In-house help system

A week later, Steward Chen contacted Ji's father and will send someone to pick up Ji Wenliang at noon.

Steward Chen prepared a room for Ji Wenliang in the Feng family villa, which is located next to Feng Rui, and originally prepared a room for Ji's father.

But Ji's father declined.

Firstly, there are many cooks in the Feng family, and they adopt a shift system, and Ji's father only goes to work every Saturday, so he always feels embarrassed to live in someone else's house like this.

Secondly, Ji's father was used to chatting and playing cards with neighbors and neighbors, so he felt a little bit reluctant to change places.

In the end, Ji's father still decided to live in his own house, go to Feng's house once every Saturday, and work in the hotel the rest of the time.

As expected, Housekeeper Chen rang the doorbell of Ji's house at twelve o'clock at noon.

Sitting in the pitch-black car, looking at the rapidly receding trees on both sides of the road, Ji Wenliang was a little apprehensive.

He still remembers the description of the hero in the book: because he was neglected by his father for a long time, the hero developed an indifferent personality since childhood.

After the male and female protagonists broke up, they became even more indifferent.

Not only took over Fengfu's work, but also inherited Fengfu's attributes of a workaholic. With his ruthless style and fierce methods, he constantly expanded his business territory and surpassed several major business families in City B at a young age.

Ji Wenliang had a completely different life experience from him.

He was born in a scholarly family. His father works at the National Institute of Physics in Country Z. He is a famous professor in the professional field. His mother is a Chinese teacher.

When Ji Wenliang was 16 years old, his parents went on a trip to other places, and the plane they were traveling on broke down. The two died unfortunately, leaving him only a house and some money.

Later, he was successfully admitted to the university, and then entered Professor W's laboratory. He usually came into contact with some scientific researchers, and his social circle was extremely simple.

Coupled with the thousands of words in the book describing the superiority and ruthlessness of the hero at every turn, Ji Wenliang became even more nervous.

But he thought of the little boy in the coffee shop again, a little cowardly, a little timid, but polite and cute.

One is the person in the book.

One was someone he had seen with his own eyes.

The two couldn't blend together.

The speed of the car gradually slowed down, and the European-style villas in the distance became more and more clear.

When the car approached the carved gate of the villa, the electronic sensor recognized that it was a vehicle of the Feng family, and opened the gate automatically. The car stopped after entering the villa, and Steward Chen signaled Ji Wenliang to get out of the car.

Ji Wenliang got out of the car and looked at the villa in front of him.

The European-style villa has three floors. It is surrounded by a hill and surrounded by lush forests. It is midsummer now, and the well-tended flowers and plants in the garden of the villa exude the unique aroma of plants, which is elegant and romantic.

Ji Wenliang followed Butler Chen, walking towards the villa building on the path paved with white cobblestones.

The first thing you see when you open the door is the lobby on the first floor. The pure solid wood floor is spotless.

There are crystal chandeliers hanging on the top of the wall, leather sofas, tables and chairs are placed on the west side of the hall, the restaurant is on the east side, and a huge floor-to-ceiling window is on the south side.

Curtains embroidered with complicated patterns hang on both sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Through the windows, you can just see the scenery of the villa garden.

Chen Butler led Ji Wenliang through the spiral staircase covered with thick carpets to the second floor, where the master's bedroom and guest room were.

"You will live in this room from now on." Chen Butler brought Ji Wenliang to the door of a room, and pushed the door open.

Ji Wenliang felt very embarrassed to be called "you" by the five-haired and half-white housekeeper Chen, "Uncle Chen... Grandpa Chen just call me Wen Liang."

Butler Chen's serious expression seemed to soften a little. He raised his arm and looked at his watch, and said, "Okay, Wen Liang, you should tidy up your room first and have a good rest. The young master is going to a training class, and he will be back at five o'clock." .”

"Thank you, Grandpa Chen." Ji Wenliang bowed to Butler Chen, and walked into the room.

He looked around at the room he would live in for the next few years, maybe even ten years.

The room as a whole has a simple style, surrounded by clean white walls. The largest double bed occupies the area. The quilts with clean white sheets are neatly stacked at the head of the bed. Facing the bed is a row of beige wardrobes.

There is a writing desk next to the window, and a multi-layer bookshelf stands in the corner against the writing desk.

In addition to the bedroom, there is also a bathroom. Ji Wenliang opened the cabinet in the bathroom and found that there were all kinds of toiletries inside. He couldn't help admiring Butler Chen's care.

