After coming to the villa in the mountains for so long, everyone saw it.

The young master, who has always been cold and doesn't like to talk, actually smiles at her, and sometimes talks to her for a long time.

The most important thing is that the young master, who has always had a serious habit of cleanliness, would actually take her hand and let her enter his own separate secret clinic, and stay for half a day.

"Huh? He lost his temper? For what tantrums? ”

Anxin's eyes widened, and he was a little dizzy.

After living here for so long, Mo Qingchen in her impression has always been like an immortal who does not eat fireworks in the world.

I never talk to the servant, and I'm as lonely and quiet as a shadow.

Such a person can actually get angry?

"The young master accidentally discovered today that his liner was not a new dress that had just been torn up, but was taken out of a stack of fragrant clothes. So, he was angry. Anxin girl, everyone sees the young master's thoughts about you. Now you are the only one who can persuade ......."

"No, no, Uncle Wang, you misunderstood. Young Master Mo is only interested in my condition, not me...... What did you say? He found out that the clothes were washed? Ah, oops, oops! ”

Anxin was in a hurry to defend himself, but when he heard the second half of Steward Wang's words, his mouth was half open in surprise.

Immediately threw down the mop and rushed out as if flying.

When they came to Mo Qingchen's separate cloakroom, the two maids were half-kneeling on the ground, trembling with fright.

Originally, the young master's shirt, from washing to incense, has always been a reassuring job.

But because of so many days, the young master didn't notice that he was wearing new clothes at all, and he seemed to like the fresh smell on his shirt.

The two maids had other thoughts, and deliberately took advantage of the fact that the young master would pass by the cloakroom today, and the two of them personally incensed their shirts.

I want to win the praise of the young master.

Unexpectedly, after Mo Qingchen saw it, his face changed.

When An An walked into the cloakroom, he saw a "bang-" and threw out an incense lamp, followed by one shirt after another.

She patted her little heart and walked in to take a look, only to see that the entire cloakroom was filled with the smell of disinfectant water.

Mo Qingchen's clear eyes were filled with a gloomy aura before the storm was coming.

Without saying a word, but the slender hand held a scalpel and cut a shirt on the ironing board to shreds.

The hands of the two maids were still on the ironing board, and they did not dare to retract them at all.

I watched as the horrible scalpel sliced in front of my fingers.

Both of them were drenched in cold sweat and were so frightened that they couldn't say a word.

Seeing Anxin come in, the two of them were like seeing saviors.

"Young master, your clothes are not usually ironed by us, they have always been made by Miss Anxin!"

Hearing the word "peace of mind", the coldness in Mo Qingchen's eyes gradually subsided.

The scalpel in his hand was suddenly retracted, and when he turned his head, a pair of cold eyes firmly locked the peace of mind that walked in.

"Young Master Mo." Anxin bit his lower lip, stepped forward hard, and slowly took off a shirt hanging on the hanger.

Compare it in his body.

"Young Master Mo, I'm sorry, I made my own decision. I washed and ironed your shirts with my own hands, and smoked them with essential oils. ”

"You've been looking at it for so many days, and you haven't noticed. If you hadn't seen it today, you wouldn't have found it. So, in fact, you can try to wear the shirt you wear again. ”

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