C18 Aunt Yun Stinger!

A cold autumn rain fell, and the rain that began in the middle of the night continued until the early hours of the morning before it gradually began to subside. Jiang Yunting finally cleared his mind and went to sleep, but the biological clock woke him up at seven o'clock.

Rubbing his dizzy temples, Jiang Yunting lifted the blanket and headed to the bathroom. However, to Jiang Yunting, the most complete and complete bathing facilities were no different from those of the most ordinary ones.

A familiar coldness smashed into every single one of his pores, and Jiang Yunting's state of mind gradually cleared up. How long had it been? No matter how late he slept, he would wake up at seven o'clock sharp on time. He even got into the bad habit of taking cold showers.

"Knock knock knock." Three faint knocks on the door could be heard. Jiang Yunting frowned and turned off the valve.

After knocking thrice, a minute later, Ye Qingqing still had not heard a response from her room. She could only raise her hand to knock on the door again.

The door suddenly opened from the inside. Ye Qingqing was caught off guard and had to lean forward due to the inertia. "Ha!"

He didn't feel any pain like he had expected. As he was breathing, he could smell the fragrance of the shower gel. In front of him was actually a large amount of light wheat colored skin that was suffused with water droplets. No, this was still pecs!

"Have you had enough fun?" An impatient voice rang out, and in a second, Ye Qingqing was pushed away with all her might, almost falling to the ground. Luckily, her hands were quick enough to catch hold of the door frame.

Without waiting for Ye Qingqing to react, the door that he had knocked on with great difficulty was slammed shut by Jiang Yunting. The person with the greatest strength was not closing the door, but rather beating someone up.

"It was clearly you who suddenly opened the door, why are you in such a bad mood!" Ye Qingqing rubbed her nose as she felt the waves of anger in the air. Then, she went downstairs to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Jiang Yunting.

What happened last night seemed like a dream. Jiang Yunting was still that inviolable president of the corporation, while Ye Qingqing was still a babysitter who had been sold off, unbeknownst to anyone, and allowed the CEO to bully and bully her.

However, there was only a knife and fork on the table. Ye Qingqing had gone from sitting across from Jiang Yunting to standing about half a meter away from him. It was very difficult for people to not pay attention to these inescapable facts.

"Ye Qingqing, the breakfast you made is still the same. It's hard to swallow."

He wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin and threw it into Ye Qingqing's arms in disgust, "Ye Zhengde is too careless. When I teach you how to deal with beauties, I can't even bear to send you to a cooking lesson?"

"Director Jiang does not like what I cook, so you can ask the famous chef to cook it yourself." Ye Qingqing brushed away the hand that was pinching her chin. Her eyebrows were raised, but it was just a slight frown.

There was no other way. No matter what she said, Jiang Yunting would stubbornly believe that she was Ji Yuuo. She might as well just let him think like this. As long as she was safe for the time being, it wouldn't matter if he took the blame.

"Tsk, your mouth is quite formidable." Jiang Yunting didn't wait for Ye Qingqing either. He turned around and walked towards the entrance of the mansion. Ye Qingqing had no choice but to follow closely behind him.

Because of this, Ye Qingqing had no way of knowing that Jiang Yunting was smiling.

"Director Jiang, this is?"

When Jiang Yunting reached the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around. He stretched out his arms in front of Ye Qingqing, standing straight in front of her.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you." With a smile that wasn't a smile, Jiang Yunting folded his arms across his chest. "From today onwards, your work here will not only include the work you did previously, but also the meals and living with me."

Ye Qingqing shrugged her shoulders helplessly. She picked up a suit from a nearby rack and approached Jiang Yunting, "Director Jiang, didn't anyone tell you to stretch your arms when you're wearing clothes?"

This unexpected resistance did not anger Jiang Yunting. Instead, he obediently spread out his slender arms and allowed Ye Qingqing to put on her suit. Although the process wasn't smooth, in short, when Jiang Yunting saw the displeasure on Ye Qingqing's face, he pulled her into his embrace.

"Director Jiang, did you not eat your breakfast well?"

Ye Qingqing admitted that she really wanted to break free from this tyrannical grasp. However, when she thought about her plan, she managed to resist the intense waves of discomfort and trembling.

As expected, his guess was correct. Ye Qingqing had actually started to hold back. It was as if the woman who had been against her was not her at all, but just a figment of her imagination.

"Don't play any tricks with me, it's useless even if you want to refuse." Jiang Yunting lightly rebuked her, as if he was pushing away something dirty. He then pushed Ye Qingqing far away.

Ye Qingqing staggered and quickly retreated. Luckily, she was prepared. She supported herself against the wall, avoiding the marble floor.

By the time he finally managed to stabilize himself, the culprit had already left the villa's gate. With a flash, he entered an old Lotus Wheel and leisurely drove away without feeling the slightest bit of guilt.

