Mu Chuchu couldn't help but raise her arm and sniff the scent on her sleeve.
A satisfied expression immediately appeared on his face.
This is the garment that man wore.
She really liked this one.
She doesn't want to change her clothes.
Seeing that Mu Chuchu inside did not move, the person outside pushed the door open and walked in.
"Miss, Mr. He instructed you to change your clothes and then come downstairs for dinner," the maid said to Mu Chuchu with a gloomy face.
Mu Chuchu sensitively sensed the hostility shown to her by the woman dressed as a maid.
"I'll just wear what I'm wearing," Mu Chuchu said nonchalantly as she got out of bed.
Mu Chuchu has a petite yet curvy figure. Her white men's shirt just reaches her thighs, and her shapely figure is faintly visible under the oversized shirt. Her long, slender, and fair legs are even more perfect than those of a model.
Her bare face, with its alluring charm yet a touch of innocence, was simply breathtaking.
The maid looked at Mu Chuchu, unable to hide the jealousy in her eyes, and her tone became even more unfriendly.
"These are the gentleman's clothes, please take them off."
Does this woman even know what shame is?
She actually wanted to wear her husband's clothes downstairs to meet people.
Mu Chuchu is stubborn; once she makes a decision, she won't allow anyone to disagree.
Too lazy to talk to the maid, Mu Chuchu walked barefoot past her and headed for the door.
I slept all day.
She was hungry too.
Seeing that Mu Chuchu was ignoring her, the maid's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. Without thinking, she rushed forward and stopped Mu Chuchu.
"No, you have to change your clothes."
As the maid spoke, she reached out and grabbed at Mu Chuchu's collar.
Mu Chuchu's expression turned cold, and an eerie red light flashed deep within her dark eyes.
The next second, her hand firmly grasped the maid's wrist.
The maid groaned in pain and looked at Mu Chuchu in disbelief.
The woman's slender, jade-like hands now felt like iron clamps, firmly gripping her wrists and causing her unbearable pain.
The maid's fierce expression froze on her face the moment she met Mu Chuchu's peach blossom eyes, which were filled with an eerie dark red light. Her eyes instantly became dull.
“Tell me everything you know about Mr. He,” Mu Chuchu asked with a smile, releasing the maid’s wrist.
The maid nodded blankly, like a puppet that had lost its soul.
Ten minutes later.
Mu Chuchu went downstairs.
The villa's living room is as magnificent as an ancient Western European royal palace, with the light reflected from the crystal chandelier illuminating the entire hall.
Several servants stood guard in the living room, watching Mu Chuchu, wearing a loose shirt and barefoot, walk down the stairs with graceful and agile steps.
Seeing that Mu Chuchu was still wearing He Lengqian's shirt, the servants were all stunned.
The maid who had just delivered clothes to Mu Chuchu followed behind her with a dark expression, constantly rubbing her bruised wrists.
"Where is Mr. He?" Mu Chuchu walked into the living room and looked around, but did not see He Lengqian.
Butler Li, who had been waiting for Mu Chuchu in the living room, stepped forward with a formulaic smile and said to Mu Chuchu, "Miss, the master is handling official business in his study. Dinner is ready. You don't need to wait for him; you can eat first."
Mu Chuchu was somewhat disappointed that she did not see He Lengqian.
But she was indeed very hungry. Her human body was too fragile and couldn't withstand the torment of hunger.
"Is there chicken for dinner?" Mu Chuchu asked Butler Li with a smile.
Foxes love to eat chickens.
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