"No one is allowed to enter Miss's bedroom! If you don't give me your things, don't even think about stepping in this door today!"
Zi Ling insisted on opening her arms, blocking the door of the bedroom, her pretty face was full of anger.
Before the young lady left, she specially handed over the courtyard to her care.
She was incompetent and failed to live up to Miss's expectations.
Let the maid arranged by the second lady renovate the front and back of this place.
The bedroom must not retreat half a step!
Rao Ziling, who has never been to college, also knows that the bedroom is a person's biggest secret space.
Before leaving, the lady asked her to look after the yard.
It must be because there is something in the yard that cannot be touched by anyone other than her.
Several maids showed angry faces, and behind them were two maids who looked delicate and weak, but were extremely agile, rushed forward, clasping Zi Ling's arms from left to right.
With a "click", Ziling screamed.
Her two arms were directly pinched and broken by the strength of the two maids.
The maid holding the red quilt sneered endlessly: "Do you really think of yourself as Miss Seven's personal maid? Do you really think that Miss Seven will turn over and become the master, and you, a lame waste, will be able to make a fortune with you? Lame a leg, what's the matter?" If you can't even do it, Miss Seven will want you? Don't take yourself too seriously!"
She stepped over, freed a hand, and slammed it fiercely at Zi Ling's face.
"boom-"
With a loud noise, the red quilt suddenly flew up and fell to the ground with the wind.
Immediately, he saw a petite body rolling several times in the air, and smashed heavily on the red quilt.
The servant girl who fell on the ground spat out a mouthful of blood, and her whole body twitched in pain.
The eyes of the two maids holding Zi Ling flashed, and they immediately stared in the direction of the attack in horror.
When I entered my eyes, I saw a figure like a flame coming slowly.
She held her hands behind her back, and her red dress was like a flame. When she walked, she could see the skirt fluttering, like a phoenix spreading its wings, or like a blooming rose.
The steps are light, elegant and dignified.
"Seven, Miss Seven..."
The faces of the two servant girls turned pale.
They let go of Zi Ling's arms, and knelt down with a plop: "Miss Qi, please forgive me... Miss Qi, please forgive me, things are not what you think..."
Zi Ling, who lost her support, went limp all over and fell limply.
In the next second, that delicate and small body was caught by a slender arm.
Zi Ling's painful facial features were distorted, and he smelled a familiar and quiet fragrance in a daze.
She opened her eyes vigorously, and when she saw the familiar face she was thinking about, a warm smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Miss, Ling'er is finally waiting for you."
That smile, that ethereal voice, made Ye Qingluo's heart tremble fiercely.
The slender fingers on Zi Ling's shoulders curled up one by one.
She hooked a smile and was extremely gentle: "I'm back."
When she raised her eyes again, she stared at the two maids.
Her brows became cold, and her long and narrow eyes glowed with a cold gleam.
The smile on the corner of his mouth was gradually replaced by a frost-like coldness.
"My people, it's not up to you to teach me a lesson." Ye Qingluo's cold voice was like a ghost, "As for whether Ling'er will follow me to prosperity, it's up to you to speculate."
Ye Qing paused, raised his foot and hooked the jaw of one of the servant girls: "Who gave you the courage to speculate on the master's thoughts at will?"
The maid was trembling, her body trembling, and she kept yelling apologies.
"The person you want to apologize to is not this young master." Ye Qingluo lifted Zi Ling and pushed it in front of her, "Zi Ling, I taught you the truth, do you still remember?"