Chatper 718 (1/2)

Yan Yinuo smiled like a flower, and Amon called her just now, "What's the matter? It's just going out for a while, I can't move you by myself, you have to change your quilt and bed sheets."

She stood beside Pei Yibai's bed, talking softly.

Seeing Yan Yinuo's behavior, the butler showed a disapproving expression.

Miss Yinuo and Mr. Duke have been engaged for a long time, but they are so close to a strange man.

He could naturally see that Yan Yinuo was unusual to the man named Amon in front of him. She didn't like Duke, but liked a man like Amon.

But, Duke will let it go?

"Mmm." Pei Yi's Baijun face was condensed, and his eyes swept towards the direction of the bathroom as if inadvertently.

There was a crack in the door, revealing a pair of dark eyes.

Noticing his gaze, Song Weiwei's heart beat faster, and he was so frightened that he quietly closed the door.

She leaned against the door panel panting, her eyes a little sore.

Song Weiyi didn't dare to make too much noise, so he pricked up his ears to listen to the sounds outside.

"You guys, help Aimeng up and change the sheets and quilts." Yan Yinuo ordered to the servant.

Immediately, a servant came to Pei Yibai's bed and held out his hand to him.

Pei Yi frowned, "No, I can do it myself."

Then, with the help of the strength of the wall, he stood up.

Yan Yinuo's smile froze, and he walked over quickly, and said in disapproval: "Aimon, don't be brave, you are hurt so badly, I will support you..."

"Thank you, no need." The same voice, the same tone, rejected Yan Yinuo's kindness.

She bit her lip, and after a while, she backed away slightly.

"Okay, you guys should move faster and deal with this."

Pei Yibai's polite and alienated voice reached Song Weiyi's ears, and her tight heart felt better.

If she really wanted to call Yan Yinuo affectionately like just now, and flirt with her sweetly, she would definitely not be able to bear it, and would rush out to fight Pei Yibai desperately.

Song Weiyi covered his chest, at least, he was a little indifferent to Yan Yinuo, not just to himself, right?

It didn't take long for the sheets and quilt covers to be changed.

"The floor is greasy, you sweep it, and then go to the mop to mop it." Yan Yinuo frowned, pointing to the oil stains on the floor and said.

Pei Yibai listened to her ordinary tone, but his eyes flicked to the closed bathroom door.

There was a woman hiding there.

A woman who sneaked into Yan's house wearing a mask.

"Yes, miss."

The maid went there to mop immediately.

Song Weiyi heard something wrong, and he was confused again.

Damn it, if you want to mop the floor, don't you need water?

Don't you have to go to the bathroom?

She looked around, the bathroom was huge, but there was nowhere to hide!

Yan Yinuo, why don't you just say mopping the floor?

Song Weiyi hated Yan Yinuo to death in his heart, but at this moment, he wanted to cry but had no tears.

After a while, the servant came up with a mop, dry.

She walked towards the bathroom naturally, a mocking expression flashed in Pei Yibai's eyes.

"Click" to open the door.

"Hey, the water is on, it's almost overflowing." The servant looked suspiciously at the full water in the bathtub.

Subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Pei Yibai.

It feels a bit wrong, could it be that this Mr. Amon also likes to take bubble baths? I really can't see that he has such a special habit.

She shivered violently. Strange things happen every year, especially this year.

"What are you still stupid about?" Yan Yinuo asked displeasedly when she saw the maid kept looking back at Pei Yibai, her pretty face sank.