Quick Wear: Lu Ming She Has Many Children and Blessings

Just as people in China were gradually accepting the reality, Lu Ming's full body cosmetic surgery had been successfully completed. She looked radiant and beautiful, and it was completely hard to tell that she was a 42-year-old middle-aged woman.

However, just as she was enjoying the beauty and tranquility, an unexpected phone call broke her peace.

"Hello, is this Sister Song? I found out that your number is in Country H. Please go to Villa 101, Qingyue Huacheng in the afternoon. President Sheng will be there tomorrow. Please be prepared." A clear male voice sounded on the other end of the line.

Before Lu Ming could respond, the other party hung up the phone in a hurry.

Luming: ...

Lu Ming frowned slightly and tried hard to search for the owner of this voice from the original owner's memory.

Finally, she remembered that this was Assistant Wen who served the eldest son of a wealthy family whom the original owner had once served.

Calculating the time, the two-month vacation she requested has indeed arrived.

What’s even worse is that the original owner seemed to have withdrawn one year’s salary in advance when he asked for leave, which is the 300,000 yuan.

Lu Ming was upset. Now the debt fell on her head.

Let her serve others?

Is the one on the bed serving you?

Besides, is Mr. Ba the one who is short of money? Definitely not!

Would it be bad if she resigned?

After thinking about it, she decided to forget it. She was free anyway, so it would be nice to read some gossip about wealthy families.

So she took a taxi directly to Villa No. 101, Qingyue Huacheng.

It is impossible to clean the house, so why not use the cheating device?

She happened to have a few cleaning talismans in her hand, which Fubao had bought when the mall was having a sales event.

It’s just right to use it at this time.

The daily necessities for the villa have already been purchased, so she doesn't need to worry about it.

The next day, Lu Ming waited from morning to afternoon, but Mr. Sheng still didn't come back.

Just when Lu Ming thought he didn't have to work today, Assistant Wen called again, "Sister Song, we will be at the villa in half an hour. Mr. Sheng drank a lot of wine today. Please prepare some hangover soup."

This was completely the tone of an order, and before Lu Ming could reply, the phone was hung up again.

Luming: ...

What's wrong with this?

Lu Ming looked at himself in the mirror. He was wearing black-framed glasses without prescription and a work suit provided by the family. He looked pretty good. Except for his whiter skin, he was not much different from the original owner.

She just made a hangover soup according to the instructions on the Internet, and it was the milk rice soup with the highest recommendation index on the Internet. She didn’t know whether it would work, but she made it anyway.

Not long after the hangover soup was ready, there was a noise outside the door.

Lu Ming quickly adjusted his posture, lowered his head slightly, and immediately turned into the usually taciturn, honest and steady older nanny.

As soon as she opened the door, Assistant Wen, who had just spoken to her on the phone, walked in with a drunk man.

"Sister Song, come over here and give me some help." Assistant Wen had drunk quite a bit of wine tonight and was feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Assistant Wen is Sheng Junhao's right-hand man. He is a head shorter than Sheng Junhao, but he still supports Sheng Junhao diligently and responsibly, and is now sweating profusely from exhaustion.

If he hadn't cared about his life, he would have died long ago.

Don’t you feel relieved when you see Sister Song?

Seeing this, Lu Ming hurried forward, and the two of them helped Sheng Junhao to the sofa.

At this moment, Assistant Wen's forehead was covered in sweat and his body looked exhausted.

He gently wiped off the sweat, took a short rest, and asked, "Sister Song, is the hangover soup ready?"

"It's ready and it's being heated up in the kitchen. I'll bring it to you right away." Lu Ming turned around quickly and prepared to go to the kitchen to get the hangover soup.

"Okay, it's fine as long as it's cooked. I'll be leaving first. Please take good care of Mr. Sheng."

Assistant Wen had been busy for most of the night and was completely dazed. He simply gave a few instructions and turned away.

Now, only Lu Ming and Sheng Junhao were left in the villa.

Lu Ming looked at Sheng Junhao's face carefully.

Sheng Junhao, 25 years old, is the president of a listed company, the heir to a wealthy family, worth over 100 million, a true domineering CEO.

Of course, this is not the point. The point is that he has an extremely outstanding appearance, a handsome face, and a gentle temperament.

The most important thing is that in the original owner’s memory, this domineering president died alone.

Looking at Sheng Junhao, Lu Ming couldn't help but sigh, "What a great figure!"

Then, she quickly called Fubao, "Fubao, is there something wrong with this boss?"

Fubao was silent for a moment, as if thinking about how to answer.

Finally, it said, "Host, I really know this. When Sheng Junhao was a child, he was kissed by a perverted old aunt who could be his grandmother because he looked too delicate. Then... you know what happened."

Luming: ...

The corners of Lu Ming's mouth twitched!

Just a kiss and you knocked out a domineering boss?

This is too bloody!

This boss is too fragile.

There are so many ridiculous stories, but there is no such thing as the most ridiculous, only more ridiculous.

Say it!

This president is really not a human being, he has so many problems!

This is absolutely true!

Don’t you see!

He has stomachache, impotence, and is half disabled. Add a white moonlight, it’s heart-wrenching and physical torture, and add some organs, and it’s done!

Not only in the world of novels, but even in the real world, if you want to be a domineering CEO, you need to be cautious. This profession is definitely high-risk.

Didn’t you see that the domineering president was not safe when he was a child.

This little kiss almost crippled a potential domineering CEO.

Lu Ming shook his head and threw these messy thoughts out of his mind.

"By the way, what kind of big mouth can scare a domineering president like this?" Lu Ming asked curiously.

"Well, it can be considered a bloody mouth!" Fu Bao looked confused and muttered, "It's just putting on lipstick, what's so scary about it? This boss is too delicate."

Sheng Junhao:......

You are not afraid, you are amazing!

at the same time.

Lu Ming was relieved. There was no fiancée, no white moonlight, and no other messy stand-in plots. This could be done perfectly!

She felt that she could make a comeback as a nanny.

No, "Counterattack" is also fine.

Although she is not a good person, she is not interested in interfering in other people's feelings.

At this moment, he was lying on the sofa, motionless, and Lu Ming did not bring him any hangover soup. But she knew her own abilities, and drinking the hangover soup would definitely help.

Then what's her business?

Fubao had already told her that there was something wrong with the wine Sheng Junhao drank, and the hangover soup was useless.

It's not the right treatment!

"Sister Song, pour me a glass of water." Sheng Junhao rubbed his eyebrows tightly. At this moment, he felt a splitting headache and his body was hot and uncomfortable.

"Ok."

Lu Ming responded, obediently poured him a glass of water and handed it to him.

Sheng Junhao almost couldn't wait to take the cup of water and drank it all down with his head tilted back.