Dong Yun lives in the top hotel-style apartment in Hai City. In the rushing car tide during the evening rush hour, Yao Ji drove for two hours before she got her still drowsy boss to his doorstep.
The front desk of the apartment lobby is obviously very familiar with Yao Ji. Every time Yao Ji comes, the doorman who has to help park the car comes with a smile and greets: Miss Le hasn’t been here for a long time. What’s wrong with Mr. Dong?
Yao Ji put her arms around Dong Yun's waist with one hand, grabbed the hand that he was holding on her shoulder with the other hand, and struggled to help him half-held and half-held him into the elevator: He is sick.When she saw the doorman coming to help her, she quickly reached out to signal that she didn't need it.
Just kidding, Dong Yun has many quirks, especially hates the touch of strangers.
Why don’t you go to the hospital?The doorman helped press the floor button.
Yao Ji couldn't help but sigh. This was another quirk of Dong Yun. She hated the hospital. She would never go to the emergency room even if she was sick.
But Yao Ji contacted his family doctor, and that Dr. He was on a business trip in Europe.
Fortunately, Dong Yun took antipyretics and his body temperature was not that high.
When the elevator reached the 21st floor, Yao Ji pressed the door opening code carefully. As soon as the door opened, it turned out that the room was filled with a cold air without any smoke.
The furniture is neat and fresh, the floor is spotless, and all the items, from home appliances to cups, are neatly placed, which greatly meets the comfort needs of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and makes people feel that there is no way to feel that there is someone living here.
Yao Ji put Dong Yun on the kingsize bed in the master bedroom, pulled up the quilt to cover it, and after thinking about it, she took off the suit jacket on him, so as not to get depressed after waking up.
After everything was settled, she felt that her shoulders were hurt and her arms were soft. She dragged a man of about 1.8 meters tossed for so long. Yao Ji was wearing high heels again and felt that her ankles were about to break.
Just as he was about to take a break and go home, the man on the bed murmured vaguely: Water... I want water...
Alas, Yao Ji couldn't help but sigh, what kind of evil did I do... As she said that, she stood up and poured water for Dong Yun with great effort.
But Dong Yun was unconscious and put the water cup on his lips and he didn't know how to drink it. Yao Ji had to pinch his chin, take a spoon and feed it in. After struggling for a long time, she fed half a cup of water in.
When he reached out and touched the man's forehead, it was still hot. When he saw the sickly flushing on his cheeks, Yao Ji could not defeat her nanny's heart and lived in Dong Yun's house.
This is not the first time she stayed here. Since Yao Ji took care of all aspects of Dong Yun's life, she can be regarded as a regular customer of this room.
The property, security guard, front desk, housekeeping of the apartment, Dong Yun’s family doctor, financial manager, insurance agent... Even Dong Yun’s equestrian coach knows Yao Ji.
Almost everything in his life was handled by Yao Ji, from deciding on investment plans to buying air tickets abroad, his ID card, passport, driver's license, and credit card were all copied in Yao Ji's hands. Yao Ji knew the password for each bank card, and even the emergency contact of the insurance company filled in Yao Ji's phone number.
I don’t know where his trust in Yao Ji came from. You must know that if Yao Ji escaped with money, Dong Yun would go bankrupt in minutes.
Yao Ji once thought about whether she was taking too much care of it?
She is just Dong Yun's assistant, and handling official duties is his duty, but she even has to choose the gifts for Dong Yun's mother's birthday. This is too much... Fortunately, Dong Yun has always been cold in women, otherwise one day he would ask Yao Ji to order flowers and choose a seat for his female companion, and Yao Ji would really go crazy.
But every time Yao Ji expressed her dissatisfaction like this, Dong Yun's answer was as always: Add three more points to the salary.
Yao Ji: ...This is not a matter of money.
Then add five more points.
I said it was not a matter of money.
OK, add ten points.
Yao Ji: ...You said you will go to see a real estate agent next week?I'll go for you.
The amazingly generous salary is probably because of her compromise...
Because she stayed overnight occasionally, there was a prepared women's bathrobe in the second bedroom, and Yao Ji did not bring any changes to her clothes, so she had to spend all night.
I fell asleep in a daze, and the next day was Saturday. When she woke up, it was already nine o'clock.
The fragrance of millet porridge came from the kitchen. Yao Ji rubbed her eyes and walked out. Aunt Han, who was cooking, walked out when she heard the sound. When she saw it was Yao Ji, she showed an ambiguous smile: Miss Le, morning.
Early on, Aunt Han, Yao Ji knew that many people around had secretly speculated about her relationship with Dong Yun. When facing Aunt Han's meaningful smile, she could only pretend not to see her. Did Dong Yun get up?
