Chapter 1418

Not far away, Meng Yao looked at the scene coldly and felt bitter poison in her heart.

"Ann xiaonuan, you want me to be your assistant. Dream!" she whispered, gnashing her teeth.

"What are you talking about?" the bodyguard frowned.

"Nothing... Nothing. I wonder if the juice is not enough, or I'll send some later?" Meng Yao recovered and quickly hid her hatred on her face.

"Well," the bodyguard nodded, "you'll send more orange juice later. Mrs. Xiao Nuan likes that."

Orange juice is naturally freshly squeezed. Yejia has many manors here, including orchards.

Juiced oranges are picked from Yejia's orchard. They taste very sweet. They are very different from those in the fruit shop outside. They taste very fresh.

An xiaonuan drank the sweet orange juice, lay in Yeming Jue's arms, looked up at the tile blue sky and narrowed his eyes happily.

The slender eyelashes cast a shallow shadow on her lying silkworm.

Lord Yeming kissed her forehead and closed her eyes.

"Uncle, if only time would stop like this..." an xiaonuan said.

"Why do you want time to stop?" Yeming asked.

"Because I like to bask in the sun in your arms like this." an xiaonuan still closed his eyes and smiled sweetly.

"Little fool," Lord Yeming pinched the tip of her nose, "in the future, I will accompany you to bask in the sun every day, in Europe, in Longcheng and on the island... You can go wherever you want."

"Really?" an xiaonuan opened his eyes, "but... But Xin Huai hasn't been caught. Is it unsafe?"

Yeming's face was slightly cold for a moment.

The Xin family is like a mouse hiding in the dark. We must pick up the nest as soon as possible, and then suffer from infinity.

"With me, you won't be in danger." Lord Yeming said to an xiaonuan.

"Well," an xiaonuan nodded, "uncle, I know, but I'm worried about Xi Xi and Tian Tian. After all, the Xin family once had a big business. If they make up their mind to deal with Xi Xi Xi and Tian Tian Tian, it's not that they can't think of a way."

Everyone knows that there is only one who has been a thief for a thousand days, and there is no one who has been a thief for a thousand days.

The open gun is easy to hide, and the hidden arrow is difficult to defend. It's really not so easy for the Xin family to uproot them for a while.

Lord Yeming was about to speak. A voice came from Leng's side: "Mr. Ye, Mrs. xiaonuan, here's the juice."

That's Meng Yao.

Meng Yao obviously heard some conversations between an xiaonuan and Yeming Jue, and his eyes twinkled.

"Don't come here if you haven't been called next time." Lord Yeming said coldly.

Meng Yao was startled by his eyes. Mr. Ye is a man who looks like an ancient Greek statue. His cheeks are well-defined, three-dimensional and tall... He has more aura than a top model.

But the eyes are too cold, like there is no temperature.

"Yes..." she said bravely.

"Go down." Lord Yeming ordered.

Meng Yao hurried down with the tray, calmed down for a while, and couldn't help thinking about what she had just heard.

Xin family?

Which family is the Xin family? Why haven't you heard of it before?

She took out her cell phone, sent a message to her family and asked about it.

From what she had just heard, she roughly speculated that the man named Xin Huai should be the enemy of the night family, and Lord Ye Ming should soon attack Xin Huai.

She has been with ANN xiaonuan for some days. She has never seen so obvious killing intention in the eyes of Lord Ming overnight.

She couldn't help wondering.

Who dares to offend Lord Yeming like this?

Before she could understand the problem, the bodyguard called her again: "how did you cut the fruit so big? How did you ask Mrs. xiaonuan to eat?"

Meng Yao looked at the fruits on the plate and clenched her teeth.

In the past, when she was at home, the servant always cut fruit for her. When did she do this?

"If you can't do such a thing well, how can you be an assistant to Mrs. Xiao Nuan?" said the bodyguard.

Meng Yao picked up the fruit and began to cut it again. At this time, her mobile phone rang.

She picked up her cell phone and saw that it was an anonymous call.

"Who's playing such a trick?" she hung up angrily and threw her cell phone into one of her bags.

After cutting the fruit and delivering it, Meng Yao starts to prepare cakes for an xiaonuan.

Of course, the pastry is made by the pastry maker. She just needs to put it right and bring it to the past.

But she still felt that the job was too humiliating. Every time she thought of being as busy as a servant girl, she hated her teeth itching.

An xiaonuan and ye mingjue stayed on the grass for a long time and baked a lot of delicious food. They didn't go back to the castle until the sun was going down.

Meng Yao naturally could not sit in the same car with them. She and her bodyguard crowded together in the back seat of an accompanying car, cold faced and silent.

From the beginning, she refused to communicate with these bodyguards except for work.

She despises these people. She is the eldest lady of the Meng family, and these are just bodyguards. How can she sit in the same car with her?

"Why is your cell phone shaking all the time?" one of the bodyguards frowned and asked.

Meng Yao recovered and found that there were several missed calls on her mobile phone, all of which were anonymous numbers without trace.

Who on earth is playing a prank?

She looked at her cell phone mistily and found that the bodyguard was staring at her cell phone screen. She couldn't help but say, "what are you looking at?"

"Nothing." the bodyguard turned his head.

Meng Yao snorted and took her cell phone in her hand. She thought that the next time the other party called, she would take it and scold directly to see who was so boring.

After getting off the bus and coming to the castle, Meng Yao returned to her room.

She has her own separate room and doesn't have to sleep in the dormitory with the servants in the castle, but she is very dissatisfied with this room. She thinks it's too small, the bed is too narrow, and the light is not enough... In short, she doesn't like everything.

"A bunch of bastards really make me a servant?"

As soon as she entered the room, Meng Yao threw her bag on the bed, took off her shoes and fell to the ground to vent her anger.

By this time, it was a little dark.

The cool night wind blew in, and with a little whistling, Meng Yao felt an unspeakable pain in her heart.

If things went well, she would have returned to Longcheng and sent the small sculpture to an Zixuan.

But I don't know... I actually met Lord Yeming and an xiaonuan in Europe?

Moreover, he offended these two people for a small statue.

Now it's too late to regret.

Her cell phone vibrated again at this time. It was still an anonymous call.