Guan Xi:"..."
EXM?
Lord Jiu was waiting for her. Was this another grab?
No Way!
He walked into the Living Room dejectedly and saw Lord Jiu Sitting on the Sofa in the living room.
The Noble Man was wearing a light blue shirt, an expensive black-striped suit jacket, and a tie. He was tall and straight like a pine tree. He looked particularly good in his clothes, and there were two diamond cuffs on the cuffs.
The mature man exuded a cold and abstinent aura.
Xiao Jiuyan had just returned from the company, and now he was asking Butler Xiang to catch the late mistress.
Seeing Guan Xi come in with a lowered face, Guan Xi frowned and asked, "what happened today? ''
Guan Xi heard Xiao Jiuyan's question and looked up. "Master Jiu, I... I went to rehearse the script today. "
Her little head turned. That was the reason.
Master Jiu probably wouldn't go to check it out.
Guan Xi could only think this way. If she knew that Master Jiu knew that she was lying, she would die a terrible death.
Xiao Jiuyan's Deep Eyes looked at Guan Xi's snow-white face indifferently.
He did not check as Guan Xi wished. He curled his thin lips and said expressionlessly, "you're ten minutes late. According to the rules of discipline, eight times. "
"Eight... eight times? "
Guan Xi widened her eyes. She looked a little childish with this expression. "Master Jiu, eight times is better than cutting off my hand! "
Last time, she had to cut off both her hands six times. This time, she could just take the dog with her eight times.
"Your hand is still useful. "
Xiao Jiuyan's eyes swept over Guan Xisheng's white and tender little hands. He said in a light tone, "copy or not? "
"Master Jiu, I. . . "
Guan Xi did not show weakness and nine ye eyes, and then in nine ye cold and abstruse eyes, gradually cower.
She whispered: "Copy copy copy, I copy also not OK? "
Finished, consciously turn around, a set of copy "regulations" out of the pen and paper, to the living room on the coffee table to sit down, resigned to his fate buried hard copy up.
Xiao Jiuyan is sitting in a wheelchair.
From his point of view, the little girl's long hair was tied up in a small ponytail, and a few strands of black hair stuck to her beautifully curving white neck. Looking down, she leaned forward as she copied the rules The collar of some loose white Chiffon clothes, is very cute, lively young girls.
Xiao Jiuyan could not help frowning at this time.
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Guan Xi desperately copy the regulations, but nine ye watching from the side.
She felt a little uneasy and uncomfortable being looked at.
Guan Xi wrote a few lines, looked up at the cold man: "Nine Master, you do not have to look at me here, I will be a good finish. "
Xiao Jiuyan hummed in acknowledgment. He controlled the wheelchair to turn around and left the living room.
Guan Xi was happy to see him leave.
Now that Master Jiu was gone, she could use both hands.
But eight times was still a lot.
Guan Xi wanted to wail.
The two little white hands on the left and right each held a pen and worked hard. Guan Xi Thought of the conclusion that she liked Master Jiu after she asked Bai Xiaomi in the afternoon and felt like her brain was going crazy.
Yesterday, master Jiu was so passionate in bed. Today, he was so heartless when he was sober.
Baby, did you call him a bad guy for nothing?
He took all the advantages for nothing.
An old man like master Jiu, who is cold, perverted, furry, and black-bellied,.
WHO would like him! ? ?
No, I don't like him.
She's not a masochist, she wouldn't like him!