My husband woke up at seven o'clock and said he wanted to drink water. I gave him the medicine and he went to bed after taking it.Aunt Han was nagging, and although her words were long-winded, she was handled properly.
She worked in Dong Yun's house for four or five years. Although she was just a housekeeper, she was one of the few people close to Dong Yun.
Yao Ji nodded and was about to go to wash up. Aunt Han said again, "Ms. Le, you must have not returned last night. You told me to cook for you. Miss Le, you have a good relationship with Mr. Le."
Yao Ji only smiled after hearing these implicit temptation words.
If Dong Yun has no conscience, is there any reason for him to be so tired and exhausted?
After she finished her work, breakfast was already on the dining table.
Yao Ji pulled out the chair and sat down. Before she could drink the first sip of porridge, the door rang and Dong Yun walked out of the bedroom.
He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and the shirt handmade by a special person was wrapped around his body in wrinkles. Two buttons were spread apart, and the collarbone that was covering it was faintly exposed.
My hair was not combed, and I had two short hairs that were not very obedient and slightly raised, which looked funny and cute.
Yao Ji couldn't help but smile. Before she could speak, Dong Yun frowned and said: Why didn't you take off my clothes yesterday?He is a perfectionist and has a slight obsession with cleanliness. He doesn't take off his clothes or sleeps without taking showers, which is really contrary to his living habits.
Yao Ji gave him annoyed look: You are an adult man.She asked her to take off Dong Yun's clothes, and the nanny didn't do this.
Dong Yun then realized that he was a little embarrassed, but he would never admit that he was reckless. He went to the bathroom as if nothing had happened. After finishing it, he sat opposite Yao Ji and reached out to push the plate containing the fried toast to Yao Ji.
Yao Ji was both angry and funny: Are you apologizing?
What apologize?Dong Yun pretended to be stupid. Seeing Yao Ji raise his eyebrows, he curled his lips, picked up the toast and spit out the tomato sauce carefully, and then cut it squarely into four pieces with a fork and handed it to Yao Ji. Look.
What's the matter? Yao Ji really wants to beat him. I'm sorry, but I'll just say that I have to please myself so awkwardly. Fortunately, he still remembers that he is wearing tomato sauce like toast, not salad sauce.
Yao Ji has long been familiar with his entangled personality. It can be said that no one knows him better than Yao Ji except Dong Yun’s parents.
Designer Dong, who is always strong, cold and capable in front of outsiders, is actually an arrogant guy who lacks the ability to take care of himself.
Yao Ji still remembers the first time she was with Dong Yun on a business trip. Because she had to temporarily remit a sum of money to her friend, Dong Dabss, who was in a strait in front of cooperation, stared at the ATM with a embarrassed look on her face, and coughed casually and asked Yao Ji: How to use this?
Yao Ji: ... bss, how did you survive the first twenty-six years?
Apart from this, Dong Yun did perform very well in his work. He is a person with extremely strict requirements on his partners and subordinates. The whole office, except for Yao Ji, is actually very afraid of him.
In contrast, he was even more harsh on himself.
He had to go to work after a high fever of 38.9. Although Dong Yun said that it was because Yao Ji asked him to rush over, Yao Ji knew that even if he didn't make that phone call, he would struggle to go to the office.
After finishing breakfast, Dong Yun put down his knife and fork: Use it slowly, I'll go ahead first.
Yao Ji sighed: Has the fever subsided?
The man reached out and touched his forehead and replied firmly: Go back.
Yao Ji resisted the twitching on her forehead: Use a thermometer to measure it again.
Dong Yun wanted to refute, and faced Yao Ji's tall eyebrows, so he had to go to get the thermometer silently.
Fortunately, his fever did subside. Yao Ji watched him take medicine again and asked Aunt Han to wrap him with a blanket. Qian Ding Níngwan told him not to be too tired, so she took her own things downstairs.
Every inch of land in Haicheng City is worth every little money, so the small apartment that Yao Ji rented was naturally not in a good location like the Dong family. She changed the subway and bus along the way, and then she returned home exhausted.
Yao Ji recognized the bed and didn't sleep well last night. Although it was almost noon now, she took a shower and decided to go to bed.
This time he slept until eleven o'clock in the night, and Yao Ji was awakened by hunger.She tried her best to ignore her gurgling stomach, turned over and was about to continue sleeping, when the ringtone of the phone suddenly broke the silence of the room.
The ringtone belongs to Dong Yun. Yao Ji pulled up the quilt and covered her head, wanting to pretend that she didn't hear it. Unfortunately, the ringtone rang persistently and it took more than a minute. Yao Ji had to pick it up. When she got up, her voice was full of irritability: It's midnight, are you still letting people live?The babysitter also has time to take a vacation.
The person on the other end was suffocated. Perhaps he didn't expect to be scolded. After a long time, Dong Yun's voice sounded hesitantly, and he felt a little aggrieved: ...Yaoyao, my family is drowned.
