"Princess, don't be angry, Mr.
Joseny, he only helped the wild girl for the sake of the Mu family's face, definitely not because he felt sorry for the wild girl, I dare to guarantee, Mr.
Joseny, the only person he loves is the princess."
Hearing the sweet words of the Filipino maid, Kerry was indeed a lot of anger.
She let go of the Filipino maid, picked up the square towel and wiped her fingers, then threw the square towel to the Filipino maid behind her.
"Hmph, if he really had any thoughts on that wild girl, I would have cut the meat and boneless, and fed it to the dogs," said Kerry as he walked away.
"Yes, yes, princess," the Filipino maid took the scarf and followed behind Kerry, her eyebrows lowered and agreed.
The night is quiet, and people are not sleeping.
In the silence and peace, the silvery moonlight sprinkled on the earth, and the fragrance of night filled the air.
In the haze, the grass and trees outside the floor-to-ceiling glass windows are not as realistic as in the daytime.
Some of them are vague, some are vague.
It's like spending countless nights of light, giving people a dreamlike feeling.
Joseny stood outside the floor-to-ceiling window, looking out at the dark night scene ahead, his eyes were endlessly blurred.
There were countless cigarette butts at his feet, and he was so decadent that it was sad.
But he wasn't surprised by that.
Because he's used to it.
I don't know when it was hard for him to sleep as long as he didn't smoke, as long as he didn't get drunk.
Think about it.
It seems that this symptom appeared three months ago, and it has not improved in the slightest until now.
"Knock knock."
Suddenly, there were several knocks at the door, breaking the bottomless silence.
"Come in."
He replied indifferently, almost without looking at it, he knew that it was the waiter who had come to deliver the wine.
There was a "click", and soon the door opened, and a woman in a white service dress walked in with several bottles of foreign wine.
The woman took advantage of the dim light of the room to place the tray in her hand on the tea table.
But instead of leaving at once, she walked to the door and closed the door.
The sudden sound of the door closing made Mu Jiang frown.
He put the cigarette in his hand on the ashtray and rubbed it out, and was about to turn his head to look behind him, when suddenly a soft body hugged him tightly from behind.
He paused, and his face instantly turned cold.
He thought it was the shameless waiter who came up to entangle, so he directly pretended to be the woman's hand and pushed the woman back forcefully without the slightest hesitation.
"Uh."
His strength was so great that the woman was pushed to the ground by him uncontrollably, letting out a wail of grievance. ", I don't need that kind of service," he looked down at the woman and roared, but when he saw who the woman was, his originally angry gaze suddenly became complicated and diverse.
He found out that the woman turned out to be Mu Jinjin.
She was wearing a white waiter's skirt at the moment, sitting on the ground and looking at him with watery eyes, looking pitiful.
"How could it be you," he asked, reaching out and wrapping her arms around her, ruffling the folds of her dress.
Mu Jinjin didn't answer, shook off his busy hand and broke into his arms directly, a pair of small hands hugged his waist tightly, and his face was buried deep in his arms, looking like a sticky little goblin.
After knowing that it was her, he was reluctant to push her away again, but let her hold her.
Before he knew it, he and her had been separated for more than three months. oshow7 t1706231537: