After Becoming a Little Sister

"Children who are serious!"

"There are several girls in the school! You have kissed too!"

"No, that was an accident..."

"There's even auntie—could it be that Aya doesn't even let her own mother go!"

"Ah this..."

"Are you guilty? You don't dare to look at me—Aya! Tell me clearly!"

"Cough...what's wrong with my mother...I...that's...filial piety!"

"???"

PS: 7 is the human limit

PS2: continue tomorrow

Chapter 1168 1123-Sneak attack! (To make up for sick fishing

Worry-free Island·Song Family Manor

The huge Song Family Manor was decorated with lights and festoons, and it looked like a festive day.

"Is it a holiday today?" A group of gold-rimmed maids who just came back checked the date suspiciously: "The ladies and ladies have not celebrated birthdays recently, and it's not a holiday, what's the matter?"

"International Day of Sleep."

"……what?"

"International Sleep Day." The gold-rimmed maids and sisters sighed: "Actually, Mr. Da just wanted to make a day to celebrate. Today's name is International Sleep Day."

"Is Mr. Da sick?" The gold-edged maid who asked was speechless, and put down the things in her hand: "Let me help you."

"No - besides, today's double salary, there will be extra meals in the evening."

"Mister Big is awesome!"

"Speaking of which, you are graduating soon, right?" The gold-rimmed maid team leader next to him looked at this companion who changed his face faster than turning the pages of a book: "Do you have any plans?"

"Well, I plan to go to Song's Heavy Industry for an internship after graduation, whether it is a management position or a clerk, and then... probably apply for a transfer to Japan." The little maid happily imagined her future life: Looking forward to seeing the cherry blossoms!"

"Ah, the cherry blossoms in my hometown are blooming—so?"

"I hate it, although there are indeed cherry blossoms in my hometown."

"Okay, it's up to you, but for your graduation thesis, it's better to change the topic as soon as possible. The title of your previous thesis was international relations and changes in Siam's democratic system?"

"Well, what happened?"

"The Siamese army rebelled, and the original official was directly driven down."

"My mother—"

In the middle of speaking, she quickly covered her mouth and pretended that she hadn't spoken.

Butler Youzi passed by not far away, glanced over here, then turned and left as if he hadn't heard anything.

"Huh... I'm scared to death, I'm overwhelmed, why are they messing up again!"

"So why did you choose that topic..."

"Forget it, I'll change it to a flexible relationship or something. Anyway, it's better than my classmate. The topic she chose is Millikin's. Now I don't know how to change it."

They talked and laughed while muttering, and climbed up the ladder to place the lanterns.

A large part of the gold-edged maid team in the Song Family Manor are orphans or poor girls who are unable to further their studies.

After these children were selected, through Mr. Song's financial ability, they reached special study agreements with some well-known colleges and universities.

They continued to study while working in Songjia Manor, and the academic certificates they obtained were no different from those of normal students.

Moreover, in the industry, these children are very popular because they have front-line work experience at a young age and the huge industrial management experience of Song's Heavy Industry. They belong to the existence of urban legends-probably like the four major When recruiting, I always like to look for a few well-known financial and economic schools.

Some nouveau riche in the Asia-Pacific region who want to get closer to the 'rich family' really want to learn from the Song family's style, and they are also eager for talents.

If these gold-rimmed maids had worked in the past, they could easily obtain positions similar to traditional butlers. Even because they had received professional security training, they could also serve as bodyguards to a certain extent, which was a benchmark for all-round talents.

Of course, if you go out, you can get your own capital, or even do it alone, and you can stay in the Song family with your friends, and you will be very happy.

Mr. Song does not interfere with this kind of multiple-choice questions. Every gold-rimmed maid who leaves can get a gift money, and those who get married at an old age, although it is impossible to say that everyone is like a daughter, but the dowry is also available. The Song family did a very good job in terms of people's sophistication.

Coupled with the prosperity of the Song family and the decline of the yang, Mr. Song is a model husband, and the rest of the family are all wives and ladies, so that the gold-rimmed maids don't even have a bad reputation, and they vaguely become one of the etiquette training bases. , It is not inferior to the castle origin of the so-called traditional nobles in the West.

This makes some pragmatist parents even take the initiative to send their children in - just like sending them to a church university!

All these things led to three phases of the gold-rimmed maid regiment, but more and more stayed, and very few wanted to leave.

With reference to the monkey-pissing nature of hunger marketing, every qualified gold-rimmed maid who left naturally became more popular.

As for whether it is a commercial espionage or something—it is not better for someone to be a spy normally than to graduate from the Song Family's Jinbian Maid Group with a lot of fanfare?

It is estimated that it is Mr. Song who can use these maids who are double-degree masters on average to do housekeeping like a waste of money...

"Ahhhh - there are not enough people every time I go home!" The thesis maid wiped her sweat helplessly: "Where should I hang up next?"

"That's over there in the main hall." An older head maid frowned slightly: "Be careful, what should you do if you fall after climbing so high?"

