CEO Overlord Love: Contract Lover

Before I knew it, it had been three years.

She has been here for three years.

Three years.

How fleeting.

How far away.

……

She stood by the window of the cottage.

Looking at the bountiful crops outside.

That was the happiest result of her life.

Whenever I see those strong plants growing on broken leaves.

Even more exciting than seeing her children grow up.

"Knock, knock -----" There was a knock on the door.

She froze for a few seconds, then turned to look at the door.

"Come in."

After more than 20 seconds, Laban pushed the door open and entered.

three years.

Laban has grown from a teenage boy.

Grow into a lad.

Although not handsome and talented.

But it's also polite.

these three years.

Laban helped her a lot.

She has always treated him like a younger brother.

"Ma'am." Laban bowed to her habitually.

"Yeah." She nodded and motioned him to get up.

Laban stood up straight, his expression hard to hide his joy.

She was somewhat surprised by Laban's reaction.

"What's wrong? You're so happy today?" She asked Laban curiously.

"Madam!" Laban's voice trembled a little with excitement.

He gasped for several breaths before finally uttering a complete sentence.

"Ma'am! War, the war is over!"

"What?" She widened her eyes in disbelief, as if she had heard a great anecdote.

After she realized it, she pinched Laban's shoulder tightly and asked him, "Say it again!"

"It's true! Ma'am! The war is really over!" Laban burst into tears excitedly.

She let go of Laban, and took a few steps forward in a weak body.

ended?

Is it really over?

Does that mean.

Means she has a chance to leave here?

Does it represent.

She has the opportunity to return to the UK.

Live those luxuries again.

Instead of braving the sun every day to plant corn in the manor land.

No need to be too hot to sleep every night.

Don't you have to worry about the trivial matters of those black slaves every day?

……

Seeing her disbelief, Laban couldn't help repeating it.

"Ma'am, I heard it with my own ears! It was a soldier who returned home and told me that he had a broken leg! It seems that officers and soldiers will pass by here one after another!"

"What did you say?" Mengyao's complexion sank when she heard this.

Laban looked at her puzzled, and repeated: "Madam, I said that there will be officers and soldiers passing by here one after another, returning to their hometown."

A trace of hesitation flashed in Mengyao's eyes.

She turned around and grabbed Laban's shoulder tightly, asking him forcefully, "Then did the officers and soldiers you saw carry guns?"

"Guns? What's a gun?" Laban couldn't understand her.

Mengyao froze for a moment, then remembered that these black slaves had been living in a primitive state.

How do you know what a gun is.

……

She sighed helplessly, and then explained to Laban in the simplest and straightforward way.

"A gun is a weapon, a very powerful weapon that can kill the enemy as quickly as possible from a long distance."

"Oh, I see, ma'am, is a gun like a child's spring?"

"That's understandable, but springs don't kill, guns can kill a man in minutes!"

A trace of fear flashed across Laban's face, he never thought that there was such a powerful weapon in the world.

But he still couldn't figure it out.

What does the gun have to do with those officers and soldiers returning home.

"Madam, what does that gun have to do with those officers and soldiers? Why are you so nervous?" Laban asked his own question.

"If those officers and soldiers were all carrying guns and there were a large number of them, I'm afraid we would be doomed." A hint of despair gradually appeared in her eyes.

"Why, ma'am?" Laban demanded anxiously.

"Think about it, the manor has so many ready-made crops and so many black slaves at their disposal, why did those officers and soldiers give up here for nothing and return to their poor hometown?"

Laban's face darkened, and he understood her meaning somewhat: "Madam, you mean those officers and soldiers will have an idea for this manor?"

"That's right, we wouldn't be afraid if they were just outnumbered, but if they each had a gun and formed a group to attack us, we would surely die."

"Madam, don't worry, we have hundreds of brothers, even if they come to a hundred, they may not be able to defeat us!" Laban comforted her.

Mengyao smiled bitterly: "So what if we have hundreds of black slaves? If they use rifles, even if there are only thirty officers and soldiers, they can kill all the hundreds of black slaves!"

"Madam..." A trace of fear and hesitation flashed across Laban's face, not knowing what to answer.

Mengyao sighed and did not intend to continue this topic.

What should come will always come.

It was useless for her to worry.

"Okay, let's leave this as it is, don't bring it up again, wait two or three months." She looked at Laban expressionlessly.

"Yes, ma'am." Laban nodded obediently.

"Last time I asked you to deal with those locusts on the corn, how did you do?" she asked Laban, changing the subject.

"Madam, these locusts are very difficult to deal with. I asked the black slaves to catch them one by one, and they were all over the ground the next day! I came to you this time to discuss this matter with you!" Laban looked at her anxiously and helplessly.

A trace of anger flashed in Mengyao's eyes.

She can't watch her hard work being eaten by those damned locusts.

"I'll go and have a look." After she finished speaking, she walked towards the door.

But as soon as she went out, she ran into a nigger head-on.

"Ugh," she called out instinctively.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Ma'am, I didn't mean it, I really didn't mean it! I didn't know you would come out suddenly!" The black slave apologized repeatedly.

"Okay." She waved her hand to signal him to shut up.

She is so annoying now, how can she be in the mood to listen to his long-winded apology.

The nigger shut up obediently, and then looked at her with a look of fear, afraid that she would punish him.

After all, she has punished black slaves in the manor all these years.

If you don't move, you will be whipped hundreds of times.

No fewer than fifty black slaves died at her hands.

The niggers were afraid of her.

Compare her to a tiger in the forest.

......

"What do you want from me?" She glanced coldly at the black slave.

The black slave was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses, and then replied falteringly: "Ma'am, ma'am...that's how it is, there are a bunch of officers and soldiers outside the door wanting to see you..."

"A bunch of officers and soldiers?" Meng Yao's face darkened, her expression extremely complicated.

She hesitated for ten seconds, then walked towards the fence of the manor.

The black slave didn't dare to follow her, he turned silently and walked in another direction.

Whether the manor is big or not, it is not small.

It took five or six minutes for her to walk to the direction of the fence.

She saw that thirty or forty officers and soldiers gathered outside the fence at this moment.

She froze inexplicably, and froze in place.

After 20 seconds, she forced herself to calm down and continued walking towards the fence.

As she walked, she looked at the officers and soldiers.

She found that the officers and soldiers were all wearing yellow uniforms, and most of the clothes were torn and stained with blood.

Many members of the officers and soldiers were injured, and there were many who lost a hand or a leg.

But her eyes were soon drawn to other things.

That is the pistol that officers and soldiers put on their waists!

Almost every officer and soldier wears a pistol.

It seems that this matter is... not simple.