Author: Thirteen pure onesMachine Translation
“going to the office so late at night? ” Sheng Ming frowned.
He looked at Xia Ling and hesitated.
“going to my house… do you mind? ”
Sheng Ming lived in a big place. It was a small duplex villa. There were servants and Nannies in the villa, and there were many empty rooms.
If Qi Ya went, he would definitely be able to arrange it. However, his and Qi Ya’s identities were a little sensitive, so Sheng Ming was afraid that Qi ya would not be willing.
“Is it convenient? ”
Her eyes were clear. She paused for a moment and looked at him.
“It’s convenient. ” Sheng Ming smiled.
Qi Ya’s attitude was natural and generous, but he couldn’t let it go.
*
The car drove all the way to the outskirts of the city.
Sheng Ming turned on the car music and played soft, pure music.
Soon, they arrived at the villa where Sheng Ming lived. Sheng Ming asked the nanny to arrange for Xia Ling.
The villa was very big, and there was everything from the bathroom to the bathroom.
Xia Ling didn’t bring any clothes, so the nanny brought her a disposable bathrobe from the guest room and took her clothes to wash and dry.
At Sheng Ming’s house, Xia Ling slept very comfortably.
When she woke up, the sky was bright outside.
Xia Ling had a few missed calls on her phone. Some were from mother Yang, and some were from the director of the company.
Xia Ling thought for a moment and called the director of the company.
Resign!
Qi Ya’s current accounting company was very tiring to work in. The money wasn’t much, and it was the standard 996.
There was basically no rest for 365 days a year, and overtime pay was also very little.
Qi Ya had worked for seven years, and now her monthly income was 7000.
In the past, Yang Zhiyuan had to send money to mother Yang, and the Yang family would come every now and then to kick up a fuss, so Qi ya couldn’t bear to work, so she had to maintain her family’s expenses.
But now, Xia Ling had too many ways to make money. A 996-year-old job, Xia Ling didn’t care.
When she broke up with Yang Zhiyuan, she could still get a good sum of money.
*
Xia Ling came down from upstairs and saw Sheng Ming in a sports vest and shorts.
A towel was draped over his neck. He looked wet, as if he had just come out of the bathroom.
Did he get up in the morning to go for a morning jog?
Xia Ling’s gaze fell on the tendons on Sheng Ming’s arms.
He looked skinny in his clothes, but he looked fat in his clothes. This was Sheng Ming’s type, right?
“YOU’RE UP? Then come and eat. ” Sheng Ming seemed to be oblivious to Xia Ling’s gaze.
He went to the kitchen to help the nanny bring the breakfast to the table.
Two cups of soy milk, scallion pancakes, and two refreshing side dishes.
Sheng Ming’s breakfast was very Chinese, and Xia Ling also liked Chinese.
The two of them had a very good table manners, and neither of them spoke during the whole meal.
After dinner, Sheng Ming was ready to go to work.
Xia Ling took his car to the city, got out of the car, and took a taxi instead.
She went back to the Yang family home.
Mother Yang was hungry and was cooking in the kitchen.
For so many years, mother Yang had never gotten used to using natural gas. She had even caused a gas leak and almost caught fire at home.
From then on, Yang Zhiyuan didn’t dare to let mother Yang touch the things in the kitchen again. He would rather let Qi ya be a little more troublesome and take the initiative to do the work.
“I’m back. ” Xia Ling glanced at the kitchen.
The Hood Wasn’t turned on, and the chopping board was littered with wolves. Bits of cabbage were scattered on the ground.
“You’re back. That’s good. Come over and cook. I don’t know how to use this natural gas. Come and help me, ” mother Yang said to Xia Ling without even raising her head as she fumbled with the pot.
Xia Ling said, “I’ve already eaten. MOM, make yourself some food. ”
With that, Xia Ling went straight into the bedroom and closed the door.
“Hey, who is this? ” Mother Yang was quite angry with Xia Ling. She first sprinkled some salt into the pot and then looked at the time.