"Oh, it's okay, I have a sense of proportion, and it's not so easy to fall, I've practiced before!"

The group of gold-edged maids who passed the examination did not have 300 members in the three phases, and there were less than [-] people staying in the manor at the moment.

However, the Song Family Manor occupies too much land, and when it comes to celebrations, seventy or eighty people are too busy to touch the ground. At this moment, the busy gold-rimmed maids naturally gave up some of their original security in order to hurry. Measures, relying on his lightness as a swallow, engaged in illegal operations.

The paper maid came down from the edge of the villa's eaves: "Sister, do you think Mr. Da has other happy things?"

"why?"

"Look, under normal circumstances, it's only during Chinese New Year and Madam's birthday that you can get to this level, right?"

"...Mr. Da is as long as he is happy." The head maid shook her head: "Let's not speculate so much, let's do things, the main hall will be settled after it is settled, and we will bring people to the back kitchen later, and we have to make snacks Woolen cloth."

"OK~"

Anyway, most of the things they made went into their own stomachs, which is basically equivalent to Mr. Song spending money on welfare.

The so-called banquet, apart from two or three cats and kittens from the Song family, the real participants were themselves in the side hall.

Mrs. Wuchen likes to be quiet, so Mr. Song rarely invites guests to the island with great fanfare. Even some business guests who have to give face are received at the resort, and very few of them can come to the house. few.

She carried the ladder in a sexual manner, and ran away with her little friend, leaving only the two chief maids standing there sighing.

"There are not many good seedlings in the fourth period. Do you think she can be alone?" The head maid on the left looked at the impatient back of the paper maid: "The business is not doing well now, and the situation of the Song family is not as easy as before."

"...With Mr. Da here, we just need to do things as ordered."

"When the Poseidon sank, you were on the ship, right?" The head maid on the left looked at her companion: "After feeling back, you suddenly became silent a lot, what happened?"

"It's nothing, it just feels like...sometimes we can't do anything."

"It's not like you, you always think you are very powerful."

"Human beings have limits. The so-called power is compared with whom." The depressed head maid smiled: "Not to mention, isn't Mrs. Wuchen an example?"

"... Forget it, if you have anything to say, you can talk to me, if you don't want to talk, you can do whatever you want."

"Well, I will—where are you going now?"

"I'm going to patrol Ms. Chai's side. Recently, some strange tourists have come to the island. I always feel..." She thought for a while, but couldn't think of a qualified adjective for a while: "It doesn't feel like a serious tourist—— That's probably it."

"Then you pay attention to safety."

"Don't worry, see you tonight." The head maid on the left raised the hem of her skirt: "Looking forward to your craftsmanship."

"See you tonight." The passive headmaid also smiled and raised her skirt in return: "I will leave an apple pie for you."

What they didn't notice was that in the dense forest behind them, there was a petite figure wearing a pure white mask and covered under a cloak, hiding in the shadows like a ghost.

The passive headmaid who stood there seemed to have noticed something, turned her head suddenly, and twisted her body at the same time as her skirt turned away like a marigold flower.

Under the skirt, there are pure white lace suspender pantyhose, and the M1917 Smith & Wesson revolver made by Millikin on both sides of the thigh.

"Swipe—"

Accompanied by the sound of cloth disturbing, the head maid, who is specialized in spear drawing, immediately drew her gun in her hand, pointing vigilantly at the white shadow in the dense forest.

But if you look closely, there is only a small white bird jumping on the treetops, tilting its head and looking at her curiously, and fluttering its wings in a panic when she pointed at her gun, it flew up and fell. Two feathers.

"...Sorry, little guy, for scaring you."

The negative head maid put away her gun, folded her hands in front of her and walked slowly towards the kitchen.

And after her figure disappeared around the corner, the white figure in the shadows slowly paced out again like a ghost.

Under the white cloak, there was only one small sword with color. It was a small bronze-colored sword with seal script engraved on the hilt.

Sword name——【Linglong】

……

……

"Mrs. Jin." The head maid who picked up the plane bowed slightly: "Please follow me."

"Good afternoon, thank you for your hard work."

"This is our job." The head maid smiled slightly: "Please——"

Behind them, there was a Gulfstream airliner marked with the word "Song" on the tail, which was being slowly turned towards the hangar by a trailer.

As the owner of Worry-free Island, Mr. Song owns more than half of the shares in the airport. Song's Heavy Industry even has an airline company that specializes in flying these offshore routes. If Mrs. Jin wants to come to visit, it is probably as simple as driving to a suburban villa for rest and camping.

Go to the island for breakfast in the morning, go back to the mainland for lunch at noon, and fly over to drink sea cucumber soup in the evening when I feel better.

The happiness of the rich is sometimes as simple as that - so simple...

"Where is my husband? Are you here?"

"Mr. Jin's plane will arrive in half an hour. Should we wait here or go to the manor first?"

Mrs. Jin looked at her watch and seemed to think of something: "Today you...go to the manor first."