After saying goodbye to Fangfang, Xiao Ye walked to the gate of the community with the bag in his hand. He was stopped by the security guard and reported a number. The security guard called to confirm and then let him in.
Xiao Ye walked into the villa area, looking left and right as he walked, his face full of envy.
As Fangfang knew, this villa area was indeed a famous wealthy area in Kyoto. The people who lived there were either rich or noble, and many top artists in the entertainment industry also lived here.
Xiao Ye had just graduated for half a year when he was lucky enough to get an interview and get a job at a large company called Shenxin Entertainment. After doing odd jobs like serving tea and water for a few months, he was even luckier to be selected by the company's "second sister" to be her personal assistant.
Although she is just a small assistant, she is the "second sister" of Shenxin Entertainment, second only to the first person and above everyone else!
Being able to be her personal assistant, Xiao Ye suddenly felt that his future was bright!
However, what Xiao Ye never expected was that this female artist who was famous for her "gentleness and kindness" in the entire entertainment industry was actually a cold, selfish, eccentric and extremely difficult person to serve in private.
Xiao Ye had only been with her for a week when he was already so tired that he could hardly breathe. Every day she ordered him around like a slave. She didn't treat her assistant as a human being at all and only did what she wanted.
Once, she seemed to have seen a photo of herself and a newcomer, who was prettier than her. She got angry and kept asking Xiao Ye to do this and that all night. She even asked Xiao Ye to rush over from the rental house at two or three in the morning just to clean the toilet for her.
Xiao Ye could see that this famous female singer, who was known to every household, was gentle and kind with a perfect image in front of her fans and the media, but was a completely different person in private.
Moreover, Xiao Ye felt that every time she looked at him, her eyes were a little strange, like a cat thinking about how to kill the mouse it had just caught!
Xiao Ye wanted to resign more than once, but he was reluctant to give up the pretty good salary and benefits.
There's no other way, I can only endure it until I find a better job.
Besides, what if the artists from other companies are even more perverted?
In short, just be careful. Boys should always know how to protect themselves when they are outside.
Xiao Ye walked to a villa with his bag in hand. Without knocking on the door, the camera at the door automatically shone a light on his face. Then, the door of the villa was opened remotely by the person inside.
He took a deep breath, walked into the villa carefully, passed the garden, came to a two-story house, and gently pushed the door open.
"What's wrong with you? Why did you take so long?!"
As soon as I entered, I heard a woman scolding from inside:
"Speak up, come here!"
Xiao Ye quickly bent down to change into slippers, then walked quickly into the living room with his bag in hand.
He saw a beautiful "auntie" sitting on the sofa, looking at him with dissatisfaction.
Yes, to Xiao Ye, who was only twenty years old, although this woman was very famous and beautiful, she was already thirty-five years old and was indeed Xiao Ye's "aunt".
"Sorry, Sister Yang, I encountered something on the way."
But of course he didn't dare to call this auntie to her face, so he could only call her Sister Yang against his will.
"What about midnight snack?"
Yang Jiaxin looked coldly at the little puppy in front of her. His handsome face full of collagen was filled with fear and nervousness, which made her feel very satisfied.
"Here it is. Do you want to eat now?"
The little puppy lifted the plastic bag in his hand.
"Let me see what you bought."
Yang Jiaxin saw the tiredness on the young man's face. She really liked the tired look on the faces of her subordinates who were busy running around for her.
Because it is proof of her status.
Especially a handsome boy who looked so good, ran more than ten kilometers in the cold night just to buy food that satisfied her, which made Yang Jiaxin feel very comfortable.
"According to your request, Sister Yang, these are all low-oil and low-fat foods. I'll take them out and show them to you."
Xiao Ye took out all the side dishes with less salt and oil from the bag and placed them in front of Yang Jiaxin one by one.
"That's right. Go and give me the bowl and chopsticks."
Yang Jiaxin nodded slightly, and Xiao Ye immediately ran into the kitchen and brought out a pair of silver-white bowls and chopsticks for her.
Yang Jiaxin is very particular about food. Even her bowls and chopsticks are custom-made. It is said that this set of bowls and chopsticks cost several thousand yuan.
Seeing the little puppy put the bowl and chopsticks in front of her, she glared at him with dissatisfaction. Xiao Ye said sorry, then picked up a piece of each dish with chopsticks and put it into the bowl, and then brought the bowl to Yang Jiaxin.
"good."
Yang Jiaxin took the bowl with satisfaction, and stroked Xiao Ye's hand, which made him stiffen.
"Hehehe, you're so cute!"
Yang Jiaxin laughed so hard that her body shook. She casually picked up a piece of stir-fried vegetables with chopsticks and put it into her mouth. After chewing it twice, she frowned slightly and said,
"Why does it smell like alcohol?"
Xiao Ye took a look and remembered that the stir-fried vegetables were placed on the top of the plastic bag. The food box was not completely closed, and the slightly plump young lady seemed to have sprayed some of it in when she vomited.
He lowered his head and stood respectfully: "Probably the bar."
"Cooking wine?" Yang Jiaxin chewed a few more times, picked up a bowl of soup and took a sip, then looked up and asked:
"Is there cooking wine in this soup?"
Xiao Ye took a look and saw that the plastic box of soup was placed next to the stir-fried vegetables. It probably couldn't escape the harm of that young lady.
He said nonchalantly, "The chef here likes to use his homemade cooking wine."
"Yeah." Yang Jiaxin nodded and took another sip of soup.
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