Chapter 169 (1/2)

In the morning, I was woken up by the faint knock on the door. I vaguely refused a few words, and then I went to sleep again.

I don't know how long later, a ray of sunlight came in from the curtain gap, just fell on the head of the bed. Wave away the annoying light, suddenly remembered that this morning there are things to do, immediately lost sleep.

I felt the alarm clock on the bedside table and had a look. It's 8:50.

This alarm clock should be OK, right?

He shook it in his hand and then stuck it to his ear.

TA, Ta, ta

So he put his head back in the pillow and struggled for a little, but still had to face the reality.

Picked up the phone at the head of the bed, dialed a series of numbers, put on a pair of languid tone after connecting, claimed that he was uncomfortable, so, so, finally muddled through.

I got away from work and I was in a good mood.

I can't help thinking.

It would be better if it could go on like this all the time.

There's a chance.

It's just that what she wants is real freedom, not to be a man's secret.

He sighed in secret.

In a flash, the mood of change went down again.

Some of them dressed and washed mechanically and left the bedroom. When they went downstairs, they met the girl who liked to wear horsetail and came out of a room with a stack of papers. When they saw her, the girl politely said, ”good morning, Ms. Kinsky.”

Glancing at the door behind her, she nodded, ”good morning, where's Jennie?”

Jennifer came up and said, ”she's gone shopping. She'll be back around noon. Would you like breakfast? ”

”Well, thank you.”

”Come with me.”

When she came downstairs and sat down in a small restaurant, Jennifer brought her a breakfast and put it in front of her. She said, ”Ms. Kinsky, just leave the tableware here. You can call me if you have anything.”

As she watched Jennifer leave, Natasha Kinsky picked up the cutlery and began to eat slowly. Villa seems very quiet, but she is inexplicably enjoying this feeling.

Of course.

It seems better to have a housekeeper and a maid.

That man, who can buy such a big house at will, but doesn't hire a servant, is really a strange guy.

There is also the matter of lodging.

I don't know how to let him go. Oh, trouble.

Now that I've put off my morning work, I don't have to leave in a hurry. To fill her stomach, Natasha Kinsky thought of the situation when she came downstairs, so she went to a door on the second floor and knocked with her hand.

In response, he pushed the door and went in.

A large study, more than 200 square meters, with a lot of easels in the room, so it looks like those art classrooms in the University.

Seeing her coming in, the man behind the desk who was tapping the keyboard just nodded and turned his attention to the computer screen again. She did not make a sound. She paced like a cat, enjoying the concept pictures of the film on the easel one by one.

Batman.

She knows that.

It's just that.

Burning bats, overturned heavy trucks, exploding buildings, ruins of the city Can all of these be realized in movies?