Chapter 77: Transportable

Chapter 77
Su Yinghao looked up and forgot a glance at the dark corridor in front.
This old-fashioned apartment is cheap and doesn't have an elevator. Every step has to climb up by itself.
"Lead the way." Su Yinghao commanded, holding He Meixin and walking towards the stairs.
On the fourth floor in a breath, Luo Qingyun felt a little breathless. On the other hand, Su Yinghao saw that he was carrying a person alone, but he did not change his heart and did not beat.
The body is really strong enough to make you envious, jealous and hateful!
Luo Qingyun thought angrily, took out the key, and opened the door.
Su Yinghao wanted to help people into the room, but Luo Qingyun reached out and stopped him. "Mr. Su will be here. Thank you tonight. The cold house is rude, so I will not say Mr. Su to go in for tea. You go No. "
After speaking, without looking at Su Yanhao's face, he dragged He Meixin directly into the door of the house, fell down to the ground, and closed the door with a bang.
Shake off the donkey?
Breaking the bridge across the river?
This unconscionable little woman, Su Yinghao, raised her lips and smiled helplessly.
Looking around, his brows frowned instantly.
Is such a poor environment lived by people?

Early the next morning, Luo Qingyun's alarm clock rang through the entire small apartment.
He Meixin, who was a hangover, was awakened and felt only a headache.
Opening her eyes, she saw that Luo Qingyun had got up, she frowned, and rubbed her eyes and asked, "Qian Yun, why did you get up so early?"
"You must get up quickly, or you should be late for work." Luo Qingyun laid the bed, said.
When He Meixin heard that she was late for work, she did not dare to delay, and Mo Li got up.
Luo Qingyun went out and poured her a glass of warm water. "Drink a glass of water first, and you will be more comfortable. You do n’t drink well, so do n’t drink so much outside."
He Meixin took the water, took a sip, suddenly remembered something, and patted his head, "Yeah, I was drunk last night. How can we come back?"
"How did you say you came back?" Luo Qingyun gave her a white look, remembering that last night because of her, she had to accept Su Yihao's help, and her heart was unhappy.
He Mei hearted, knowing that she had caused her trouble, so she lowered the water glass, pinching her shoulders, and pleased, "Qing Yun, I'm sorry, I've made you tired, I'll invite you to eat delicious food tonight, Are you comforting? "
Luo Qingyun opened her hand and sighed, "It doesn't matter if I'm affected, but Maxim, you really can't drink so much alcohol in the future, you think about you as a girl, drink like that, if I'm not here , How do you do it alone? "
"Yes, yes, Mom Yun learned the right lesson, and she will never get drunk again. Even if she is drunk, and it must be under the supervision of Yun Mom. You will forgive Xiao this time, OK?" He Meixin knew that Luo Qingyun was concerned about herself, so she courageously pleaded guilty.
Luo Qingyun laughed at her, only shook her head, and turned to the bathroom to wash.
"Yes, Qingyun, why do you get up so early today? Aren't pregnant people very sleepy? Aren't you sleepy?" He Meixin brushed her hair and asked her head into the bathroom.
"You have to go to work. I have to go to work too. There is nothing I can do." Luo Qingyun brushed her teeth, washed her face, and went back to the room to change clothes.
After hearing her mention of going to work, He Meixin immediately thought that she had talked about working as a housekeeper at the Villa Su Yinghao last night, and the flame of gossip was immediately lit in her heart.
"Qing Yun, are you really Mr. Su's housekeeper?"
"Um." Although she didn't want to.
"Oh my God, you didn't even talk to me about such an important thing. It's too boring."
"Just a job."
"Who says it's just a job? But Su Suhao, as a housekeeper, wouldn't you be able to see him every day? Everyday facing such a superb job in the world, work is much more pleasing. Qingyun, I envy You, you said why didn't I remember going to learn your profession? It was so good to be a steward for the rich. "He Meixin's mind was imaginative about the profession of steward, and enviously said. .
Luo Qingyun was not available to accompany her again, and she had always been used to getting up early. If she could not get up to the villa when he got up, he was afraid to be taken down by him again.
"I'm going out first, you'll have to lock the door when you leave." Going to the door to change your shoes, without waiting for He Meixin, who was still changing clothes, she said in the direction of the room, opened the door and quickly left.

By the time she arrived at the villa, it was 8:45 in the morning.
Originally going out at seven, it was reasonable to be able to arrive in fifty minutes. As a result, the morning rush hour, the bus was blocked and could not move, it was almost an hour later than she expected.
After entering the villa, I thought that Su Yinghao should have got up and went to the company at this point. As a result, she entered the password on the front foot to unlock the door, and saw a long figure walking downstairs wearing a khaki household service on the back foot.
Luo Qingyun was shocked at first, but calmed down immediately.
"You ... haven't gone to work?" She looked at him and went straight to the sofa to sit down, she asked.
"I'm not used to working on a hungry stomach." He didn't look up, just picked up the newspaper on the coffee table and looked around.
What does this mean?
As soon as Luo Qingyun's brain circuit turned around, he realized that he was blaming her for not coming to make breakfast for him, preventing him from going to work?
"There are so many breakfasts outside the restaurant, is it the same to buy and eat?" She murmured, always thinking that he could find some differences.
Although her voice was small, he was still heard by him.
Turned the page of the newspaper in his hand, turned his head, deep black eyes stared at her, thin lips opened slightly, his expression coldly, "Why do I want you?"
"..." Luo Qingyun was speechless. Cooking was her duty, and she shouldn't have that mentality.
"I'll make breakfast for you now." Turning around, she was ready to go to the kitchen.
"Wait a minute." Su Yinghao called her.
Luo Qingyun turned his head and looked at him blankly, "Is Mr. Su have any instructions?"
Su Minhao's eyes were dim, but she didn't care about her extra sparse title, reached out, took out a small envelope from the coffee table drawer and handed it to her.
Luo Qingyun glanced, hesitated, or reached out to pick it up, "What's this?"
When I opened the envelope, I saw a key lying quietly inside.
Putting the key in the palm, she was a little confused. So, "What is this key?"
"I have a small apartment in the neighbourhood. You will live there later." His gaze fell back to the newspaper, his expression soft and light.
Luo Qingyun suddenly felt that the keys in his palms were a little hot.
His apartment?
"No, I have somewhere to live." She didn't want to accept any of his "benefits".
"Do you want to be late every day? Or do you want me to go hungry every day?" It seemed that she would refuse, he directly put down the newspaper in his hand, looked at her with a serious expression, and asked.