The front desk of the apartment lobby is obviously very familiar with Yao Ji. Every time Yao Ji comes, the doorman who has to help park the car comes with a smile and greets: Miss Le hasn’t been here for a long time. What’s wrong with Mr. Dong?
Yao Ji put her arms around Dong Yun's waist with one hand, grabbed the hand that he was holding on her shoulder with the other hand, and struggled to help him half-held and half-held him into the elevator: He is sick.When she saw the doorman coming to help her, she quickly reached out to signal that she didn't need it.
Just kidding, Dong Yun has many quirks, especially hates the touch of strangers.
Why don’t you go to the hospital?The doorman helped press the floor button.
Yao Ji couldn't help but sigh. This was another quirk of Dong Yun. She hated the hospital. She would never go to the emergency room even if she was sick.
But Yao Ji contacted his family doctor, and that Dr. He was on a business trip in Europe.
Fortunately, Dong Yun took antipyretics and his body temperature was not that high.
When the elevator reached the 21st floor, Yao Ji pressed the door opening code carefully. As soon as the door opened, it turned out that the room was filled with a cold air without any smoke.
The furniture is neat and fresh, the floor is spotless, and all the items, from home appliances to cups, are neatly placed, which greatly meets the comfort needs of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and makes people feel that there is no way to feel that there is someone living here.
Yao Ji put Dong Yun on the kingsize bed in the master bedroom, pulled up the quilt to cover it, and after thinking about it, she took off the suit jacket on him, so as not to get depressed after waking up.
After everything was settled, she felt that her shoulders were hurt and her arms were soft. She dragged a man of about 1.8 meters tossed for so long. Yao Ji was wearing high heels again and felt that her ankles were about to break.
Just as he was about to take a break and go home, the man on the bed murmured vaguely: Water... I want water...
Alas, Yao Ji couldn't help but sigh, what kind of evil did I do... As she said that, she stood up and poured water for Dong Yun with great effort.
But Dong Yun was unconscious and put the water cup on his lips and he didn't know how to drink it. Yao Ji had to pinch his chin, take a spoon and feed it in. After struggling for a long time, she fed half a cup of water in.
When he reached out and touched the man's forehead, it was still hot. When he saw the sickly flushing on his cheeks, Yao Ji could not defeat her nanny's heart and lived in Dong Yun's house.
This is not the first time she stayed here. Since Yao Ji took care of all aspects of Dong Yun's life, she can be regarded as a regular customer of this room.
The property, security guard, front desk, housekeeping of the apartment, Dong Yun’s family doctor, financial manager, insurance agent... Even Dong Yun’s equestrian coach knows Yao Ji.
Almost everything in his life was handled by Yao Ji, from deciding on investment plans to buying air tickets abroad, his ID card, passport, driver's license, and credit card were all copied in Yao Ji's hands. Yao Ji knew the password for each bank card, and even the emergency contact of the insurance company filled in Yao Ji's phone number.
I don’t know where his trust in Yao Ji came from. You must know that if Yao Ji escaped with money, Dong Yun would go bankrupt in minutes.
Yao Ji once thought about whether she was taking too much care of it?
She is just Dong Yun's assistant, and handling official duties is his duty, but she even has to choose the gifts for Dong Yun's mother's birthday. This is too much... Fortunately, Dong Yun has always been cold in women, otherwise one day he would ask Yao Ji to order flowers and choose a seat for his female companion, and Yao Ji would really go crazy.
But every time Yao Ji expressed her dissatisfaction like this, Dong Yun's answer was as always: Add three more points to the salary.
Yao Ji: ...This is not a matter of money.
Then add five more points.
I said it was not a matter of money.
OK, add ten points.
Yao Ji: ...You said you will go to see a real estate agent next week?I'll go for you.
The amazingly generous salary is probably because of her compromise...
Because she stayed overnight occasionally, there was a prepared women's bathrobe in the second bedroom, and Yao Ji did not bring any changes to her clothes, so she had to spend all night.
I fell asleep in a daze, and the next day was Saturday. When she woke up, it was already nine o'clock.
The fragrance of millet porridge came from the kitchen. Yao Ji rubbed her eyes and walked out. Aunt Han, who was cooking, walked out when she heard the sound. When she saw it was Yao Ji, she showed an ambiguous smile: Miss Le, morning.
Early on, Aunt Han, Yao Ji knew that many people around had secretly speculated about her relationship with Dong Yun. When facing Aunt Han's meaningful smile, she could only pretend not to see her. Did Dong Yun get up?
My husband woke up at seven o'clock and said he wanted to drink water. I gave him the medicine and he went to bed after taking it.Aunt Han was nagging, and although her words were long-winded, she was handled properly.
