Reborn in another world, the boss loves me to the core

He seemed to be greatly frightened.

Instantly retracted into the flowers.

Under the moonlight, only her golden hair was exposed, hiding among the colorful roses.

If it weren't for the fact that he looked so similar to himself, Su Xian would definitely find it particularly cute.

At this moment, she just felt cold all over!

"who are you?"

"I...I am the servant specifically responsible for this garden."

The voice came from the flowers. The tone was soft and waxy, like glutinous rice buns. It was impossible to tell whether it was a boy or a girl.

maid?

The servants of the Huo family all come from major training grounds, how can there be such a young child.

Su Xian walked over, and the little flower suddenly stepped back like a frightened little rabbit, disappeared into the flowers, and disappeared.

The rooftop garden covers an area of ​​over a thousand square meters, with lush vegetation and a variety of flowers planted around the glass house.

If you hide deliberately, it is impossible to find anyone.

Looking through his memory, Kitten has never seen her.

The beauty hidden in the golden house?

There is also a hidden one that looks similar to a kitten.

Su Xian stood silently for a while, then turned and walked towards the elevator.

But at this moment, he did not go far, hiding among a clump of rose flowers, looking out with lake-like blue eyes.

He saw the girl walking into the elevator, and then the elevator door was closed, with panic in her eyes.

He was thrown here directly after his owner brought him back from the auction house.

After that, the owner was never seen again.

He has been taught since childhood that he is just a plaything. If he cannot please his master, then he has no value in existence. The fate of a worthless golden slave is usually miserable.

The best result is to be resold to others again and again.

In the worst case, life would be worse than death!

He likes it here very much. He can eat enough every day and is not beaten or scolded.

Don't want to be kicked out.

Later, the housekeeper's grandpa asked him to take care of the large garden on the roof, and he was able to feel at ease. At least he was of some use and was not just a freeloader.

He worked hard and the flowers bloomed beautifully, so maybe they wouldn't be given away.

It would be better if you can serve your master well.

It's just that the master has never touched him or done anything to him that he is accustomed to doing with other golden slaves.

But he couldn't even do the most basic thing of using his body to please his master.

He is the trash that the instructors at the base call him!

After a long time, he stood up from the flowers. The rose thorns pricked his skin, and blood dripped out.

He walked slowly down the stairs. His room was on the first floor, a very small room.

He was originally supposed to live in the annex building, but the housekeeper saw that he often worked in the garden in the middle of the night, so he specially arranged to live on the first floor of the main building.

He was very hot and sweaty after working. He wanted to take a bath, but he didn't dare. He curled up in his little bed, just like his master who could only retreat into the shadows when he returned.

this is necessary.

The instructors at the base said that they were inhumane rats living in smelly ditches, and they were the lowest creatures.

You can't live under the sun all your life. You must obey your master and you must never disobey your master's orders.

I don't know how much time passed, but he was about to fall asleep in a daze when he was woken up by a sudden knock on the door. He heard the housekeeper's grandfather shouting: "Xiaohua, follow me."

Xiaohua opened the door and timidly called out "Grandpa Butler."

Huo Shan said gently: "It's the lady who wants to see you. She is a kind girl. Don't be afraid."

Xiaohua held the hem of her clothes with her fingertips and nodded.

Huo Shan sighed. No matter how kind a girl is, she will be angry when she meets someone so similar to herself.

Go through the long corridor.

When he came to the door of the study, Xiaohua shrank when he saw the closed door. This was a forbidden area for him.

He was once whipped to death by the housekeeper himself for breaking in by mistake.

Huo Shan knocked on the door.

After a while, a deep magnetic voice came out, "Come in!"

It's the master's voice.

The master is back.

Xiaohua felt happy in her heart.

Huo Shan opened the door.

Xiaohua saw at a glance that the owner was sitting on the sofa, coaxing the girl in his arms in a low voice.

Xiaohua glanced at her and left immediately, fearing that her little move would be discovered.

The master hasn't changed at all after not seeing him for a long time.

It is still the same as seen at the auction, lazy and wanton, noble and elegant.

Do not!

More patience, gentleness and pampering are for the girl in my arms.

The girl raised her eyes.

She had changed her clothes and her long hair was loose.

The owner's gaze dropped.

Xiaohua was a little disappointed, uncomfortable, and a little envious, but these were all unfamiliar emotions to him, and these emotions were quickly suppressed.

The instructor said they didn't need to have any emotions other than fear!

"Master..." Xiaohua's voice was soft and waxy.

The man's eyes glanced at him and then back again. His voice was soft and lazily said, "We agreed, just look at him and don't get angry."

Su Xian snorted.

Stand up and walk to Xiaohua, "Look up..."

"Mother."

Xiaohua's knees softened and she knelt on the ground with her head buried low, touching the floor.

The thin body was trembling a little.

The instructor said that most of the time, the mistress is the one who decides their fate and is the last person to offend.

If you offend your mistress, some of you will be cruel, and you will get skin cramps directly.

The instructor said that people like them will die when they die, and it would be too dirty to bury them in the garden as fertilizer.

Su Xian was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously wanted to help Xiaohua up. The moment her fingertips touched him, she felt his body shaking more and more, and she retracted her hand.

"stand up!"

The little flower stood up reflexively, trembling, looking like a little white flower being bullied by a vicious mistress.

Su Xian was speechless. Is she a man-eating tiger?

"Keep your head up."

Xiaohua raised her head when she heard this.

He is wearing white clothes and short pants, his figure is thin and slender, his golden hair shines brightly under the light, and his skin is fair.

Her lips are like cherry blossoms, her peach blossom eyes are raised at the end, bringing out a flirtatious look, and there is a cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, pure and seductive.

He looks to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, about the same height as her, and his pupils are different from hers, they are blue.

It's shocking and ridiculous to see two faces that are so similar standing together. If it weren't for the cinnabar mole between his eyebrows and the short golden hair, he would almost be a replica of Su Xian.

What an extremely beautiful boy!

Su Xian turned around and glanced at Huo Li.

The man was leaning lazily, his usual expression of no emotion and indifference.

"What's your name?" Su Xian asked.

Xiaohua knelt down again, lying on the ground with skillful movements: "The master did not give the slave a name or number. The housekeeper's grandpa is called Nu Xiaohua."

Su Xian frowned, what kind of name is this?

She knelt down and asked softly: "How old are you?"

"Eighteen years old."

"You saw me just now, why did you run away?"

Xiaohua lowered her head, her voice full of fear, "Slave... I don't know that I am the mistress..."

"I'm not your mistress, you should get up first." Su Xian said.

Not the mistress?

If you're not the mistress, you don't have to listen to her.

The instructors at the base said that they only need to listen to their master and mistress, and the others do not need to listen.

Xiaohua's logic was clear, and she knelt on the ground, motionless.