Jiang Tao pinched his hands tightly, took a deep breath and kept smiling, "Yes, Miss Song."
Song Yaoyao bent her eyes, went in and soaked comfortably in the hot bath for half an hour, and an hour later, she came out after applying body lotion. Seeing Jiang Tao still standing where she was, the smile on her face suddenly became sweeter.
"Jiang Tao, come and blow dry my hair~~ My hands are sore~"
"Okay, Miss Song."
No matter what Song Yaoyao asked, Jiang Tao never showed any dissatisfaction from the beginning to the end, and Song Yaoyao looked more and more like a vexatious young lady.
After the hair was blown, Song Yaoyao combed her hair, and suddenly said: "Oh, by the way, the bathroom hasn't been cleaned yet, Jiang Tao, did you clean the bathroom before you left? The ground is full of water. When I go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, it's easy Slip and fall~"
She turned her head, staring at Jiang Tao with her dark eyes.
Clear and clean, you can see to the bottom at a glance.
Jiang Tao ignored the discomfort in his heart and nodded in response.
After entering the bathroom, her eyes suddenly turned cold.
A bratty yellow-haired girl, does she really think she is Mrs. Huo
She felt uncomfortable, but she had to follow Song Yaoyao's words.
The bathroom is huge, and I don't know how Song Yaoyao did it. The whole bathroom was covered with water stains and foam.
As Jiang Tao, who used to take care of Dafang's family, had he ever done such rough work
She mopped the floor, cleaned the bathtub, and wiped away the splashes on the walls. When I came out, it was already half an hour later.
The light in the bedroom is dim, the girl is stuck in the soft big bed, her little face is steamed by the heating, and she is sleeping soundly—
For a moment, Jiang Tao had a terrible thought.
What would happen if you covered her face with a quilt while she was resting
As soon as this thought crossed her mind, she was frightened by herself, and quickly exited the room with her lips pursed.
The door closed, and Song Yaoyao, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, slowly opened her eyes.
Where is the slightest sleepiness in those vacant eyes
"It's quite bearable—"
Song Yaoyao sneered, and shrank deeper into the quilt.
Even if she doesn't want the person she likes, she won't allow others to covet him!
In the dead of night, Song Yaoyao lay quietly with her mobile phone that had already been turned off automatically in her schoolbag.
In a high-grade ward of the hospital, Song Ruizheng was furious.
"Zhou Manli! I think you are really sick! Her child is ignorant, so are you ignorant?"
Even if he didn't like that gloomy and sullen little daughter, he never thought of kicking her out. The Song family still didn't need her to eat.
What's more, that girl has changed a lot recently—
"Who knows where she went? It's not like she didn't have any money with her. What if she went to stay in a hotel? What is there to worry about?" Zhou Manli lay on the bed, her face pale.
She went to the bathroom more than a dozen times, and she was completely exhausted at this time.
My body hurts again, and my head is buzzing.
"Ka—"
The door opened, and Song Wenchuan walked in with a sullen expression.
"I've checked, and I can't find any information about Yaoyao in any of the hotels in the city."
"What?!"
Song Rui's expression changed suddenly, "Then send more people to find them immediately. If something embarrassing really happens, will the Song family lose face?"
"Ah… "
Song Wenchuan looked at Song Rui and the indifferent Zhou Manli in disappointment, shook his head and sneered.
"Up to now, what you're thinking about is still the face of the Song family. Don't you worry that if she is a delicate girl who hangs out late at night, will she encounter any trouble? Will she be stalked by gangsters?!"