Chapter 53
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Ye Huanyan couldn't tell the truth of Linghan's words at the moment. She never felt that Linghan was a person who would accept others' opinions with an open mind. He was always conceited.
"In fact, there are not many... That is, the face stinks a little at ordinary times..."
She lowered her head and carefully measured Ling Han's reaction with the remaining light from the corner of her eyes.
He bowed his head to serve the dishes, with an indifferent face, "continue."
Ye Huanyan coughed twice and said boldly, "you don't seem to remember the name of the previous servant. The aunts shouted casually. Wherever they did not do well at home, they were all in trouble, and a group of people followed suit." She looked up at Ling Han, saw that he looked calm, and continued,
"For example, this aromatherapy lamp thing, in fact, is that Ah Mui stole things. Although other aunts are suspected of shielding, you should also find out why they shielding, because if someone comes to you to complain, and you can't remember who stole things, you simply ask arbor to dismiss all these people directly. It's the same as what happened now, but sooner or later, so they will drag …”
"Cough..." Ling Han's sudden cough startled ye Huanyan, and his face suddenly turned white,
"I... I just casually... Say so..."
She looked at Ling Han, but found nothing unusual on his face. She just took the water cup at hand and drank a sip of water.
"So, in fact, sometimes you can... Change it appropriately."
"Well."
Ling Han's voice was not loud. It seemed to answer her. She couldn't believe it.
"In fact, there aren't too many servants at home. Lingling can be busy by herself. You can remember her name... Don't worry..."
Ling Han glanced at her and said so much. He came to the conclusion that the woman really didn't know what was in her mind. He looked pale, "whatever you want, if you don't mind being served and don't bother, the next batch of servants won't have to look for it."
"I don't mind the trouble..." ye Huanyan nodded hurriedly. "I always think it's better to have fewer outsiders at home. If you can, you don't need a servant. In the past, there was only an aunt who helped cook..."
Ling Han's face suddenly sank for a few minutes.
"The home you said is the Ling home or your former home."
Ye Huanyan was a little stunned, and his smile froze on his face, "it's all... It's all. My mother doesn't like having too many servants at home, so..."
Yes, no wonder later, after Ling Dongming married Jiang Meilan, the servants in the family were inexplicably dismissed. Thinking of this, Ling Han's face wore a look of ridicule.
His mother, Wen Qingwan, was the daughter of a rich family. She was used to being served since childhood, as was Ling Dongming. Therefore, after the two got married, the number of servants in the family was always the more the better, and each performed his own duties. The cook would not help wipe the floor, and the floor cleaner would not put bath water on the floor part-time. When Wen Qingwan was alive, even a girl from the countryside helped her hold her dog.
"What kind of identity, with what kind of life."
The frozen smile on ye Huanyan's face gradually disappeared. Although he didn't quite understand what he was saying, it was probably not a good word.
The atmosphere, which was once a rare harmony, was destroyed by one sentence. She didn't quite understand what had affected Ling Han's uncertain temperament. If it was really because of his behavior six months ago, the reaction would be too extreme.
After all, it was not he who suffered that night.
She lowered her head and no longer dared to speak. Lingling happened to bring a bowl of black rice porridge and put it in front of Ling Han, "young master, the porridge is hot."
Ling Han glanced at ye Huanyan, who lowered his head and said nothing. He raised his hand and touched the edge of the bowl, frowning, "it's too hot."
Lingling's face froze, and she quickly reached out to carry it. "I'll go to the kitchen and get a fan to cool it for a while."
Seeing her look flustered, Ling Han somehow thought of what ye Huanyan had just said in his brain, and he was a little confused. Was he really too strict with the servant at ordinary times?
"Don't be busy. I still have a contract to see."
Ling Han stood up, scared Lingling stiff, thought he was angry, trembled and bowed his head, and did not dare to say a word, for fear that Ling Han would say that she would not come tomorrow.
