.
She washed herself and got up.
The maid took out her clothes from the wardrobe and was ready to serve. Shen mubai refused, "you go out."
She really didn't like the feeling that she needed to be attended to, even though the body was only 12 years old. Well, to put it simply, there was still one month and eleven days left.
"He's annoying." Shen mubai complained with the system bitterly, "I'm just a child, how can he be so cruel."
"Do you dare to say it in front of him?" he said
Shen mubai, "... Dare not."
After breakfast, the middle-aged man was sitting under the table, apparently motionless.
Shen mubai walked over with a little trepidation, sat on the opposite side, and then glared with big eyes.
"Do you know what ti it is?" Yadeff looked at him, still without any tone, but the sense of oppression was pressing.
"Well, back to father, it's seven thirty-five in the morning." Shen mubai considered his words.
"Why drive Alan away." Yadev frowned. "If I rember correctly, this is the third one."
Shen mubai said, "he looks ugly, which will affect my mood for the day."
"You're 12 years old, you're not the age to be playful," he says
"Father, there is one month and eleven days left." She corrected.
In fact, Shen mubai wants to say, no, I'm still a child.
But she didn't dare, because the man in front of her was the leader of the Harleman family, a real big man, who owned innurable properties. The clean and the unclean were under his eyes.
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