Li Wenzhao turned on the light, sat up, listened to the housekeeper next door mumbling, and stared at his phone for a long time, but Jing Yi didn’t send any more messages.

“…”

Crazy little housekeeper, now he starts teasing his boss in the middle of the night.

Li Wenzhao made a note in his heart, put down his phone, turned off the lights, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.

Ding ding ding.

There was a soft scratching sound at the door outside the room.

Li Wenzhao opened his eyes again: “…”

Jing Yi stood outside the door, holding a glass of milk he had just taken out of the refrigerator, and knocked on the door gently: [Master, I’m here, open the door]

The door opened in the next second.

The little housekeeper, wearing a white bathrobe and soaking himself till he looked rosy and tender, came to the door himself.

The hotel’s bathrobes are one size fits all, and it fits Li Wenzhao well, but it’s a little too big for Jingyi. The neckline is skewed, revealing a large area of ​​delicate, pink skin.

“you……”

Before Li Wenzhao could say anything, the steward came in, looking for something, holding a cup of unknown liquid in both hands: “Make way, it’s going to overflow.”

Li Wenzhao: “…”

The master bedroom was much larger than Jing Yi’s second bedroom, and the layout was more sophisticated. Jing Yi glanced at the position of the bed and placed the milk on the bedside table like a bomb: “Master, drink the milk before going to sleep.”

Li Wenzhao looked at his straight white calves under his bathrobe, his eyes darkening: “You came to knock on the door just to deliver milk?”

“Yeah.” Jing Yi nodded: “It’s a sleep aid. Drink it quickly so you can sleep well at night.”

Li Wenzhao, who was awakened, said: “…”

Jing Yi tilted his head and looked at him for a while: “Or do you want to drink something hot? I’ll go get it.”

Li Wenzhao stopped him and lowered his voice a few degrees: “No, this will do.”

Jing Yi stopped and looked at him strangely.

Li Wenzhao: “What’s wrong?”

“Do you have a cold? Why is your throat hoarse?” Jing Yi ran over, stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and touched Li Wenzhao’s forehead.

The large bathrobe tilted with his movements…

Li Wenzhao: “…”

“It seems a little hot, young master, you seem to be hot…”

“go out.”

Before Jing Yi could finish his words, Li Wenzhao grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and pushed him out of the room.

The door slammed behind him.

Jing Yi: “……?”

Before Jingyi had time to think about what Li Wenzhao meant, the phone in his bathrobe vibrated.

[Fan Ming]: Butler Jing, has the milk been delivered?

Jing Yi typed blankly: [I sent it, but the young master seems to be a little strange.]

[Fan Ming]: What’s wrong?

[Your Uncle Jing]: He seems to have become red and warm.

[Fan Ming]: …

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The next morning, Jing Yi went out sleepwalking and saw Li Wenzhao had already gotten up and was tying his tie in front of the mirror.

Jing Yi leaned over and asked with concern: “Are you okay?”

Li Wenzhao exerted force with his hands, and the tie knot almost got stuck on his Adam’s apple.

He turned to look at the boy next to him, “What’s good?”

Jing Yi: “You seemed to have a fever last night. As the housekeeper, I should go out and buy medicine for you right away.”

“…” Li Wenzhao took a deep breath: “No need.”

Jing Yi nodded and floated away: “I think it’s fine.”

“…”

After they changed their clothes, Jing Yi helped carry the boss’ briefcase. Seeing that Li Wenzhao was still on the phone, he opened the door and waited.

However, just as the door opened, Jing Yi saw a crack in the room opposite, and Fan Ming, who had not been seen all night, was looking over here through the crack.

Fan Ming: |.0)

Jingyi: (0.|

“Secretary Fan, what are you doing?” Jing Yi asked, revealing half of his face.

Fan Ming said: “I’m waiting for President Li to notify me that I won’t be working today.”

That’s a nice thought. Jing Yi said, “You earn so much, how can you always think about resting?”

Fan Ming smiled and said, “Yes, I should learn from Butler Jing.”

The door shook, and Jing Yi raised his hand to hold it: “Secretary Fan, can we both show our faces openly? It’s tiring to chat like this.”

“…”

Fan Ming opened the door, and after a moment of sneaking around, he became as serious as if possessed by a ghost: “Butler Jing, good morning.”

Jing Yi opened the door and went out carrying a heavy briefcase: “Good morning, Secretary Fan.”

When Fan Ming saw what he was holding, he quickly took it and said politely, “Thank you for your hard work, Steward Jing. I’ll take it.”

“?” Jing Yi narrowed his eyes and said, “Secretary Fan, after not seeing you for one night, you seem to have a different face.”

Fan Ming said: “Is he much kinder?”

Jing Yi stated seriously: “It’s the face of a villain who has succeeded.”

After a pause, he stared at Fan Ming’s face and added carefully: “He is still a villain who sneaked around and stabbed me in the back, and succeeded.”

Fan Ming: “…”

Li Wenzhao came out of the room with a blank expression on his face. “What backstabbing? Who is the villain?”

Fan Ming said: “I was just joking with Butler Jing.”

Li Wenzhao thought of the glass of milk of unknown origin last night, and his eyes fell on Fan Ming: “Since you like to joke around, I want to play a joke on you when I pay you?”

“…” Fan Ming paused: “Boss Li, I can apologize.”

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