Ye Huanyan couldn't look down, muttering in a low voice, "it's just a little hot, just blow it. I don't care about these few minutes."
This fell in Ling Han's ear, and he glanced at ye Huanyan. "Secretary Ye has a lot of time? Eat porridge, I have something else to do."
The door of the study on the second floor clicked shut, and his indifference seemed to leave a trace of chill in the living room and dining room. Lingling looked at the porridge on the table and pursed her mouth, "Miss ye, I'll go and serve you a bowl again."
"No, he hasn't eaten this bowl."
Ye Huanyan conveniently picked up the bowl of porridge in front of Ling Han, put it in front of him, and scooped it into his mouth with a spoon. After drinking two mouthfuls, he felt that it tasted good. Seeing Lingling still standing aside, she looked terrified. In her heart, she also knew that she was disturbed by the storm of being dismissed by the previous batch of servants. She had been doing things like a yes man recently.
"Well, Lingling, put the porridge in a bowl and dry it for a while. I'll send it to the young master later."
If Lingling was pardoned, she looked at ye Huanyan with gratitude like a stone fell to the ground in the Buddha's heart, "OK, I'll go now, thank you, Miss Ye."
Looking at Lingling's back, ye Huanyan was a little melancholy. The servant's mind was actually very simple. His owner loved to eat what he made. There was nothing wrong with it at ordinary times.
It happened that Ling Han never praised others. He just finished eating porridge. When someone brought it, he didn't drink it again, which inevitably made the little girl panic.
After dinner, ye Huanyan stretched at the table. Ling Han was not with her. She was inexplicably comfortable and delicious. She was about to go back to her room to rest. Lingling brought a bowl of porridge from the kitchen with some snacks, looking at ye Huanyan expectantly.
At the moment, ye Huanyan regretted that she had promised Lingling to deliver her porridge. She looked at the study on the second floor and sighed silently in her heart.
It's been a week since they moved to the guest room, and they seem to be safe with each other. At this moment, when carrying this bowl of porridge, they always feel that one of them is going to bump into Ling Han's strange temper accidentally, and then he will bump into the muzzle of a gun. He thinks he's in trouble, and he mentions that he wants to move back to the old house by himself. What should he do?
"Miss ye..." Lingling stared at her wrongfully.
"Give it to me... Give it to me." Ye Huanyan gritted her teeth, took the plate from Lingling's hand, took a deep breath and took steps.
The solid wood stairs are covered with soft carpets. It's very comfortable to step on them, like stepping on the green grass. Ye Huanyan's heart is beating drums. Today's Ling Han looks different from usual, and his attitude towards himself is not as tough as usual. It's OK to have a chat with her at dinner today.
All this gave her a premonition of the eve of the storm.
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Ye Huanyan couldn't tell the truth of Linghan's words at the moment. She never felt that Linghan was a person who would accept others' opinions with an open mind. He was always conceited.
"In fact, there are not many... That is, the face stinks a little at ordinary times..."
She lowered her head and carefully measured Ling Han's reaction with the remaining light from the corner of her eyes.
He bowed his head to serve the dishes, with an indifferent face, "continue."
Ye Huanyan coughed twice and said boldly, "you don't seem to remember the name of the previous servant. The aunts shouted casually. Wherever they did not do well at home, they were all in trouble, and a group of people followed suit." She looked up at Ling Han, saw that he looked calm, and continued,
"For example, this aromatherapy lamp thing, in fact, is that Ah Mui stole things. Although other aunts are suspected of shielding, you should also find out why they shielding, because if someone comes to you to complain, and you can't remember who stole things, you simply ask arbor to dismiss all these people directly. It's the same as what happened now, but sooner or later, so they will drag …”
"Cough..." Ling Han's sudden cough startled ye Huanyan, and his face suddenly turned white,
"I... I just casually... Say so..."
She looked at Ling Han, but found nothing unusual on his face. She just took the water cup at hand and drank a sip of water.
"So, in fact, sometimes you can... Change it appropriately."
