Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Ah Wan rolled up his sleeves and joined the ranks of catching chickens.

Deputy Director Zhao didn't dare to be careless. He took a big horn and went to instruct the chicken to catch the rooster!

"You stand on the side of the first machine."

"Your second machine."

"Enclose it!"

"Quick, catch!"

The deputy director spoke, a few male assistants and Ah Wan swarmed around and forced the chicken into the encirclement circle. Ah Wan seized the opportunity and quickly used the grappling hand. Between the sparks and stones, the chicken rose from the ground and soared into the sky. : "Gluck giggled..."

After a flutter, I saw the chicken leaping straight in one direction, and Ah Wan looked intently.

Fuck!

Deputy Director Zhao slapped his head and it was over.

I saw the miscellaneous rooster landed on the shoulders of the big director who was ill on the couch, and the audience was silent. Then, only a chuckle was heard, and the chicken feces was flying down, and it would not fall.

Jiang Zhi was completely stupid, his face was pale.

It was quiet all around, and a needle could be heard. Ah Wan was holding back, not daring to pant, and moved forward carefully: "Shao Jiang."

Like whispering, Ah Wansheng was afraid of disturbing the chicken and the chicken **** that was about to fall.

Jiang Zhi lay, stiff all over: "Quick, get out."

The sound was trembling.

Ah Wan was afraid that he would pass away if he couldn't get up in one breath. This young master was very delicate and he knew how serious his love for cleanliness was.

"Don't move." Ah Wan said solemnly, "Don't move, the chicken **** will fall."

"..."

Jiang Zhi's white face turned black: "Then what the **** do you want me to do?" His face was distorted with anger.

Ah Wan didn't know what was going on. After hesitating for a long time, he took a short step forward, stretched out his hand, and hasn't reached it yet, suddenly—

A feather fell on Deputy Director Zhao's face and his nose was itchy.

"Snee!"

Almost at the same time, the miscellaneous rooster flapped its wings and jumped up.

"Gluck!"

There was a black thing in the chicken feathers all over the sky, and it slammed directly on Jiang Zhi's gray sweater. He froze completely and closed his eyes subconsciously.

"Oh!"

A gust of wind suddenly passed, curling up and down with chicken feathers, no one noticed, where did the man in linen come out, with her face and head wrapped, she saw her whole body pressing up towards the director, then Tuo of chicken **** immediately fell on her linen clothes.

"Ok!"

Jiang Zhi groaned under the pressure of gravity, opened his eyes suddenly, and faced a pair of translucent eyes, like the endless night, dark and dark, without waves.

Zhou Xufang.

As Qiao Nanchu said, this girl was called Zhou Xufang, with a weird name, a weird person, weirdly lying on him, causing his heart to be beating weirdly.

Inexplicably, he swallowed, his throat was hot, and his entire face was red: "You, you...cough cough cough cough cough..."

His throat was blocked with a breath, and his eyes were red with a cough.

Zhou Xufang lay on his stomach and blinked.

He yelled at her: "You get up!"

Oh.

She got up from him, because Jiang Zhi took off his jacket while filming the blasting scene, and the gray sweater inside was caught by her linen costume, revealing a white waist, and her fingers inadvertently passed.

So slippery.

Zhou Xufang looked at the waist, but unfortunately, I didn’t see it. The owner of the waist almost pulled the sweater off and covered the waist. Then he lifted a blanket, covered it firmly, and sat up in one go. , Coughing desperately, covering her mouth.

Cough piercing!

So delicate, Zhou Xufang thought for a while and asked, "Are you doing anything?"

With her face wrapped, she showed a pair of Danfeng eyes. Those eyes were clearly cold and clear, but Jiang Zhi's heart was hot. He suppressed the itching of his throat and gasped: "You, you stay away from me!"

Stuttered again.

Jiang Zhi clenched his fist and made his whole body hot.

She took five steps back.

Ah Wan stepped forward at this time and asked, "Young Master Jiang, how are you?" His face was so red, his ears were red, and his collarbone was red, something was wrong.

