The naive female CEO mistook her husband again

"This guest officer is really tasteful. Who doesn't know that my three springs are stunning."

Chun's mother covered her mouth and praised her girl, and she turned her eyes to the little maid in the distance. The little maid understood her meaning, put down the work of serving tea and water, and walked upstairs by the escalator.

The second floor is where Sanchun lives. There are only six rooms on the entire second floor, three of which are their rooms, and the other three compartments are where guests enter to impress people.

Ordinary people are not allowed to go up, and the maids will send in what Sanchun needs, and they usually stay in the room like canaries, staying at home.

The maid first knocked on the first door, "Miss Fuliu, please open the door."

There is a small window on the door, which was pulled open by someone, revealing a square space.

The maid put her face against the window, and saw the spring called Fuliu dressed in plain gauze of green willow color, which seemed to be shrouded in smoke, looming, and the inner skirt was light white, with a touch of emerald wicker embroidered from the waist, spreading to the skirt tail.

With a slight movement of her lower body, the willow branches waved in the wind, making her look calm and pleasant, but also with various postures.

The jet black spreads thickly around the waist, and the melancholy clouds are lightly carved on the brows.

She has narrow and long eyes like willow leaves, the eyelids are drooping, and the mist is filled with water.

"Hey, if someone comes, just bring it directly. Next time, you don't have to come up to ask me what I mean. If I say no, can I disappear?"

Caressing willows and vermilion lips parted lightly, the voice drifted away like a light wind, leaving no trace.

"Yes."

The little maid stepped back in response, and used a little more strength when closing the door.

She turned and went downstairs.

"Mom, next time you send someone else to ask."

The little maid walked in front of Mother Chun, thinking of Fu Liu's disgraceful scene just now, her stomach was full of anger.

"Okay, if you don't do this job, there is nothing more brisk than this. You know that your sisters are thinking about this job. If you want to let it go, it will be too late to regret it. Of course, if you insist on not doing it, Mom, I won't embarrass you either."

Most of the maid's original temperament disappeared after these words, and she calmed down. What Chun's mother said was right, compared to other jobs, this job can be paid the same as others with just a word, and it couldn't be easier.

After thinking about it this way, the maid's expression softened, "Then I'll go and rest, Mom."

"Go."

"It makes the guest officer laugh, the little girl is not sensible."

Mother Chun dismissed the maid and turned her attention to Mu Lingshang.

"It's okay, then can I go up now?"

"nature."

Mu Lingshang nodded, and went up to the second floor under the sight of Chun's mother.

He saw the first door with Fu Liu written on it.

Does the spring breeze caress the willows?
interesting.

She knocked on the door, and a low-pitched female voice came from inside: "Come in."

After he went in, he found that it was a huge empty room with a small window on the left side of the wall through which the voice came out.

In other words, there was a wall between him and Fu Liu.

She sat in front of the small window and found that the window was sealed.

However, it was only covered by a layer of blue veil, and she could still vaguely see a person sitting inside, with a thin figure and a cold back.

"Girl, do you want to follow?"

Mu Lingshang didn't talk glibly about the vows of the mountain alliance, but went straight to the point.

Fu Liu was also surprised when she heard that and looked back at the small window, but she couldn't see the person opposite.

I just think this person is very strange, why would he take her away as soon as he comes up?

"How can the young master take the little girl away?"

Fu Liu did not simply refuse, he was direct, and she was also direct.

"Silver is everything."

Mu Lingshang said proudly, although she has no money, her father-in-law has money, and Ling Qing's private house does not know how much money he has.

It will be confiscated one day, what are the big men doing with so much money.

Ling Qing, who was training soldiers, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose for some unknown reason.

Feeling vaguely in his heart that something was wrong, he left the soldier and walked towards the backyard.

Pushing open the door of Mu Lingshang's room, the tranquilizing incense was still burning, sparks were flickering, and white smoke lingered around the beam.

He stood at the door and called softly: "Shangshang, are you asleep?"

No one should answer.

Ling Qing stepped into the room, closed the door, walked towards the bed lightly, and stopped before approaching.

There was obviously no one up there.

The empty bed seemed to be telling the fact that he was deceived.

For a moment, Ling Qing's heart ached again.

He leaned on the corner of the table and barely stood still, his eyes were filled with red silk, "Shangshang, where have you been, and what are you hiding from me?"

At this time, the building is full of spring.

"Silver... Do you think that I will be short of the money to redeem my body because I am the top card? Young master, you are too simple, you should go back and forth wherever you go."

There seemed to be something hidden in Fuliu's words, but Mu Lingshang couldn't figure it out. Seeing that she was about to close the window, he hurriedly said, "Do you know Li Hui?"

Hearing this, the hand that closed the window paused, "The little girl doesn't know."

The window was closed, but Mu Lingshang had concluded that Li Hui must have something to do with Fu Liu.

A window is closed and a door is opened.

