Chapter 7 (2/2)
He was afraid that he would be more and more unable to control his heart.
When he had finished bathing, he returned to the living room on the first floor.
I haven't seen Lin Muyan.
”Mom, where's Lin Muyan?” He asked, turning to Anlan.
”Washing in the backyard.”
”Oh ~” Li Junxi went to the backyard and saw Lin Muyan sitting on a small bench washing clothes.
The wind in December made people shiver, and her beautiful little face was flushed by the wind. A pair of white slender hands were also red by the cold water.
Li Junxi's heart crossed a trace of pity.
But as soon as I think of what happened more than four years ago, I think of Lin Mu Yan's cold and resentful eyes in the evening, and I am afraid that I am too sentimental to remember hatred.
Soon, he locked his heart and became hardened.
”Take the dirty clothes out of my room!” His voice was colder than the cold weather.
”Oh ~” Lin Muyan immediately got up to dry his hands, missed Li Junxi and ran to the second floor.
After cleaning up Li Junxi's dirty clothes, she went back to the backyard again to fight against the cold wind and cold water.
Li Junxi coldly glanced at Lin Muyan and left.
It was getting dark.
Under the dim light outside the house, only Lin Muyan's busy figure can be seen.
Li Junxi's mother and son went back to their rooms after dinner.
But Lin Muyan is still washing.
Over the years, Anlan has been looking for a lot of clothes for her to wash every day. She can pack up a basket of worn and unused clothes, and change the bed sheets and quilt covers every day.If it was not for fear that the clothes of the servants would pollute her and Li Junxi's, she would have let her and those servants' clothes be washed together.
And Anlan is very difficult for her. In winter, she always asks her to do some washing in the morning and one in the evening. Always choose in the coldest time, let her wash outside, not to use the washing machine.
And Li Junxi never objected. Every time I see her cold all over the purple, a trace of pity in the heart, but only a few seconds, will be replaced by indifference.
After Lin Mu Yan has finished washing all the clothes, even the servants have finished their dinner.
She can only eat leftovers.
”Yan Yan, come on, this steamed bread is for you.” Hong Ma took a steamed bun and handed it to Lin Muyan.
She is just like Lin Muyan's mother, caring for her tenderly, leaving something secretly for her every dinner.
”Thank you, Ma Hong!” Lin Muyan was moved and his eyes were full of tears.
”Fool, don't be polite to Mama Hong. Eat it.” Hong Ma gently stroked Lin Moyan's shoulder.
Looking at her four and a half years of suffering from the torture of Li Junxi's mother and son and the white eyes of those servants, she was distressed.
Once the daughter, Leng is a small maid, or the lowest level, even other servants can bully the kind.
Especially today, anlina came to publicize the attraction of Lin Muyan. Lin Muyan was even more scorned by the servants.
”Lin Muyan, when you're full of food, go to the study to help me record information!” Li Junxi's magic sound rings again.
Lin Muyan looked at Li Junxi indifferently. Even though she hated and resented again in her heart, she did not refuse. Think about it. After half a year's endurance, the contract will expire. She quickly puts the steamed bread into her mouth and drinks a few mouthfuls of rice soup.
After swallowing, she quickly ran upstairs to the study to help.
Li Junxi often brings back the work that the Secretary has to do and leaves it to Lin Muyan.
Looking at the stack of information in front of him, Lin Muyan did not dare to hesitate. After sitting down, he immediately started work.
She had to record all the data into the computer before Li Junxi went to work the next day.
Thinking of the past, because she was not familiar with some professional terms, she often made mistakes, and often recorded several materials overnight.
But Li Junxi also never showed mercy. Scolding and sarcasm are inevitable. What's more severe is that he is not allowed to eat breakfast.