The bedroom was indeed a mess.
Not surprisingly, in addition to clothes and pants, there were also ** underwear thrown all over the bed.
The alcoholic has a headache.
As the eldest princess, how could she have done something like cleaning the house?
The system, unwilling to be left out, interrupted: [Wake up, that was the world before last.]
"In the last life, I just sat there and had everything handed to me." Si Jiu was feeling unreasonable but confident.
The system was silent for two seconds: [You miss Young Master Chen Huai.]
"No, I want the young master's servants and housekeeper."
"And there's a king-size bed in the big villa."
System: Huh...woman.
"What do you think of me?"
The system choked.
"I just got a bad performance review? 23 You've changed."
System: I have no words to say.
Is this a bad performance review?
Don’t ask, if you ask, the answer is that he was possessed by a ghost and cried and rushed to become Sijiu’s binding system.
This is not a road to heaven, it is a road to a sinkhole.
There was a knock on the door. Sijiu temporarily let the system go, walked over to open the door, and stopped the male protagonist outside.
Qi Yan had taken off his hat and mask. His hair was a little messy. He had the familiar eye shape, but his appearance was completely different. He was handsome.
"Want me to clean up in there, miss?"
"No. Thank you. I can do it myself." Three consecutive rejections.
Qi Yan said "Oh" in disappointment, then smiled again, "I've cleaned it up, do you want to check it, Miss?"
Is it really okay that you adapted to the role of housekeeping so quickly?
Or should we say that he is worthy of being the best actor because he can get into the role quickly?
Sijiu closed the door and glanced around the living room. "Not bad."
Qi Yan: "I'm hungry, little sister."
Si Jiu: "Don't think I don't know that every time you say "little sister", you are actually calling her "dwarf" in your heart."
Qi Yan:!!! Covering his mouth in fear.
Sijiu didn't argue with him, and glanced at him inexplicably, "I'm hungry too."
The two of them looked at each other for a moment, then took out their phones and ordered takeout.
Forty minutes later, the takeaway arrived and the two sat opposite each other at the dining table.
A strange situation.
I went home with a paparazzi who claimed to be an entertainment reporter and whom I met for the first time. He had unclear intentions and sat together harmoniously to eat takeout.
If someone saw this kind of thing, it would definitely make the headlines, right?
Qi Yan poked at the broccoli in the lunch box from time to time, holding his chin with one hand while watching the dwarf opposite him eat.
She has a very delicate baby face, big round eyes, long eyelashes, and fair skin. She looks younger than her actual age, and some people would believe her if she said she was only sixteen.
When eating, his movements were neither hurried nor slow, and there was a sense of elegance.
But when chewing, his cheeks bulge out, which is a bit too cute.
Sijiu finished the last bite of rice, put down his chopsticks, took a sip of water, and glanced at him.
"Have you seen enough?"
Qi Yan grinned, "No."
Sijiu: I want to beat someone up.
"Clean up after you finish eating. Be honest."
Are you really using me as a housekeeper? Qi Yan was dissatisfied, and her eyes were already sweeping over.
I instantly remembered the fear of being dominated by her "strange power".
"Okay, little sister."
The whole afternoon passed peacefully.
The dwarf didn't know what he was doing locked in the room, and Qi Yan was curled up on the sofa in the living room watching TV.
His phone was turned off a long time ago. I guess everyone must be going crazy looking for him in this chapter.
As the sky gradually darkened, Si Jiu came out of the room, and Qi Yan's gaze instantly shifted from the TV to Si Jiu.
I saw her go to the kitchen and come back in a blink of an eye with a can of beer and a box of milk in her hands.
With a "click", the waiter opened the ring of the can of beer with one hand.
"Thanks……"
The milk was pushed into Qi Yan's outstretched hand.
Qi Yan:?
"Milk helps you sleep." Sijiu took a sip of beer slowly. "What kind of beer should artists who need to manage their body shape drink?"
Qi Yan: “…”
How did she know I needed sleep aid?
How else do I manage my body?
No! I have such a great figure, can't she see it?!
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