Chapter 63 The Preliminary Draft Is Over (Part Two)

"How is Miss Bai?"

Leila asked. She had given Debbie a good scare in the morning, so she was not sure whether she had been raped. Even though she knew there was nothing serious going on now, she was not sure about it. What's more, the look on Mu's face told everything.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

In an icy tone, Leila looked down and said, "I see."

"Run water. Bath."

After leaving this sentence, he walked to the sofa with his slender legs and lay down, looking tired.

Taking a look at the busy new maid, Leila stood up and went upstairs. While mixing the water temperature, she was thinking about the relationship between Max and Rosa. If she allowed herself to indulge in the relationship, it was very likely that she would be squeezed out of the side of Max in the end as Bertha said.

She was not afraid of being abandoned, but she was afraid that she would be abandoned before finishing her work. Thinking of her mother lying in the hospital, her eyes turned cold. She must take action as soon as possible!

While she was in an excited state, a hand suddenly grabbed her waist from behind. She screamed by instinct. Half lying on the edge of the bathtub, with her movement, she lost her balance and fell into the water.

The splash of large water poured Max the shower down from the head. Leila sat in the bathtub, with her minty green dress wet by the water. Max could see the exquisite curve of her body. She looked at Max in front of her nervously, not daring to move.

When Max saw the little woman in the pool, his original anger instantly turned into a bath fire. He reached out his big hand, and her petite body fell into his arms. Ignorin

o be so good at the final and the first draft. Isis was even worse than Leila.

"Miss Song, you're not like the rumor."

She finally understood what Tristan meant. She graduated from the domestic design department. The same draft was modified into a different style.

Leila chuckled. She always spoke with strength. How dare she play games with those wolves without real strength?

"Miss Zhou, can we start now?"

Leila said in a neither humble nor pushy tone. Isis nodded immediately. Since the sketches had been determined, there was no need to waste time. She turned around, said a few words to an employee, and then turned back and said, "No. check it carefully today. If there's anything wrong."

Leila understood what she meant. She had nothing to do now.

It was really hard for her to have some leisure time and she wanted to go to the hospital, but she gave up after taking a look at the position of Mr. Zhang.

She didn't want to go back to the apartment either. She had to go back to Song Group since she had not been back for several days. She should ask Mr. Dong about the progress of the matter.