When Mu Lingshang came to the second room, he saw that it said Melting Bing.

After opening the door, there is the same furnishings as Fuliu's room.

The difference is that the small window is covered with blue gauze.

Inside lay a woman in white.

She was lying in a sassy posture, with her head resting on a soft pillow, one leg resting on the wall, and the other leg resting on top of that leg.

Like an eclectic female general.

Such a free and unrestrained woman would be one of the top cards.

"What does Miss Melting Ice want?"

This time Mu Lingshang changed the way of questioning. Fu Liu's sentence that money is useless can tell that someone must be controlling them here, using what they care about most.

If not, who would be willing to stay in this devil's lair?
"Women, naturally what you want is affection, but you are not my beloved, son."

Melting Bing's voice was as clean and clear as snow, which made people sound refreshed. Even if she was refusing, it would not make people unhappy.

"I haven't tried it yet, so why don't I know?"

"Whether it fits or not is doomed from the very beginning, from your breath, the sound of your footsteps, and the look in your eyes, so, son, let's go to the next one."

"Then, please girl, answer my last question."

"Say,"

Rong Bing seemed a little impatient, and his tone was no longer as polite as before.

"Is Li Hui your beloved girl?"

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a dull sound from the other side of the room, like an object hitting the ground. Mu Lingshang guessed that the girl's legs lost their center of gravity and slid off the wall.

Only when the mind is restless can the body lose control,

It seems that this Li Hui has something to do with Rong Bing.

Mu Lingshang didn't stay long, and soon came to the next one, which said Huadie.

This time the yarn is black.

Compared with the previous ones, the black is more blurred, and only a mysterious woman in black can be vaguely seen on the opposite side.

"Does Huadie girl like black?"

"Naturally, people don't wear colors they don't like."

Huadie's voice, like her attire, is extremely evil and charming, sometimes seductive, sometimes alienating.

Unpredictable.

"Black, but few people love it. A good friend of mine happens to love black very much. Why don't I introduce you?"

"Master, you are joking, you are here today, why do you want to make a wedding dress for her?"

"Emotions are meant to be shared. I think you may have a better fate with him?"

"Since the son loves to share so much, please go elsewhere, the little girl is not interested in you or your friends."

This topic of sharing seemed to hit Hua Die's wound, causing her to suddenly turn his face.

"Don't worry, you don't know what my friend's name is, what if you know each other?"

"how is this possible."

Huadie said indifferently.

"Because my friend and your two good sisters are very close."

As soon as Mu Lingshang finished speaking, Hua Die got up, walked to the window, raised her hand to tear off the black veil, and asked, "You mean Li Hui?"

She has an evil face, with a flying butterfly painted in the corner of her charming eyes, and her lips are painted dark purple, she looks like a poisonous woman.

But men are often interested in this kind of look that is not easy to conquer.

When Li Hui was mentioned, her pupils dilated, as if she cared a lot.

"Don't get excited."

Mu Lingshang struggled to take back her hand, and just now when Hua Die rushed over, he held her hand.

Huadie also realized that she was too excited, and took a few steps back, "Sorry."

"It's okay, I know it's not convenient to talk here, if the girl has a way to pass on the news, let someone go to Ling Wang's mansion."

Mu Lingshang was about to leave after finishing speaking, but was called again, "Well, is he okay?"

Of course he was referring to Li Hui.

Mu Lingshang sighed softly, what's so good about that bad old man, the three stunning women he played with cared so much about him.

"He and Princess Wenxi are in harmony as before,"

Mu Lingshang said this because she wanted to break Hua Die's mind, but she didn't understand how aggressive girls are when they are in love. Hua Die kept clenching her fists when she heard this sentence.

As soon as Mu Lingshang came downstairs, he saw all the people in Chunman building squatting on the ground, surrounded by armored soldiers, everyone was so frightened that they didn't dare to breathe.

She stood awkwardly at the stairs, feeling a bad premonition, and wanted to run back upstairs when she dared, but she never expected to hear a cold voice behind her as soon as she turned around.

"Still running?"

It's Ling Qing.

This voice was so familiar to Mu Lingshang, she bit the bullet and turned around to meet that dark face.

But seeing him wave his hand, Mu Lingshang's neck shrank, no good, he was about to be beaten, "Husband, I was wrong!"

Ling Qing blushed instantly when he called her husband, Mu Lingshang's nervous voice was already loud, and coupled with the silence in the building at the moment, almost no one heard it, so this sentence spread throughout the entire Chunman building.

Ling Qing stabilized his figure, let go of his tightly clenched hands, and stroked his shrunken head, "Hey, come home with me."

The big hand touched the hand from the head, grabbed the naughty little hand, and held it tightly.

Like a bad boy caught by his parents, Mu Lingshang followed Ling Qing with his head down, and walked slowly with his mouth pouted.

She was walking when the person in front of her suddenly stopped, and she almost bumped into her without paying attention.

"Oh, what are you doing!"