Han Xiuxiu immediately ran back to her room to pack her things, for fear that Xia Houlin was playing tricks on her.
Fortunately, after she went downstairs out of breath, she saw Xia Houlin sitting in the car leisurely listening to music.
"Are you really waiting for me?" Han Xiuxiu said bluntly.
"It's agreed that I will wait for you, and you will naturally." Zhao Miaomiao started the car and drove to the northern suburbs of the city.
Along the way, the two didn't talk until the car stopped at the destination.
Han Xiuxiu got off the car and looked at the elegant and classic villa with both envy and admiration from the bottom of her heart.
The male protagonist is indeed the male protagonist, and he was able to buy a single-family villa in less than a year.
Zhao Miaomiao opened the door with a key, and the items inside were covered with a white cloth, and the dust floated in the air as the two walked.
"The dust here is too heavy. You should clean it up as soon as possible. By the way, your room is over there." Zhao Miaomiao pointed to a small room on the first floor.
"Okay." As long as you can stay here.
The two signed a contract, and Han Xiuxiu became the cleaning lady here.
Han Xiuxiu got along with Xia Houlin for a few days, and found that he was indeed not as hostile towards her as before.
Han Xiuxiu kept her own job and stayed in the villa for three months.
She found that Xia Houlin lived a very regular life, working every day, resting after work, no entertainment, and living like an old man.
One day, Han Xiuxiu calculated the time and cooked a large table of dishes, waiting for Xia Houlin to come home for dinner.
But Xia Houlin didn't come back until eight o'clock.
She called Xia Houlin, but no one answered the phone.
Until midnight, Han Xiuxiu heard a noise coming from the door. She saw Xia Houlin's shirt was a little messy, and she was standing at the entrance changing shoes with reddish cheeks.
Han Xiuxiu froze for a moment, and stepped forward to help him change his shoes.
"Why did you come back so late?" She was used to Xia Houlin coming home on time every day, and suddenly she was so late that she was a little panicked.
She has been thinking about this matter in her heart, and she has been absent-minded all night.
Zhao Miaomiao didn't speak, put on her slippers and left.
When the two passed by, Han Xiuxiu saw a few red marks on Xia Houlin's slightly open neckline, and his body was mixed with the smell of wine and rich perfume.
Han Xiuxiu frowned and followed behind Zhao Miaomiao.
Zhao Miaomiao paused, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't follow me, you can rest."
Han Xiuxiu stopped in place, looked at the man's back, and suddenly felt a sense of desolation so far away.
In the past three months, Xia Houlin's attitude was very easy-going, and she was very polite to her, which made her feel like she was the hostess of this family.
She stays in the villa every day, buys vegetables, washes clothes and cooks. When she is not busy, she can sit where Xia Houlin usually stays, watch TV and eat some fruit. Her life is very comfortable.
Today's late return broke this sense of tranquility, and the traces on Xia Houlin's body gave her a strange emotion.
She seemed to be the main wife who was waiting for her husband to come home, and suddenly saw traces of a woman on her husband.
Thunderbolt from the blue sky, at a loss, and confused.
Zhao Miaomiao returned to her room, took off her clothes and took a shower to wash off the smell on her body.
As for the mark on the chest, he scratched it himself, and it will heal in a few days.
Early the next morning, Han Xiuxiu prepared millet porridge to nourish the stomach, and waited for Xia Houlin to come down. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com