"Well."
Ling Han's voice was not loud. It seemed to answer her. She couldn't believe it.
"In fact, there aren't too many servants at home. Lingling can be busy by herself. You can remember her name... Don't worry..."
Ling Han glanced at her and said so much. He came to the conclusion that the woman really didn't know what was in her mind. He looked pale, "whatever you want, if you don't mind being served and don't bother, the next batch of servants won't have to look for it."
"I don't mind the trouble..." ye Huanyan nodded hurriedly. "I always think it's better to have fewer outsiders at home. If you can, you don't need a servant. In the past, there was only an aunt who helped cook..."
Ling Han's face suddenly sank for a few minutes.
"The home you said is the Ling home or your former home."
Ye Huanyan was a little stunned, and his smile froze on his face, "it's all... It's all. My mother doesn't like having too many servants at home, so..."
Yes, no wonder later, after Ling Dongming married Jiang Meilan, the servants in the family were inexplicably dismissed. Thinking of this, Ling Han's face wore a look of ridicule.
His mother, Wen Qingwan, was the daughter of a rich family. She was used to being served since childhood, as was Ling Dongming. Therefore, after the two got married, the number of servants in the family was always the more the better, and each performed his own duties. The cook would not help wipe the floor, and the floor cleaner would not put bath water on the floor part-time. When Wen Qingwan was alive, even a girl from the countryside helped her hold her dog.
"What kind of identity, with what kind of life."
The frozen smile on ye Huanyan's face gradually disappeared. Although he didn't quite understand what he was saying, it was probably not a good word.
The atmosphere, which was once a rare harmony, was destroyed by one sentence. She didn't quite understand what had affected Ling Han's uncertain temperament. If it was really because of his behavior six months ago, the reaction would be too extreme.
After all, it was not he who suffered that night.
She lowered her head and no longer dared to speak. Lingling happened to bring a bowl of black rice porridge and put it in front of Ling Han, "young master, the porridge is hot."
Ling Han glanced at ye Huanyan, who lowered his head and said nothing. He raised his hand and touched the edge of the bowl, frowning, "it's too hot."
Lingling's face froze, and she quickly reached out to carry it. "I'll go to the kitchen and get a fan to cool it for a while."
Seeing her look flustered, Ling Han somehow thought of what ye Huanyan had just said in his brain, and he was a little confused. Was he really too strict with the servant at ordinary times?
"Don't be busy. I still have a contract to see."
Ling Han stood up, scared Lingling stiff, thought he was angry, trembled and bowed his head, and did not dare to say a word, for fear that Ling Han would say that she would not come tomorrow.
Ye Huanyan couldn't look down, muttering in a low voice, "it's just a little hot, just blow it. I don't care about these few minutes."
This fell in Ling Han's ear, and he glanced at ye Huanyan. "Secretary Ye has a lot of time? Eat porridge, I have something else to do."
The door of the study on the second floor clicked shut, and his indifference seemed to leave a trace of chill in the living room and dining room. Lingling looked at the porridge on the table and pursed her mouth, "Miss ye, I'll go and serve you a bowl again."
"No, he hasn't eaten this bowl."
Ye Huanyan conveniently picked up the bowl of porridge in front of Ling Han, put it in front of him, and scooped it into his mouth with a spoon. After drinking two mouthfuls, he felt that it tasted good. Seeing Lingling still standing aside, she looked terrified. In her heart, she also knew that she was disturbed by the storm of being dismissed by the previous batch of servants. She had been doing things like a yes man recently.
"Well, Lingling, put the porridge in a bowl and dry it for a while. I'll send it to the young master later."
If Lingling was pardoned, she looked at ye Huanyan with gratitude like a stone fell to the ground in the Buddha's heart, "OK, I'll go now, thank you, Miss Ye."
Looking at Lingling's back, ye Huanyan was a little melancholy. The servant's mind was actually very simple. His owner loved to eat what he made. There was nothing wrong with it at ordinary times.
