Chatper 729 (1/2)

"Oh, by the way, drag the floor and redistribute your work. The Yan family does not support idlers. I have printed out the content you will be responsible for in the future. You can see for yourself."

The housekeeper didn't take a few steps, but stopped suddenly, turned around with a smile on his face, and handed a piece of paper to Song Weiyi.

On the top, densely packed, it clearly shows what she will be responsible for in the future.

He is no longer Pei Yibai's exclusive chef, so chores such as cleaning and planting flowers and plants are all assigned to Song Weiyi.

It was definitely revenge, to enslave her a pregnant woman.

"I see." Song Weiwei put away the paper lightly.

Unexpectedly, the butler of the Yan family turned out to be a small-minded person.

But it's human nature, she wasn't too angry.

The next day, at five o'clock in the morning, there was a loud "knock knock" knock on the door.

Song Weiyi was soundly asleep, and when he heard this suddenly, he was a little dazed.

"Lisa, get up and go to work, do you hear me!" Not long after, there was a urging voice outside.

She suddenly remembered what the butler said last night, and immediately understood why they woke her up so early.

"Lisa, wake up!"

"Here we come!" Song Weiyi took a deep breath.

She bears it!

Song Weiwei got up quickly, brushed his teeth and washed his hands, and showed up on time ten minutes later.

"Let's go wash the vegetables in the kitchen first."

From an exclusive chef to a small vegetable washer, it was only because of a lie that her status changed drastically.

Song Weiyi chuckled, lowered his head and covered his stomach.

"Okay." She went, and stayed in the kitchen until half past six.

At 7:30, for breakfast, the food was very simple and stale, Song Weiyi didn't even have the appetite to open his mouth at all.

"I won't eat, I will continue to work."

"Hey, what's the hurry?"

Song Weiyi turned a blind eye to these words, not in a hurry? She was very anxious.

She took the rag, walked into the living room, wiped this and that.

At eight o'clock, Yan Yinuo went downstairs on time.

Xu Lijing was by her side.

Song Weiyi immediately stood firm, his hand seemed to be careless, and knocked down a small vase.

There was a muffled sound of "bang" suddenly.

Song Weiyi opened his mouth wide and subconsciously screamed "Ah".

"It's so noisy early in the morning..." Yan Yinuo's face was swollen, and she didn't sleep well last night, which caused her to get up very angry at this moment.

"I'm sorry, Miss." Song Weiyi met Shang Yan Yinuo's sullen eyes with tears in his eyes.

She lowered her head, her voice was crying, and her whole body was shaking violently.

"I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it, Miss..."

The small porcelain vase from the Qing Dynasty was smashed to pieces and lay quietly on the ground.

"Lisa, is that you?" Yan Yinuo looked suspicious.

All right, why is Lisa here?

"It's...it's me." Song Weiyi's head was about to be buried on the ground, with an expression of extreme shame.

"Why are you here?" Yan Yinuo frowned tightly.

"I work." Song Weiyi nervously squeezed the rag with his hand, and replied uneasily.

"Work?"