Farewell to Fangfang, Xiao ye walked to the door of the community with a bag. He was stopped by the security guard and reported a number. After the security guard called to confirm, he was released.

Xiao ye walked into the villa and looked around, his face full of envy.

As Fangfang knows, this villa area is indeed a famous rich area in Kyoto. People living in it are either rich or expensive. Many top artists in the entertainment industry also live here.

Xiao Ye had just graduated for half a year. Fortunately, he was interviewed and entered a large company called Shenxin entertainment. After doing chores of serving tea and pouring water for several months, he was even more lucky to be selected by the company's "second sister" and became the other party's life assistant.

Although he is only a little assistant, this is the "second sister" of Shenxin entertainment. It is below one person and above ten thousand people!

When she could be her life assistant, Xiao Ye immediately felt that her future was bright!

However, to Xiao Ye's surprise, this female artist, who is famous for her "gentleness and kindness" in the whole entertainment circle, is a cold, selfish, eccentric and extremely difficult to serve.

Xiao Ye was almost out of breath after following her for a week. She was called around like a slave every day. The assistant didn't treat him as a person at all, but only by his own mood.

Once she seemed to see a group photo of herself and a new man. The new man was more beautiful than her, so she lost her temper. She kept tossing about what he did that night, and even asked Xiao Ye to come from the rental house at two or three in the morning just to wash the toilet for her.

Xiao Ye can see that this well-known female singer is gentle and kind in front of fans and the media, with a perfect image, and she is another person in private.

Moreover, Xiao Ye felt that every time she looked at her eyes, it was a little strange, like a cat thinking about how to kill the caught mouse!

Xiao Ye wanted to resign more than once, but he was reluctant to give up this fairly good salary and treatment.

No way, I can only bear it until I find a better job.

Besides, what if artists from other companies are more abnormal than this?

In short, just be careful. Boys always know how to protect themselves outside.

Xiao ye walked to a villa with his pocket and didn't have to knock. The camera at the door had automatically photographed his face. Then, the villa door was opened by the remote control inside.

He took a deep breath, walked carefully into the villa, passed the garden, came to a two-story house, and gently pushed the door in.

"What's the matter with you? Why did you go so long?"

As soon as I entered, I heard a woman scolding inside:

"Talk, get over here!"

Xiao Ye quickly bent down to change her slippers and walked into the living room with her pocket.

I saw a beautiful "aunt" sitting on the sofa, looking at him discontentedly.

Yes, for Xiao Ye, who is only 20 years old, although this woman is famous and beautiful, she does belong to Xiao Ye's "aunt" generation at the age of 35.

"Sorry, sister Yang, something happened on the way."

However, he naturally did not dare to call the aunt face to face. He could only shout sister Yang against his heart.

"What about midnight?"

Yang Jiaxin looked coldly at the little milk dog in front of her. Her handsome face full of collagen was very frightened and nervous, which made her feel very satisfied.

"Here it is. Are you eating now?"

The little suckling dog carried the plastic bag in the handle.

"What did you buy? Let me see."

Yang Jiaxin saw the fatigue on the young man's face. She liked the way her men were busy for her.

Because it's proof of her status.

In particular, a handsome young man who looked so good ran more than ten kilometers in the cold night just to buy food to her satisfaction, which made Yang Jiaxin feel very comfortable.

"According to your request, sister Yang, they are all things with less oil and fat. I'll show you."

Xiao Ye took out these little salt and oil dishes from the bag and put them in front of Yang Jiaxin one by one.

"Yes, go and give me those dishes and chopsticks."

Yang Jiaxin nodded slightly. Xiao Ye immediately ran into the kitchen and brought her a pair of silvery white bowls and chopsticks.

Yang Jiaxin eats very carefully. Even the dishes and chopsticks are customized. It is said that such a set of dishes and chopsticks cost thousands.

Watching the little milk dog put the dishes and chopsticks in front of her, she stared at each other discontentedly. Xiao Ye said she was sorry, so she put a chopstick in each dish into the bowl, and then brought the bowl to Yang Jiaxin.

"Good."

Yang Jiaxin took the bowl with satisfaction and stroked Xiao Ye's hand, which made him stiff.

"Cluck, you're so cute!"

Yang Jiaxin smiled wildly, took a chopstick and fried vegetables into her mouth, chewed them twice, frowned slightly and said:

"Why does it smell like wine?"

Xiao Ye took a look and remembered that the fried green vegetable was placed at the top of the plastic bag. The food box was not fully buttoned. It seemed that the chubby little sister sprayed some in when she vomited.

He bowed his head and stood respectfully: "it's probably a material bar."

"Cooking wine?" Yang Jiaxin chewed a few more times, took a bowl of soup, drank it, looked up and asked:

"There's cooking wine in the soup, too?"

Xiao Ye looked. The plastic box containing soup was placed next to the fried vegetables, and probably could not escape the poison of the little sister.

He said as if nothing had happened: "this cook likes to use his homemade cooking wine."

"Yes." Yang Jiaxin nodded and took another sip of soup.

"It tastes very special. I'll buy it next time."

"Yes." Xiao Ye lowered his head for fear that the other party would see his uncontrollable smile.

Yang Jiaxin has always been very self disciplined. She put down her chopsticks after only one bite of each dish.

Seeing Xiao Ye still standing there respectfully, with a satisfied smile on her face, she suddenly took out her mobile phone and slammed it on the table.

"Who is more beautiful in this picture?"

Xiao Ye took a step forward and looked at it with a slight lag.

This is a group photo of Yang Jiaxin and another young female star. Xiao Ye remembers that Yang Jiaxin was very angry because of this photo last time and called him to brush the toilet in the early morning.

Another female star in the photo is Lin Yao, young and beautiful, gentle temperament, especially those eyes, although they are somewhat similar to Yang Jiaxin, they are obviously more aura and look more comfortable.

Does everyone know who is more beautiful?

Xiao Ye thought in his heart, but he didn't dare to tell the truth. He smiled against his heart: "of course, sister Yang is more beautiful!"

Yang Jiaxin asked, "who sings better, me or her?"

You use me as a magic mirror?!

Xiao Ye bit her lips and reluctantly let the muscles on her face continue to form the shape of a smiling face.

He has heard Lin Yao's songs, especially the three new songs just released two days ago. He feels very good.

At least, it sounds better than Yang Jiaxin's song.

"Of course, sister Yang sings better!"

He replied.

"Yes, you are not blind or deaf. How can so many people not understand such a simple fact? "

Yang Jiaxin nodded with satisfaction, stood up, walked to the French window and looked out at the dark night.

"It doesn't matter. They'll understand it all tomorrow."