Ye Qingqing could not be bothered to guess where Jiang Yunting had gone to and why he had not taken the black Bentley, which was used the most frequently. She let out a long sigh and returned to the restaurant to clean up the leftovers left behind by someone.

What a waste.

In fact, if it weren't for the fact that she had somehow fallen into Jiang Yunting's revenge, Ye Qingqing would have loved this villa.

At the highest point of the third floor was a rooftop that was half open and half closed. The spiral staircase allowed one to admire the green lawn outside the glass window at any time, even to the point where groups of cattle and sheep and shepherds were gathered in the distance.

Blue sky, white clouds, the wind blows grass and sheep. The interior charm of the retro and minimalist baroque style, no matter what, is a very commendable beauty.

However, Ye Qingqing did not feel any sense of relaxation or happiness as she was trapped within. All she could feel was a suffocating pressure and a sense of surveillance enveloping her. Even the green outside the huge french windows, which was gently covered by the sun, became a landscape painting in the exhibition hall, which could only be seen from afar.

"Miss Ye, have you seen enough?" A mocking female voice suddenly rang in his ears, instantly calling back to Ye Qingqing who was lost in her thoughts.

Seeing that Ye Qingqing was indeed in a daze, Aunt Yun's mocking smile intensified. She viciously waved the feather duster in her hand in the air. "This person is really different from a person." "Look at us servants' nannies, we only know how to work from day to night, how can we be like some people, relying on our unclean relationship to dare to slack off."

"It's a dirty relationship. Hmph, if Aunt Yun likes it, I'll give it to you." Ye Qingqing ignored the weird expression on Aunt Yun's face and poked her with a few words before taking her bowl and chopsticks to disinfect her body. He walked quickly and quickly closed the kitchen door.

Aunt Yun, who had followed closely behind, lost her balance and crashed into the tempered glass door. "Aiyo, my nose!" "You heartless man, not only did you say those words, you even tricked me, a person who has buried half of my loess, you sure are ruthless!"

During the quarrel between Aunt Yun and Ye Qingqing, it had attracted the attention of the other servants in the mansion. Now that they were shouting so loudly, they could not ignore it even if they wanted to.

"Aunt Yun, what's wrong with you?"

"Aiyo, his nose is swollen from the collision!"

"…"

The three women acted like a play. Before the steward could come in, the dining room was already filled with noise. Aunt Yun was also encouraged by the commotion. She covered her nose with one hand and was about to knock on the door with the other.

However, at this moment, the exquisite glass door of the kitchen was suddenly pulled open by someone. Ye Qingqing grabbed onto Aunt Yun's arm, her eyes turning cold. "A feather duster can't hit me, and you still want me to become the target of public criticism?"

"What faithfulness or disloyalty, don't talk to me about such literary things!" Aunt Yun had not expected the usually weak Ye Qingqing to suddenly lose her temper. She did not dare to look into her extremely fierce eyes, and continued to pull out her arm.

Ye Qing let out a cold snort, looked around, took a deep breath and said, "I know that everyone has misunderstood me, and they feel that my relationship with Director Jiang is not ordinary." Today, I'll explain everything clearly so that everyone won't feel awkward getting along with each other. "

"Yo, Miss Ye, even if you didn't say so, we would already know. Isn't it just that?" A nanny standing beside Aunt Yun had a meaningful smile on her face. Her small black eyes kept moving up and down, as if she wanted to squeeze out her eyes.

The atmosphere was heavy, but no one left. At most, they pretended to be doing their work, but their ears were perked up, afraid that they would miss something.

"What's going on?" Ye Qingqing was so angry that she laughed instead. "I don't even know myself. Aunt Wang, you know quite a lot."

"Tch, who doesn't know you …"

"Really?" That is to say, everyone knows that I have offended Director Jiang's distant cousin, so I was sent here by his cousin. Ye Qingqing cut off Aunt Wang's words in time, successfully attracting everyone's attention.

In a moment of excitement, Ye Qing's words caused everyone to shift their gazes from her to the previous prideful Aunt Yun and Aunt Wang.

It was clear that the rumors regarding Jiang Yunting and him had originated from the two of them.

Knowing what was going on, Ye Qingqing continued, "Since I've already said so, I might as well explain it to you." "Director Jiang's distant cousin is famous for being a floral young master. I just didn't want him to touch me, so I got punished to kneel in the snow and fall sick."

"Then why are you here again?"

That was what Ye Qingqing had been waiting for!

"Sigh …" Ye Qingqing lowered her head, her voice filled with suppressed tears, "I have a problem, didn't I? The last time Director Jiang went to that distant cousin house, he coincidentally committed an offense. He destroyed Director Jiang's things and gave it to him, saying that he wants me to repay the debt."

"Nonsense!" That's not what I heard! " Aunt Yun could not hold it in any longer. She stood up to refute Ye Qingqing without even bothering to sniff her way out.