Chapter 5: : Gu Shao in Rumor 2

Munan turned around and finally reached the main hall with the help of Steward Qian.
The Qingkong House occupies a vast area, a three-story main building, a gym, and an attached garden. Located in the eastern suburbs of Shenghua Financial District, it has a unique location and an outrageous luxury.
There is only one middle-aged maid, Zhang Ma, and the money housekeeper who manages the housework every other day.
After cleaning up, Munan finally went to see the rumored young master.
Gu Yuze's room is on the third floor of the main hall, occupies the best view and feng shui of the blue sky, and can overlook the dazzling scenery of the whole blue sky.
The door opened, and Munan followed the steward Qian, watching the old man take his round waist and bend down respectfully: "Master, the new assistant is here to report."
Munan looked into the house, and a huge leafy tree covered the shade of the next half of the day. There seemed to be a person sitting on the delicate gray chair. He turned his back to the two of them, and he could only see a few strands of chestnut hair emerging from the chair.
"Old money, you go out first."
Lazy voice, full of strange magnetism and blur.
Steward Qian looked at Munan worriedly, bowed respectfully, turned and left.
The door clicked softly, and there were only two people left in the spacious and bright room.
Munan was playing drums in her heart. She wasn't afraid of this young master Gu Yuze, but felt the atmosphere was weird. She has not much contact with the young masters of the world-class rich, and she does not know what kind of bean dregs are made of these people's brain cells.
No matter, the soldiers came to cover the water and earth.
Munan coughed deliberately, and when he met the rumored Gu Shao, it was a little illusion that the had seen the emperor. She tried her best to make her voice sound natural: "Hello young master, I am Munan, and I will serve as your assistant in the future-please, please advise."
The man remained silent, and the heels of Munan Station were sore, but he didn't see Master Gu say a word.
Can't help but wonder, is this person dumb? Or born disabled?
Being puzzled, a strange recording suddenly came from the room:
["Brother, you can't do it~"
It's a pity that he is so weak that he can't help but feel too frustrated, he doesn't even have the ability to protect himself, and he doesn't look like a man anymore. 】
Munan blinked his clear eyes, this familiar ironic tone, this silly tone, Munan suddenly remembered the mess in the cafe three days ago.
Could it be...
Is it possible?
auzw.com will not be so coincidental!
Munan has always been aware of the stinking problem of his mouth loss, both civil and military, and able to move his hands and mouth.
The gray chair turned around leisurely, the man with one hand in his trouser pocket and a small recording pen in the other, his handsome face was mixed with evil charm and playfulness.
Slightly messy chestnut hair, tall nose bridge, dark eyes like ink, the corners of the mouth are slightly curved with a smirk, the right ear is a silver starburst earring, just wearing a black silk pajamas, the whole person Lazily leaning on the chair casually, surrounded by a compelling attitude, cool, dragging and arrogant.
Munan was stunned for a moment, with a silly cry in his heart, this man is also handsome and can't be pulled.
"Munan" Gu Yuze dragged the tone, staring at her with a smile.
"Master, what's your order?" Munan was sturdy, his eyes gloomy, staring at her scalp numb. Could it be that because of the coffee shop, she ridiculed a few words casually, and this person remembered herself?
"You said this young man can't do it? Worse? Can't help but feel weak? Not like a man?"
"Ahem, master, it's a misunderstanding."
"The name is ugly, and it looks even uglier." Only a slight sarcasm was heard from the man.
Munan was speechless.
Gu Yuze got up, approached step by step, looking down at Munan, seeming to be looking at the Chinese food: "The height is close to the horizon, the skinny is barely fleshy, and he is poor and sour. It is best to be a slave from a slum.
Munan twisted his head carefully and looked up, and suddenly realized that he was trapped in his tall shadow.
The demon spread his black wings and smiled evilly, looking down at the slave he had just acquired.

Mu Nangang greeted Zhang Ma, the maid, and as soon as he turned around, a black and white robes smashed down the stairs on the third floor.
"Slave. I'll give you ten minutes, change your clothes, and go to the gym." The dragging voice floated over.
Gu Yuze glanced diagonally at Munan, who was struggling to obey the Tao and sneered off his face.
Munan frowned, this young master really has a bad temper.
One mouth and one slave, the Qing Dynasty perished, really think he is the emperor Laozi?
Munan couldn't help rolling his eyes: "Yes~ I'll be here soon."
"The look of rolling your eyes is ugly, don't let Ben Shao see."
Munan: "...Yes."