Prisoner's wife's pet: European-style president's domineering love

The next day, Mu Xiaoyan and Wu Yao went to work in the hotel on foot. Yesterday they were so happy that they chatted until midnight, so they were all staring at the big dark circles under their eyes.

As a result, within a minute of changing into the work clothes, the director came before the clothes on his body were warmed up: "Mu Xiaoyan, room 1 is serviced, you go."

Mu Xiaoyan shuddered subconsciously when she heard room number 8888. That man told him to go there, it must be a good thing, and maybe he would take the opportunity to impress her, so she didn't want to foolishly enslave him.

"That... Director, can I not go?" As long as she had the last hope, she would not serve him.

The director's face darkened, he looked at her solemnly, and answered her in a disobedient tone, "No, the guest called for you to go in person."

Well, she might have known the result a long time ago, otherwise the waiters wouldn't have been fired because of him, and it's good to have money.

"Director, what kind of service did he call?" Yesterday it was a delivery, so calling her there for no reason today is too unreasonable.

The director had a dull face early in the morning when he heard her question, and his expression was also indifferent, and he only replied: "Call the bed service."

"What? Call... Bed service?" When did this service exist in the hotel, why didn't she know...

Mu Xiaoyan quickly lowered her head, her fair face flushed a little, this service... made her feel so bad.

Wu Yao tidied up her half-dressed clothes, and patted her with one hand: "What are you thinking about? I asked him to get up to serve."

"Then..." Why do you say it's a bed service? It's easy to make people think.

"Hurry up." The director urged her impatiently seeing Mu Xiaoyan still grinding with a straight face. This was a major event concerning whether he could continue to work here.

Although it was only a waiter's job, Mu Xiaoyan had always been conscientious in this position, and she finally agreed.

Also because she knew that Xi Jue Huangfu came to her today to find fault, so Mu Xiaoyan also walked to his guest room with an attitude of "see what you can do to me".

After entering the guest room, Mu Xiaoyan went to the bathroom to listen first, but there was no sound from inside, so it meant that he was not taking a bath today, so he could avoid the situation yesterday.

But when she went back to the living room to check where he was, she saw something on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and she suddenly felt angry.

After searching around to no avail, Mu Xiaoyan pushed open the door of his bedroom. The man lay flat on the side of the double bed, his eyes closed to cover the blue shining pupils, and the high bridge of his nose. Even if it's just a random swing, it's still standing proudly, and the hostility in the dream still gives people a sense of intimidation, so domineering that it's hard to get close to.

Mu Xiaoyan was shocked by his sleeping face for two seconds, but after all, she is not crazy about anyone, let alone this perverted smelly man.

Mu Xiaoyan walked over and sat down on the bed, her arms mercilessly stretched into the quilt, grabbed the soft flesh around his waist, and squeezed hard.

"Huangfu Xijue, wake me up, I want you to explain to me." Mu Xiaoyan's voice was loud, she leaned down and looked at him straight.

This man is too hateful, it's nothing more than his territory to do evil in Huangfu Manor, and now he is in Country Z, he dares to act recklessly like this.