She worked in Dong Yun's house for four or five years. Although she was just a housekeeper, she was one of the few people close to Dong Yun.
Yao Ji nodded and was about to go to wash up. Aunt Han said again, "Ms. Le, you must have not returned last night. You told me to cook for you. Miss Le, you have a good relationship with Mr. Le."
Yao Ji only smiled after hearing these implicit temptation words.
If Dong Yun has no conscience, is there any reason for him to be so tired and exhausted?
After she finished her work, breakfast was already on the dining table.
Yao Ji pulled out the chair and sat down. Before she could drink the first sip of porridge, the door rang and Dong Yun walked out of the bedroom.
He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, and the shirt handmade by a special person was wrapped around his body in wrinkles. Two buttons were spread apart, and the collarbone that was covering it was faintly exposed.
My hair was not combed, and I had two short hairs that were not very obedient and slightly raised, which looked funny and cute.
Yao Ji couldn't help but smile. Before she could speak, Dong Yun frowned and said: Why didn't you take off my clothes yesterday?He is a perfectionist and has a slight obsession with cleanliness. He doesn't take off his clothes or sleeps without taking showers, which is really contrary to his living habits.
Yao Ji gave him annoyed look: You are an adult man.She asked her to take off Dong Yun's clothes, and the nanny didn't do this.
Dong Yun then realized that he was a little embarrassed, but he would never admit that he was reckless. He went to the bathroom as if nothing had happened. After finishing it, he sat opposite Yao Ji and reached out to push the plate containing the fried toast to Yao Ji.
Yao Ji was both angry and funny: Are you apologizing?
What apologize?Dong Yun pretended to be stupid. Seeing Yao Ji raise his eyebrows, he curled his lips, picked up the toast and spit out the tomato sauce carefully, and then cut it squarely into four pieces with a fork and handed it to Yao Ji. Look.
What's the matter? Yao Ji really wants to beat him. I'm sorry, but I'll just say that I have to please myself so awkwardly. Fortunately, he still remembers that he is wearing tomato sauce like toast, not salad sauce.
Yao Ji has long been familiar with his entangled personality. It can be said that no one knows him better than Yao Ji except Dong Yun’s parents.
Designer Dong, who is always strong, cold and capable in front of outsiders, is actually an arrogant guy who lacks the ability to take care of himself.
Yao Ji still remembers the first time she was with Dong Yun on a business trip. Because she had to temporarily remit a sum of money to her friend, Dong Dabss, who was in a strait in front of cooperation, stared at the ATM with a embarrassed look on her face, and coughed casually and asked Yao Ji: How to use this?
Yao Ji: ... bss, how did you survive the first twenty-six years?
Apart from this, Dong Yun did perform very well in his work. He is a person with extremely strict requirements on his partners and subordinates. The whole office, except for Yao Ji, is actually very afraid of him.
In contrast, he was even more harsh on himself.
He had to go to work after a high fever of 38.9. Although Dong Yun said that it was because Yao Ji asked him to rush over, Yao Ji knew that even if he didn't make that phone call, he would struggle to go to the office.
After finishing breakfast, Dong Yun put down his knife and fork: Use it slowly, I'll go ahead first.
Yao Ji sighed: Has the fever subsided?
The man reached out and touched his forehead and replied firmly: Go back.
Yao Ji resisted the twitching on her forehead: Use a thermometer to measure it again.
Dong Yun wanted to refute, and faced Yao Ji's tall eyebrows, so he had to go to get the thermometer silently.
Fortunately, his fever did subside. Yao Ji watched him take medicine again and asked Aunt Han to wrap him with a blanket. Qian Ding Níngwan told him not to be too tired, so she took her own things downstairs.
Every inch of land in Haicheng City is worth every little money, so the small apartment that Yao Ji rented was naturally not in a good location like the Dong family. She changed the subway and bus along the way, and then she returned home exhausted.
Yao Ji recognized the bed and didn't sleep well last night. Although it was almost noon now, she took a shower and decided to go to bed.
This time he slept until eleven o'clock in the night, and Yao Ji was awakened by hunger.She tried her best to ignore her gurgling stomach, turned over and was about to continue sleeping, when the ringtone of the phone suddenly broke the silence of the room.
The ringtone belongs to Dong Yun. Yao Ji pulled up the quilt and covered her head, wanting to pretend that she didn't hear it. Unfortunately, the ringtone rang persistently and it took more than a minute. Yao Ji had to pick it up. When she got up, her voice was full of irritability: It's midnight, are you still letting people live?The babysitter also has time to take a vacation.
The person on the other end was suffocated. Perhaps he didn't expect to be scolded. After a long time, Dong Yun's voice sounded hesitantly, and he felt a little aggrieved: ...Yaoyao, my family is drowned.
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