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Chapter 2077 Gradually, it took over her whole life

"Master, why is the light not turned on inside..."

Qiao Dongran sneered, "No one, why turn on the light."

"Ah? How come, servants..."

Qiao Dongran passed her and entered the door according to the password, "Where am I going to shut the servant when I am the master?"

Yang Xiaobaa was so fierce that he didn't dare to speak, she obediently lowered her head and followed into the door.

Qiao Dongran went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of cold beer, and just after taking a sip, he began to cough violently, as if he was choking, but also as if he couldn't stand the cold stimulation.

Yang Xiaobaa, who was about to go upstairs to pack her things, heard the voice and hurried down, "Master, are you alright?"

Qiao Dongran glanced at her, wanted to speak, but coughed uncontrollably.

After a while, his face was red from coughing.

Yang Xiaobaa looked at him worriedly.

After a while, Qiao Dongran calmed down and took another sip from the wine bottle. After coughing too violently just now, his voice was hoarse and jerky.

"Look, you are not satisfied that I didn't choke to death?"

Yang Xiaobaa frowned, "Master, how could I think this way, can you speak well?"

This was Yang Xiaobaa's few accusations against him, which made Qiao Dongran speechless and didn't know what to answer.

He turned his head and went upstairs with the wine bottle, as if he didn't want to talk to her.

Yang Xiaobaa looked at his back, and for some reason, she just felt a kind of uncomfortable feeling in her heart.

Shaking her head, she finally went upstairs to tidy up her room.

In the past few years, Qiao Dongran bought her a lot of things, very miscellaneous, ranging from dolls the size of a human being to small accessories the size of a fingernail.

At first, Yang Xiaobaa didn't expect that there were so many things, she simply thought that she just came back to pack some clothes and shoes, but after packing slowly, she realized that Qiao Dongran bought her too many things.

Before she knew it, she had become accustomed to enjoying what he gave her, and gradually, it took over her entire life.

Yang Xiaobaa was holding a stone comb he bought from Morocco in a daze. She didn't know how long it had passed until the phone in her pocket vibrated before she came back to her senses.

"lady."

"I'll be back soon, don't worry about me."

"Okay, ma'am, go to bed early."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Xiaobaa breathed a sigh of relief. After thinking about it, she still filled up the two suitcases, and the rest... can only be packed tomorrow or later.

After tossing, Yang Xiaobaa walked out of the room and came to the door of Qiao Dongran's room.

The door was not closed, so she didn't dare to go in rashly, so she knocked on the door and raised her voice slightly, "Master, there are too many things, I can't take all of them in one night, can I pack the rest later?"

"..."

There was no sound coming from inside, and no one said whether it was okay or not.

Yang Xiaobaa bit her lower lip, stood for half a minute, and then said in a low voice, "I know you don't want to see me, and I get angry when you see me. You bought those things in the first place, and you have any right to dispose of them. If you really don't want it anymore, you can throw it away, or if you are too lazy to deal with it, I will write a note and leave it to other servants, leave those things to them, please let them deal with it..."

Yang Xiaobaa took a shallow breath, "Master, then I'll go first, you have a good rest, good night."

After finishing the last sentence, Yang Xiaobaa turned around.

(End of this chapter)