Ji Wenliang arranged the things he brought and felt a little tired, so he lay down on the bed and slept for a while.

Hearing the sound of cars outside the window in a daze, Ji Wenliang looked at his watch and found that it was already five o'clock. Realizing that the hero had returned, he hurriedly sat up, opened the door of the room, and walked downstairs.

As soon as he reached the stairs on the first floor, he found the male protagonist standing at the door, looking around, seeing him standing there, his dark eyes lit up, he walked up the stairs slowly, and stretched out his arms to wrap Ji Wenliang.

"Brother, brother, I miss you so much." Nuonuo's voice sounded.

Ji Wenliang was still wondering what kind of mentality he should use to face the hero, but seeing him like this, his heart softened suddenly.

"I miss you too." Ji Wenliang helped him straighten his clothes and replied gently.

The hero became even happier after hearing this, and dragged Ji Wenliang forward, "I'll show you something."

Ji Wenliang was dragged to the male lead's room, the male lead opened the door, took him in, let him sit on the chair next to the writing desk, turned around and started rummaging through the bedside table.

Ji Wenliang looked at the male lead's room, the bedroom was about the same size as his own.

The furnishings are also similar, but the decoration style is different. Starry sky wallpapers are pasted on the walls and roof, cartoon drawings of Doraemon are scattered on the wardrobe and bedside cabinets, and some toys and children's books are placed on the writing desk. It's full of childishness.

But when he thought of the male protagonist depicted in the book living in such a room with a stern face, he couldn't help laughing.

"Look, brother," the male protagonist turned out a square box, carefully placed it on the desk, and opened it, "These are my treasures."

Seeing how he cherished it so much, Ji Wenliang was also very curious, and found that there seemed to be a stack of papers in the box, and asked, "What treasure?"

"Here," the hero replied, "This is the certificate I won in the Taekwondo competition."

"This is my prize for playing the piano."

"This is the prize I won in the English competition."

"This is the prize I won in the Go competition."

……

"Brother, brother, I'm very good." The hero raised his head and looked at Ji Wenliang expectantly.

Ji Wenliang looked at the seals on the certificates, and found that most of them were stamps from some training institutions. It is estimated that these training institutions held small competitions to encourage children, and they did not have much gold content.

But he was still shocked that the male lead had participated in so many trainings at such a young age, no wonder he became a decathlon when he grew up.

"Xiao Rui is very powerful." Ji Wenliang pinched his smooth face.

"Then...then I'm so good, can you tell me a story every day before going to bed as a reward?"

"Ding! The protagonist asks you a question: Can I tell a story before going to bed every day? I am searching for alternative answers for you... The search is over, please choose: A. yes; B. no"

"The risk is being estimated for you... The estimate is complete: this choice will not affect the world stability rate, and you can choose according to your own wishes."

Looking at the male lead's expectant eyes and the blue starry sky on the wall behind him, Ji Wenliang suddenly realized that the ruthless and domineering president belongs to the beautiful fantasy of every young girl on earth.

But the person in front of him is real, flesh and blood, whether he likes it or not, in the days to come, he will have countless intersections with the protagonist.

"Then do you like these?" Ji Wenliang asked slowly, "Piano, Taekwondo, do you like them?"

The male lead froze, not knowing how to answer.

Feng Rui is the only son of the Feng family and the future heir of the Feng family. He has received strict training since he was a child. Every day and every hour of his life has been properly arranged. No one has ever asked him if he likes it or not. It seems that these things are He should.

If you do well, you will be rewarded; if you do not well, you will be punished.This is the first rule of the Feng family, Feng Rui knew it since he was very young, and has always followed the rule.

Just like this warm big brother, he told the housekeeper that he wanted to play with him, and the housekeeper told him that he could because he had behaved very well recently.

He showed these awards to his elder brother, and he wanted his elder brother to tell him stories every day as a reward.

But the big brother asked him, do you like it?

Feng Rui thought about the big brother's problem, and then thought about the rules he had always believed in, and said: "If the big brother keeps telling me stories, I will like it, and I will always do well."

Seeing his well-behaved appearance, Ji Wenliang rubbed his fair face with a smile, "Whether Xiao Rui is doing well or not, as long as Xiao Rui wants to listen, brother can tell you stories at any time."

dong dong dong.

"Master, Wen Liang, it's time to eat." Butler Chen's voice sounded at the door.

"Okay." Wen Liang took the male lead's hand and walked down the stairs.