He skillfully took out a wine glass from the wine cabinet, poured two glasses of red wine and drank them again.

"Why don't you come so late at night? You have to tear my clothes. This suit fits me perfectly!"

Fang Ming took the red wine and pulled President Wen into his arms, looking at the beauty in his arms in the moonlight coming in from the window.

The beauty who was sipping red wine had a ruddy complexion and a drunken look in her eyes. She leaned weakly in his arms, which was in contrast to her usual cold and elegant temperament and was extremely beautiful.

"I can't believe you didn't enjoy it."

Wen Ruyu listened to Fang Ming's words, took another sip of red wine, and whispered softly in his ear.

"I'm not afraid to tell you that I have a mental illness and have seen a professional psychiatrist. Anyway, I just hate you stinky men. Otherwise, I wouldn't be single until I'm 30."

"Wouldn't that mean that Mr. Wen would have to endure the disgust and be intimate with me?"

Fang Ming saw Wen Ruyu's face turn red again, "It's not that I'm disgusted. After all, I've never had this kind of experience before."

"But I really don't like this feeling of not being able to think clearly. I feel dizzy, and after I'm done, I feel like I took a nap and slept until the evening."

Fang Ming joked, "Why don't you just continue sleeping and sleep until the next morning."

Wen Ruyu pushed away Fang Ming's grabbing hand, "Don't... tell the truth!"

"you say."

"There's not enough manpower in the manor!"

"Hmm? Not really! Don't you have more than ten maids?"

Wen Ruyu sighed helplessly, "Originally, it would be no problem for them to clean the entire manor every day. After cleaning, they can still serve in the villa. It would be good for the sisters to have a maid to follow them on weekdays."

Her smooth and jade-like toes were stretched back under her skirt, allowing Fang Ming to listen to her complaints at ease.

"It would be fine if you always brought women to the manor, but the day before yesterday you actually took out a batch of arms and asked Anxia to teach them how to shoot!"

"They came to me nervously and asked if I was going to take them to the battlefield."

"Do you remember how you answered me, dear Mr. Fang?"

Fang Ming blinked and recalled, "They are definitely not useful in a fight. I just wanted to raise a group of cute fighting maids in the manor. I like them for some reason."

Wen Ruyu sighed, "The result is that those little maids, who practice shooting every day in the training ground, all have in their minds the thought of you who passed by and caught their eye, and they climbed into your bed with a blushing face!"

Fang Ming laughed and pinched her cheek, "Don't be angry, let them play if they want to."

Wen Ruyu finished the red wine in the glass, scratched his palm, took Fang Ming's wine, and took a sip.

"Just pamper them!"

Fang Ming looked at the empty wine glasses in the two people's hands, lowered his head to ask for his red wine back, and savored it carefully with its unique flavor.

"I have a chance to find a group of maids for you to train."

Wen Ruyu was smart and asked worriedly, "Where do you want to go now?"

"I go out during the day and come back at night, and I never travel far...By the way, do you know English?"

Wen Ruyu has a high level of knowledge reserve from elite education, and spoke with the pride of a superior.

"Of course!"

Fang Ming stretched out his hand and pushed her down on the sofa. "I hate you bullshitters the most! You deserve a beating!"

"Oh! I was wrong..."