"Did you miss him when you went to the company?" White housekeeper looked at her insidious smile with a vague face.
"White mother, you laugh so terrible." Yuan Gungun swallowed water and meowed.
White housekeeper put away her smile and returned to her usual serious expression.
Chapter 64 Who is Tang Huang?
Yuan Gungun ate the last bite of the cake and looked around like a thief. He whispered to the white housekeeper’s ear, "White mother, I still want to eat."
"No, master, it is stipulated that you will get angry if you eat the same snack every day." White housekeeper shook her head.
"But master, no, please, I want to eat ice cream pudding." Yuan Gungun kept putting it on her with watery eyes open.
White housekeeper looked at her lovely one’s fingers itch, trying to choke off her swollen face and let her practice.
"Give me something to eat." Yuan Gungun’s delicate voice seemed to have bewitching magic.
Just as the white housekeeper was about to break the work, Yan Yanche came in and said coldly, "Do you want to slap?"
Yuan Gungun turned to him with a flattering smirk and called him "Master" sweetly.
Yan Yanche went over and looked at the white housekeeper and held her leg.
White housekeeper respectfully got up and bent down "master"
"Well" Yan Yan Che should be a light.
Yuan Gungun looked at Yan Yanche and always felt that he was a little different today.
Yan Yanche raised her face and looked at it. Her face was swollen and receded a lot.
"ah!" Yuan Gungun suddenly let out a cry.
"Why?" Yan Yan looked at her with displeasure.
"Hair How did your hair change color? Did you dye it? What? I like silver "Yuan Gungun grabbed his hair and shouted anxiously.
Yan Yanche grabbed his hair and picked her up and walked to the SPA room.
"Where to, Master?"
"shampoo"
SPA room
Yuan Gungun gently helped Yan to wash his head before he knew that the color was sprayed.
"Master, why do you want to make your hair black?"
Yan Yanche closed his eyes and enjoyed her little hand rubbing his head without saying anything.
Yuan Gungun flattened his flat mouth and ignored him, but he was still careless. "Master, it seems that you haven’t had a headache for a long time."
I looked at her with purple eyes and didn’t say anything.
Yuan Gungun looked at him and closed his mouth to help him massage.
Three minutes later, Yuan Gungun washed his hair and wiped his wet hair with a towel, and then he blew it up.
Yan Yanche sat up and pulled her into her arms.
"Well … so I can’t blow" Yuan Gungun meowed.
Yan Yanche unplugged the plug and said lightly, "You will go to the company with me as a secret from the day."
Yuan Gungun stunned his face. "Master, can I continue to work at home?"
Yan Yanche sneered. "Are you sure you have a job here?"
"Yes, my mother said that tasting was also a kind of industrial time."