Zhong Wei pursed her lips and looked back at the room. It had not been decorated by Bo Heng yet, and it was about 150 square meters in size.
"Go to your room quickly!" Jiang Cuihong pinched Zhong Wei's ear and pulled her out.
Zhong Wei screamed in pain and watched the door of the room slam shut. For some reason, she felt a sense of loss in her heart.
Arriving at the servant's room, Zhong Wei looked at the simply furnished room and felt uncomfortable even sitting on the bed.
"You are really becoming more and more ignorant. How can you trespass on the master's territory? I am old now, so please don't make a mistake and make me lose this job." Jiang Cuihong said as she poured herself a glass of water.
The servants' rooms in the annex are similar to single apartments, each of which is 45 square meters.
Zhong Wei looked at the small room and the shoddy furniture, feeling depressed and dissatisfied, she said, "I'm graduating now. When I make money, I won't need you to be a nanny for others."
"Oh?" Jiang Cuihong chuckled disdainfully. "If you ask me, you shouldn't even bother looking for a job. Just come with me and be the Bo family's nanny. It'll be great! Room and board included, and after deducting the five social insurances and one housing fund, you'll still have 30,000 yuan!"
"Mom! Are you crazy? I'm a bachelor's degree graduate from a prestigious university!" Zhong Wei widened her eyes in disbelief, suddenly stood up, and yelled in humiliation, her chest aching with anger.
How could she, a nanny, do such servant work?
Jiang Cuihong sneered: "There are a lot of research PhDs here, so what if you are a scientist?"
"..." Zhong Wei was furious and pushed Jiang Cuihong forward: "Get out of here! No matter what, I can't do such menial work like you!"
With a "bang", Zhong Wei slammed the door shut.
"I'm servile? Then don't forget that I raised you! And what's wrong with being a nanny? I earn 30,000 yuan a month and have five insurances and one fund! I think you just don't know your place!" Jiang Cuihong's cursing voice was still heard outside the door.
Zhong Wei covered her ears, lay on the hard mattress, pursed her lips, and shed a tear of grievance.
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The next day.
Yuan Jiang lay on the soft big bed and slowly opened her eyes. Suddenly, she felt sore all over her body. She groaned, and suddenly, a warm big hand touched her waist.
Immediately afterwards, the back pressed against the hard chest.
Bo Heng's voice was hoarse and low: "Are you awake?"
"Yeah." Yuan Jiang clearly felt his cheeks burning.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked hoarsely.
The two of them played around until very late last night. She fainted several times and was woken up by him again.
Yuan Jiang blinked, turned around, and pressed her fair cheek against the man's hot chest. She said in a soft voice, "Your technique is so poor."
"It still hurts now."
The woman's voice was soft and gentle, with a hint of charm. Thinking of the scene last night, Bo Heng's throat tightened and his hands tightly hugged her waist.
He whispered, "Then I'll practice more in the future."
Yuan Jiang said nothing.
Bo Heng stroked Yuan Jiang's snow-white shoulders with his fingers, his eyes darkening.
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