100 ways to be a scumbag boss

The man originally came back to get his sword, but when he was taking off her shoes, he put the things aside and stepped on them.

But after entering the inner room, he saw the knotted tassels swaying slightly on the bed. He suddenly felt relieved and cast his eyes on the little girl on the couch.

The color red really complemented her, and her snow-skinned appearance was the most fitting description he could think of at this moment.

She closed her eyes, and the room was extremely silent. The man bent down and picked up the sword, raised his eyes and looked at her deeply for a few times, then turned and left.

This walk lasted all afternoon.

During this time, she got up and two maids were sent over.

The bigger one has just reached the age of hairpin, and the smaller one has just reached the age of cardamom.

They both knelt on the ground and asked her for her name.

The spring sun outside the courtyard is so fragrant that it is so refreshing when you take a good sip.

She curved her lips and spoke gently: "Then speak with the word "wen". You call it "wenxue", and you call "wenyue".

"Thank you, Madam, for the name."

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, there was movement from the concierge.

The servant who sent the message came to report that the master was back. It was obvious from everyone's eyes that they probably wanted her to go out to greet her.

Although this society is not so harsh on women, in the end, it is always a good thing to rely on your husband's family for a lifetime and get more love.

What's more, the master's status is extremely noble, and he will be the leader in the future. The position of the people around him will be the envy of all the girls' families in the world.

Jin Huan was sitting on the stool, making tea in an orderly manner. She heard what the boy said, but she didn't even raise her head.

It's not that she was deliberately showing off, it's just that she has always been the one who is supported and pampered. She has no intention of pleasing a man at all. She likes to follow her heart and is as free as the wind.

"Madam, aren't you going to greet the master?"

Wen Xue reminded Jin Huan in a low voice that she was older than Wen Yue after all. Children from poor families became heads of family earlier, and they were at the age of governor before being sold. In ordinary families, the honor and disgrace of wealth are all tied to the man, let alone a man. A noble person like Prince Yin.

She paused for a moment while stroking the tea leaves, then turned her head slightly and looked at this, her new little maid. Her tone was calm and could even be called gentle, but the words she spoke made the little girl's face instantly turn pale as white paper, "Pfft "With a sound, he knelt on the ground: "Before I leave here, you only have one master."

"My ma'am, I'm sorry, but Wen Xue made a mistake."

Jin Huan slightly curved the corners of her lips, but did not ask her to get up.

After a while, Wen Yue also turned pale, and the few servants and maids who were assigned to serve in the other courtyard lowered their heads silently.

"Okay, get up, you have to remember this in the future."

"Yes!"

After a delay, there was some movement outside the courtyard.

It's that person who's coming.

She was still wearing the flamboyant wide-sleeved red dress she wore during the day, but he had changed out of his armor and appeared in casual clothes.

Wearing a helmet before, we couldn't really see his appearance. We only knew that the man was tall and imposing, but now he looked calm, dignified and solemn.

The man's eyes were fixed on her alone.

As soon as he stepped into the house, he waved away the servants waiting in the house.

She glanced at him lightly, then withdrew her gaze, and poured tea into her own cup.

But he was obviously not satisfied.

Just as she put down the pot, he suddenly held her hand.

Jinhuan "subconsciously" wanted to pull away, but his restraint was very tight, and his eyes became darker.

"What are you doing, Mr. Lang?"

She is really pitiful like this.

"My heart is pleased with you."

"The husband is so domineering, he is not a good match for Huan'er."

The man's eyes turned cold, he held her soft hand with a little more strength, and he spoke word by word.

"No one dares to be your good match except me."