It happened that Ling Han never praised others. He just finished eating porridge. When someone brought it, he didn't drink it again, which inevitably made the little girl panic.
After dinner, ye Huanyan stretched at the table. Ling Han was not with her. She was inexplicably comfortable and delicious. She was about to go back to her room to rest. Lingling brought a bowl of porridge from the kitchen with some snacks, looking at ye Huanyan expectantly.
At the moment, ye Huanyan regretted that she had promised Lingling to deliver her porridge. She looked at the study on the second floor and sighed silently in her heart.
It's been a week since they moved to the guest room, and they seem to be safe with each other. At this moment, when carrying this bowl of porridge, they always feel that one of them is going to bump into Ling Han's strange temper accidentally, and then he will bump into the muzzle of a gun. He thinks he's in trouble, and he mentions that he wants to move back to the old house by himself. What should he do?
"Miss ye..." Lingling stared at her wrongfully.
"Give it to me... Give it to me." Ye Huanyan gritted her teeth, took the plate from Lingling's hand, took a deep breath and took steps.
The solid wood stairs are covered with soft carpets. It's very comfortable to step on them, like stepping on the green grass. Ye Huanyan's heart is beating drums. Today's Ling Han looks different from usual, and his attitude towards himself is not as tough as usual. It's OK to have a chat with her at dinner today.
All this gave her a premonition of the eve of the storm.
Ye Huanyan couldn't tell the truth of Linghan's words at the moment. She never felt that Linghan was a person who would accept others' opinions with an open mind. He was always conceited."In fact, there are not many... That is, the face stinks a little at ordinary times..."She lowered her head and carefully measured Ling Han's reaction with the remaining light from the corner of her eyes.He bowed his head to serve the dishes, with an indifferent face, "continue."Ye Huanyan coughed twice and said boldly, "you don't seem to remember the name of the previous servant. The aunts shouted casually. Wherever they did not do well at home, they were all in trouble, and a group of people followed suit." She looked up at Ling Han, saw that he looked calm, and continued,"For example, this aromatherapy lamp thing, in fact, is that Ah Mui stole things. Although other aunts are suspected of shielding, you should also find out why they shielding, because if someone comes to you to complain, and you can't remember who stole things, you simply ask arbor to dismiss all these people directly. It's the same as what happened now, but sooner or later, so they will drag "Cough..." Ling Han's sudden cough startled ye Huanyan, and his face suddenly turned white,"I... I just casually... Say so..."She looked at Ling Han, but found nothing unusual on his face. She just took the water cup at hand and drank a sip of water."So, in fact, sometimes you can... Change it appropriately.""Well."Ling Han's voice was not loud. It seemed to answer her. She couldn't believe it."In fact, there aren't too many servants at home. Lingling can be busy by herself. You can remember her name... Don't worry..."Ling Han glanced at her and said so much. He came to the conclusion that the woman really didn't know what was in her mind. He looked pale, "whatever you want, if you don't mind being served and don't bother, the next batch of servants won't have to look for it.""I don't mind the trouble..." ye Huanyan nodded hurriedly. "I always think it's better to have fewer outsiders at home. If you can, you don't need a servant. In the past, there was only an aunt who helped cook..."Ling Han's face suddenly sank for a few minutes."The home you said is the Ling home or your former home."Ye Huanyan was a little stunned, and his smile froze on his face, "it's all... It's all. My mother doesn't like having too many servants at home, so..."Yes, no wonder later, after Ling Dongming married Jiang Meilan, the servants in the family were inexplicably dismissed. Thinking of this, Ling Han's face wore a look of ridicule.His mother, Wen Qingwan, was the daughter of a rich family. She was used to being served since childhood, as was Ling Dongming. Therefore, after the two got married, the number of servants in the family was always the more the better, and each performed his own duties. The cook would not help wipe the floor, and the floor cleaner would not put