C2101 Follower
C2101 Follower
A glass of water was placed in front of her.
If you look up.
"Miss, first, have some water to moisten your throat. Your breakfast is already being prepared." The young servant smiled.
It could be seen that these people had been suppressed by the terror of Hou Eleven for a long time. Their eyes were full of caution; they were afraid that if they did something wrong, they would lose their lives.
With a soft sigh, he no longer wanted to make things difficult for these people.
If he nodded, he would take a sip of the wine and give up.
The young servant let out an almost imperceptible sigh of relief and retreated to the side.
Halfway through the meal, her breakfast was served.
Other than the oil growing being a little strange, the servants carrying the plates were trembling in fear, and there were no problems with the whole thing.
She didn't say anything and just picked up the youtiao and took a bite.
The nearby servant stared at her intently … He looked like he was waiting for an evaluation.
"…" If he ate two mouthfuls, he really wouldn't be able to stand his gaze. He whispered, "That's enough, don't watch me eat."
The servant quickly bowed his head in apology.
If one ate with a deadpan expression, one would feel extremely irritated.
She didn't want to stay in this place for even a second longer. These people made her feel so stifled that she couldn't breathe.
After breakfast, if she followed the housekeeper to the guest room that was arranged for her.
He took out his phone again. There was no signal.
Lu Chengchuan was probably going to go crazy from anger.
He had clearly warned her so many times before departing, but in the end, it had all become nonsense.
Whether he was angry or not, she needed sleep, and she was too tired from the night's work.
If you throw away your phone, close your eyes.
"..."
He didn't know how long he slept, but if he was woken up by a knock on the door …
Opening his eyes and looking at the unfamiliar room, he remembered that he had come to Hou Eleven's base camp.
If you sit up, "Come in."
The door was gently pushed open, and a young woman dressed as a maid stood outside.
Her head was bowed so that she could not see her face.
"Miss Ru, lunch is ready, Young Master is inviting you over." The maid whispered.
"Oh."
If he answered, he would follow the maid to the dining room again.
Hou Eleven was already seated on the main seat.
The beautiful dishes were already in the place where she had sat that morning.
It looked very luxurious, but if she didn't like this western cuisine, she still liked the fragrant Chinese cuisine.
However, these people seemed to have become smarter and wouldn't come over to ask what she wanted to eat.
I don't know if I should be happy or sad.
Without a word, he sat down, picked up his knife and fork, and casually took two bites.
"You don't like it?" Hou Eleven took a sip of red wine and asked with a smile, "I guess you prefer Chinese food?"
If he didn't say anything, it wasn't because he couldn't eat Western food.
It depends on who you eat with.
She really had no appetite to eat with a bomb that could explode at any time.
Out of politeness, if he still answered casually, "Yes."
"I've already sent people to invite a chef for lunch. Just tell Li Na what you want to eat from now on."
If he curled his lips, what the heck would happen in the future?
She'll be gone in a few days, okay?
"Li Na?" In the end, she wisely skipped the question and asked another.
The maid who had been leading the way behind her took a step forward.
"Miss Ru, I'm Li Na. In the future, if there's anything you need me to do, you can instruct me."
All right.
Even her followers had been arranged for her.