After some time, Demville slowly opened his eyes and found himself lying on the couch, surrounded by dim lights.

It took him a while to come back to his senses, let out a long breath, and said to himself as if relieved, "I actually fell asleep? It's okay, it's okay, it's just a nightmare!"

The study suddenly exploded, the house shook, the lights went out, the bodyguards who were instantly shaken away, and the oriental woman who broke the wall of the corridor with a punch, this dream looked like it was real in retrospect.

These two women are simply the legendary Valkyries, and it is impossible for ordinary people to break the walls with their bare hands, but they are walls made of bricks and cement, not soda crackers.

Jingle bells!

A crisp bell rings.

Pierre, the butler, walked in with a large tray.

On the tray is a pot of steaming coffee, as well as red wine and goblets.

A competent housekeeper is always the first to be there when the owner needs it.

"Are you awake, sir, and what would you like to drink?" coffee or wine?"

Demville sat up from the couch, rubbed his temples with his hands, and said, "Have a cup of coffee, just to refresh yourself, oh! Pierre, I had a nightmare, you would never have imagined how terrible it was, it was just so weird, the study blew up, all the bodyguards were knocked to the ground, you and I knelt on the ground and begged for mercy from two terrible Oriental women, can you imagine?" Such a young and delicate, flower-like girl could break the wall of the hallway with a single fist, a hole so big that it could almost pass through an adult, oh my God! It was a hard wall, and if you hit your head, it would never be a wall that would break. ”

Pierre, the butler, poured a steaming cup of coffee, added milk and sugar, as was customary for Demville, and delivered it to him.

Then he spoke: "Mr. Demwell, you are not dreaming, what you say is true, you and I are indeed on our knees and begging for mercy from two Oriental girls!"

"What?"

Blowing into the mouth of the coffee cup, Demville, who really wanted to take a sip, was stunned.

"I mean, sir, you didn't have this nightmare because it wasn't a dream!"

The butler's voice just fell.

A ping-pong sound was heard, and the coffee cup fell from Demwell's hand, and the hot fragrant coffee spilled on the carpet and quickly soaked in.

He raised his head with difficulty and looked at his butler with a blank face.

It's not a dream, it's terrifying.

......

In the end, it was the chairman of the Leeherd consortium who was strategizing, and it took a while for Demville to calm down, and he asked in a trembling voice: "She, what about them?"

Pierre replied calmly: "Dine in the restaurant!"

"What are you doing with them here? Call the police and arrest them!"

Demherr immediately jumped to his feet, almost stepping on the coffee cup that had just fallen to the ground.

"I'm sorry, sir, I can't, to be exact, all the people in this house can't, they're going to kill us like a fly!"

Pierre smiled wryly, the situation was stronger than people, and he had to bow his head.

The two Oriental girls were like self-acquaintances, and the youngest seemed to alternate between English and German, and it was finally clear what they were talking about.

As for calling the police, I'm afraid that before the police, all of them have already died.

No one dared to imagine what a horrible scene it would be if the punch that could break the wall hit a person.

Maybe it's going to be the same piece of minced meat, right?

Pierre's butler had no choice but to let the kitchen prepare the food at the request of the two young Oriental girls.

The appetites of the two Oriental girls are terrifying.

The kitchen was running at full capacity, and the two cooks were scrambling, for fear that if the food was delivered slowly, they would be eaten.

It was not only the food that was served to 10 people, but even 100 people, and they are still eating it to this day.

That is to say, the French chef will be busy and sweaty, if he changes to a Chinese cauldron chef, a person can easily handle it with a kitchen knife and a pot.

When it comes to food culture, although French cuisine is famous in Europe, it is still inferior to China.

If you don't have the ability to fight and don't want to sit idly by, the only way left is negotiation.

Demville covered his face in anguish, and his voice came from between his fingers.

"How so? What do they want to do?"

"Sir, these two girls may just be passing by, and when they are full, they may leave on their own!"

At this juncture, the housekeeper can only think in a good direction.

No matter how bad the result is, they will be killed by those two oriental girls with one punch, maybe they won't need a punch, just like those bodyguards, they flew out directly, who knows what they did.

"I'm going to ask them, what do they really want?"

Demville stood up and stubbornly walked in the direction of the restaurant.

"Sir, I suggest you don't them off!"

The housekeeper was worried that his master would be impulsive and unscrupulous, which would lead to death.

"Don't worry, I won't mess around, even if I die, I must die to understand!"

Demville sped up a few points on his feet.

Steward Pierre sighed and chased after him with the tray.

The table was full of empty plates, and it was not for a maid to come and take them away and bring new plates with food.

Two Oriental girls sat at the table and feasted, steak and pasta, swept away like a whirlwind cloud.

"Both!"

Demville also sat down at the table.

After all, he is the chairman of a consortium, not an unknown minion, and he can still save some momentum with his composure.

The Qingyao Demon Girl ignored this guy at all, and kept eating by herself.

As the Demon King of the Broken Tribulation Realm, whose body is a frog, if he opens his belly and eats it, let alone a cow, even a hundred cows can eat it.

The Demville kitchen is clearly not enough.

The little demon girl of Hong Li stopped moving, her appetite was obviously not as big as Qing Yao, and she was seven or eight points full by now.

When Demville had finished, a maid repeated it in English, and then in German.

can work in a mansion in a wealthy area, even if it is a maid, her education will not be much worse, and she may think about the good thing of flying to the branches and becoming a phoenix.

"It's not that we want to be here, and we don't want anything. ”

Little Red Carp's foreign language level is still half-baked, English and German are mixed together, how convenient and how to come, and the grammar is enough to choke.

Fortunately, someone can understand both languages, otherwise it would be difficult to communicate.

"You didn't lie to me?"

After listening to the maid's translation, Demville looked suspicious.

Was it just a misunderstanding?

Wait, why is there a "coming" in the other party's words?

It's weird!

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