bath water on the floor part-time. When Wen Qingwan was alive, even a girl from the countryside helped her hold her dog."What kind of identity, with what kind of life."The frozen smile on ye Huanyan's face gradually disappeared. Although he didn't quite understand what he was saying, it was probably not a good word.The atmosphere, which was once a rare harmony, was destroyed by one sentence. She didn't quite understand what had affected Ling Han's uncertain temperament. If it was really because of his behavior six months ago, the reaction would be too extreme.After all, it was not he who suffered that night.She lowered her head and no longer dared to speak. Lingling happened to bring a bowl of black rice porridge and put it in front of Ling Han, "young master, the porridge is hot."Ling Han glanced at ye Huanyan, who lowered his head and said nothing. He raised his hand and touched the edge of the bowl, frowning, "it's too hot."Lingling's face froze, and she quickly reached out to carry it. "I'll go to the kitchen and get a fan to cool it for a while."Seeing her look flustered, Ling Han somehow thought of what ye Huanyan had just said in his brain, and he was a little confused. Was he really too strict with the servant at ordinary times?"Don't be busy. I still have a contract to see."Ling Han stood up, scared Lingling stiff, thought he was angry, trembled and bowed his head, and did not dare to say a word, for fear that Ling Han would say that she would not come tomorrow.Ye Huanyan couldn't look down, muttering in a low voice, "it's just a little hot, just blow it. I don't care about these few minutes."This fell in Ling Han's ear, and he glanced at ye Huanyan. "Secretary Ye has a lot of time? Eat porridge, I have something else to do."The door of the study on the second floor clicked shut, and his indifference seemed to leave a trace of chill in the living room and dining room. Lingling looked at the porridge on the table and pursed her mouth, "Miss ye, I'll go and serve you a bowl again.""No, he hasn't eaten this bowl."Ye Huanyan conveniently picked up the bowl of porridge in front of Ling Han, put it in front of him, and scooped it into his mouth with a spoon. After drinking two mouthfuls, he felt that it tasted good. Seeing Lingling still standing aside, she looked terrified. In her heart, she also knew that she was disturbed by the storm of being dismissed by the previous batch of servants. She had been doing things like a yes man recently."Well, Lingling, put the porridge in a bowl and dry it for a while. I'll send it to the young master later."If Lingling was pardoned, she looked at ye Huanyan with gratitude like a stone fell to the ground in the Buddha's heart, "OK, I'll go now, thank you, Miss Ye."Looking at Lingling's back, ye Huanyan was a little melancholy. The servant's mind was actually very simple. His owner loved to eat what he made. There was nothing wrong with it at ordinary times.It happened that Ling Han never praised others. He just finished eating porridge. When someone brought it, he didn't drink it again, which inevitably made the little girl panic.After dinner, ye Huanyan stretched at the table. Ling Han was not with her. She was inexplicably comfortable and delicious. She was about to go back to her room to rest. Lingling brought a bowl of porridge from the kitchen with some snacks, looking at ye Huanyan expectantly.At the moment, ye Huanyan regretted that she had promised Lingling to deliver her porridge. She looked at the study on the second floor and sighed silently in her heart.It's been a week since they moved to the guest room, and they seem to be safe with each other. At this moment, when carrying this bowl of porridge, they always feel that one of them is going to bump into Ling Han's strange temper accidentally, and then he will bump into the muzzle of a gun. He thinks he's in trouble, and he mentions that he wants to move back to the old house by himself. What should he do?"Miss ye..." Lingling stared at her wrongfully."Give it to me... Give it to me." Ye Huanyan gritted her teeth, took the plate from Lingling's hand, took a deep breath and took steps.The solid wood stairs are covered with soft carpets. It's very comfortable to step on them, like stepping on the green grass. Ye Huanyan's heart is beating drums. Today's Ling Han looks different from usual, and his attitude towards himself is not as tough as usual. It's OK to have a chat with her at dinner today.All this gave her a premonition of the eve of the storm.