Jiang Zhi supported the recliner with one hand, with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and was unable to speak because of panting, "What do you think?"

Ah Wan thinks that the employer is really delicate and expensive, so he thoughtfully said: "You seem to be crushed, do you want me to call Dr. Xue over for you?"

Jiang Zhi licked his teeth, pulled his jacket and put it on: "You **** **** me!" He lifted his eyes and stared at the guy with his face, "All away!"

Fang Ideal hurried over and pulled Zhou Xufang away. Deputy Director Zhao didn't dare to scream and motioned everyone to retreat with his eyes.

However, Ah Wan didn't dare to really get out, and followed.

"I seem to be in trouble again." Zhou Xufang glanced at the rooster that was still fluttering, frowning tightly.

Fang Ideal comforted her: "Don't blame you, it's all the chicken's fault."

She drooped her eyelids: "I gave that chicken."

Fang Ideal: "..."

What's going on, the more I look at it, the more I feel Zhou Xufang is cold and cute.

In the director’s lounge, there is a bathroom.

It took more than half an hour for Jiang Zhi to come out. The water temperature was too high, and his skin was already white and red from steam.

Ah Wan was at the door: "Shao Jiang."

"Get in."

A Wan went in fearfully, lowered his head, and silently laid down his clothes, intending to flash people.

"Lin is late."

"..."

Can you stop calling that name! He also has the dignity of a man, Ah Wan raised his head: "You order."

Jiang Zhi was wearing a soft white bathrobe with a loose neckline. His hair had not yet been wiped off. The water droplets slid down the profile of his face and into the collar: "Go and kill the chicken."

"Oh."

Ah Wan glanced at the employer's neckline secretly. What kind of fairy clavicle was that? A big man was so icy, it's better to be rough.

Jiang Zhi rubbed a handful of hair with a towel, "Not going out yet?"

"Oh." Ah Wan walked to the door, still unable to hold back, turned around, "Young Master Jiang, I have one discovery."

"Say."

Ah Wan said: "I think the one with the film is fancy of your beauty."

"Where did you see it?" Jiang Zhi pulled the bathrobe and sniffed, always feeling that there was still a smell. He repeatedly wiped his neck with a towel disgustingly, and that piece of skin was heated by him.

Ah Wan’s reason was: "She blocked you from chicken shit." This is definitely true love!

Jiang Zhi stopped and raised his eyelids: "Stop mentioning that word."

Can't mention chicken now.

Ah Wan changed her words wittily: "She blocked you from shit."

Just after speaking, a milk can dazzled him.

"..."

Working part-time is not easy.

Ah Wan rubbed his head and walked back silently, sweeping the corner of his eye onto the table, eh? Didn’t you dislike the smell of chicken **** in that box of milk? Why did you open the box?

The heart of the employer, the needle on the bottom of the sea!

At eight o'clock in the evening, the floating Curie played the orchestra. There are many ecstasy caves in this imperial capital, most of which are extravagant, unlike this floating residence, which is very elegant.

The murals of plum, orchid, chrysanthemum and bamboo are exquisitely painted. Before the painting, there is a pair of men and women in bright clothes.

The woman leaned against the wall softly, smiling amorously: "Little second master."

The corners of the man's mouth twitched, displeased: "The second master is the second master, what a little second master."

There is more than one second master in the imperial capital, but among the frequent visitors of this floating residence is the second master, the second master of the Xue family.

Xue Baoyi’s father is the second child in the family. This Xue Erye is his father. Xue Baoyi is the second child in the Xue family’s grandchildren. He can only be the second child. It’s just that Xue Baoyi doesn’t like this nondescript title. Call him second master.

The woman changed her name wittily: "Second Lord," stretched out her arm to hold Xue Baoyi, "have a drink together?"

"Did you spray perfume?" Xue Baoyi withdrew her hand and took a step back. "Then stay away from me. There is someone who doesn't like the smell of women's perfume."

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This is a tasteful chapter.