Chapter 1248: The daughter of the maid VS the chaebol III 3

Chapter 1248: The daughter of the maid VS the chaebol III 3

Shu Ange struggled to maintain a smile on his face, the villain in his heart had already started punching and kicking Si Yunting. He's so handsome, he's just not slapped in the face.

Si Yunting wiped his hands and lips with a disposable tissue and left, Shu Ange worked hard to clean up the dining table.

After cleaning up, she leaned on the kitchen counter to eat, although not as rich as Si Yunting, but the taste was not bad.

The food made people feel better. Shu Ange looked at the emerald green branches and delicate flowers swaying outside the window, and lightly tapped his toes on the floor.

Jingle bell, the electric bell in the kitchen suddenly rang.

Singer Shu An was stunned with chopsticks, and suddenly remembered that the booklet given by Butler Ruan had explained it, and this was the signal that Si Yunting was looking for her.

When I saw this sentence at that time, Shu Ange also complained, is she a dog without her own name, should she ring the bell for the summons?

Complaining was complaining, she still put down the tableware and chopsticks, and rushed upstairs like a whirlwind.

Si Yunting, who was supposed to be resting in the bedroom, stood in the corridor with a gloomy expression.

Shu Ange guarded his feet two meters away from him, and asked with a smile, "Young Master Yun, what is your order?"

"The room wasn't cleaned, the floor, the room, the counters, the lamps—everything wasn't cleaned."

Si Yunting's expressionless expression was very scary, Shu Ange took a slow breath, and tried to explain in a gentle tone: "Young Master Yun, I mopped the floor three times, and used dry and wet rags with non-irritating rags everywhere. Sex-smelling disinfectant washed five times."

After listening to Shu Ange's words, Si Yunting opened the door, took a medical test strip from the shelf, and wiped it on the table.

Then Si Yunting turned to look at Shu Ange indifferently, and turned the dirty side of the medical test strip in his hand towards her.

"Is this what you call clean?"

There was no bullying in his tone, Shu Ange resisted the urge to howl, folded his hands on his chest, and bowed slightly to apologize: "I'm sorry Young Master Yun, I will clean it carefully and thoroughly clean the room."

Si Yunting threw the medical test strip directly on the ground, glanced at Shu Ange, and said meanly, "As a servant, if you can't even clean up well, there should be no need to leave it behind."

"Feel sorry."

Shu Ange didn't dare to look up. She was afraid to look up and see Si Yunting's mean face, so she couldn't help rolling up her sleeves and fighting him.

Si Yunting went downstairs, Shu Ange picked up the test paper that he had thrown on the ground, his face was red and green and he was about to open the dyeing workshop.

"Procrastinate, what's the big deal."

Shu Ange took the mirror-like floor as Si Yunting's face, and dragged it fiercely.

She had never seen anyone who took medical test strips to see if a room was clean, and she was outrageously critical.

In order not to be fired, Shu Ange worked hard for a day and finally cleaned up the house.

Dinner took the light route as usual. After Si Yunting finished eating, Shu Ange leaned on the cupboard to eat. Tired from fighting with his upper and lower eyelids, he could fall asleep at any time.

Until the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground with a "click", Shu Ange shook his head vigorously, yawned and picked up the chopsticks from the ground, closed his eyes and ran the tap at the tap, and continued to pick them up and use them.

After the meal, Shu Ange's hard labor was not over yet. She wanted to clean Si Yunting's office after nine o'clock, because at this time he would finish his work on time.

After only staying at the Si's house for a day, Shu Ange realized a very profound truth. If a person has a bad temper, even if the beauty is prosperous, she will have the urge to beat others.

After all the work was done, it was already 12:30 in the morning. Shu Ange simply took a shower, wiped it dry, lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt indiscriminately and fell asleep.

Even sleeping, she didn't sleep very well. In her dreams, she was doing all kinds of housework. She was so tired that Shu An's eyes flashed with gold stars, and her legs and feet were almost abolished.

The next day, Shu Ange woke up to the high-pitched alarm clock. She reached out and pressed the alarm clock, staring out the window like sleepwalking.

A new day of hard labor is about to begin. She needs to get up at 5:30 on time, wash up and make breakfast for Si Yunting.

Is this still life?

Shu Ange floated to the bathroom like a wandering soul, and looked up at his pale and bloodless face in the mirror. Fortunately, the original owner's skin was good, and there were no dark circles under his eyes.

Because Si Yunting didn't like maids' makeup, Shu Ange didn't even apply any skin care products just to be on the safe side.

A busy day has begun. Shu Ange not only cleaned up today, but also climbed up and down the trimmed flowers and trees in the garden.

What was even more irritating was that her tired waist was about to break. Si Yunting stood on the balcony on the second floor and looked at her indifferently, with a thin lips: "Don't bring dust from outside into the villa."

The sun was shining on his body, Shu Ange was sweating like rain, wearing a sun hat on his head, looking up at Si Yunting, his handsome face was covered with a golden halo under the sun, like a demon falling from the sky!

"Okay, Young Master Yun, I won't bring dust into the room."

After giving Shu Ange a cold look, Si Yunting turned around and went back to the room.

"Has no one taught Si Yunting how to speak well? Or maybe he is paralyzed and can't laugh at all?"

Shu Ange frowned and looked at the direction of the balcony. After sighing, he continued to prune the excess branches of the shrub.

After another hard day, Shu Ange was lying on the bed, feeling that her limbs were about to be smashed into slag, she stared at the ceiling absentmindedly to cheer herself up: "For the sake of Mom and Dad, hold on!"

The days of being a maid were long, arduous and unbearable. The only thing that could comfort Shu Ange was that she passed Si Yunting's rigorous probationary test.

This has given Shu Ange, who has been following the line of academic dominance, a further understanding of her potential. As long as she is pushed to a desperate situation, she can also perform decathlons!

Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, Shu Ange had been working as a maid for nearly a week. She was happy that she did housework more and more smoothly, and Si Yunting had fewer and fewer places to pick out faults.

The tragedy is that Shu Ange, who is responsible for solving the psychological problems for Si Yunting, has not made any progress in the treatment plan.

On a sunny Saturday, Shu Ange was watering the flowers when a car horn suddenly honked outside the door. She turned to look and saw a luxurious Rolls-Royce Phantom parked in front of the gate of the villa.

The security stopped someone and called Si Yunting. Shu Ange pricked up his ears and tried his best to listen.

"Young Master Yun, Second Young Master is here to see you."

Second Young Master?

Shu Ange secretly looked out of the corner of his eyes at the person who came out of the car door.

Leather shoes, long legs, haute couture suits, a tall and straight waist, a slender neck, a high nose bridge, and stylish sunglasses.