Chapter 1309

Uneasy, the car slowly along the road into, and finally stopped in front of the Ming villa.

In this process, Mrs. Ming did not say a word to Yan Xiaoshu.

After getting out of the car, Yan Xiaoshu finally let go.

However, just when she thought she had escaped, Mrs. Ming's voice came from her.

"Xiao Shu, come to the study with me."

What?

Is Mrs. Ming calling her?

Tell her to go with her to the study?

No!

Wait, did she hear Mrs. Ming call herself Xiao Shu?

Did she hear it wrong?

In other words, the Ming family has a maid whose name is the same as hers, and Mrs. Ming just regards herself as her?

Looking up, Mrs. Ming has taken the lead in walking towards the door of the villa.

Yan Xiaoshu struggled in the bottom of her heart. Now she is in the villa of Ming family. Anyway, she has to follow Mrs. ming to the study.

She still needs time to aim at opportunities. The identity of maid is still useful to her. She has to find a way to maintain it.

I don't know if the maid named "Xiaoshu" has made any mistakes. I just hope I won't help myself later.

With ten thousand worries, Yan Xiaoshu still steps forward and follows Mrs. Ming, heading for the villa study.

As early as more than 30 years ago, Gu Xiangrong and mingyaode were still young. When they took over the family business, the business pattern was very different from now. At that time, Gu's family was just a small enterprise that had just been established. At best, it could only be said that they had a good momentum of development. No matter in terms of business scope or comprehensive strength, they were already 100 years old The Ming's group of enterprises in 2000 can not be compared.

Just like this, the Ming family can occupy the position of Louwang in the villa area.

The house is very elegant. It's four stories high. It's a villa. Even if it's a garden house, it's not too big.

Sure enough, as Yan Xiaoshu guessed, there are a lot of servants in this villa. There are gardeners in charge of taking care of flowers and plants in the yard, aunts in charge of cleaning in the corridor, maids serving tea and pouring water in the living room. When going up the stairs, Yan Xiaoshu also saw medical staff in white coats.

It's said that the old master of Ming family has been in bed for a long time. This medical staff should be responsible for taking care of him, right?

Thinking about this, Yan Xiaoshu and Mrs. Ming soon came to the study door on the second floor of the villa.

The decoration style of the Ming family is basically the same as that of the Ming family as a whole. The European style palace style is extremely luxurious. The floor is covered with cashmere carpets with exquisite patterns. The furniture is also a first-line international brand. On the super high ceiling, there is a crystal chandelier hanging with incomparable luxury, which shows the extraordinary style of the host everywhere.

Yan Xiaoshu also has a study in her own home. In recent years, many of her little sisters have visited each other's study. However, Yan Xiaoshu can guarantee that the Ming study is the most special and surprising study she has ever seen.

Other people's study may have been used as an office or a rest room.

In this information age, we have already formed the habit of obtaining information through the Internet. The time for reading is less and less compressed.

However, after entering the Ming family's study, Yan Xiaoshu will be so shocked.

This is really, completely a study, just for books.

In the room, the three walls are bookcases directly connected to the roof. In the study, in addition to a desk, there is a leather sofa for two people. On the side of the sofa, there is a small side table, on which there is a Book stuffed with bookmarks and a ceramic cup.

And on the desk, in addition to the pen holder, a pot of green plants, there is no other thing, the whole study, but also can not find a computer.

Obviously, it's really just a study for people to read, not an office.

After entering the study door, Mrs. Ming reached for the sofa.

"Sit down."

She herself, on the chair behind her desk.

At this time, a servant came in, picked up the books and cups on the side table, put a cup of tea, and a few cakes that were very appetizing.

This treatment is not like the master to the servant, but more like entertaining the guests!

This idea just came into my mind, and I heard Mrs. Ming open her mouth.

"Nice to meet you, Xiao Shu."

In a word, Yan Xiaoshu was confused.

There are only two of them here. They are quiet and close to each other. Mrs. Ming speaks clearly and she hears clearly. She calls herself Xiao Shu.

If, just now, she thought that she had heard it wrong, or that there was a maid in the Ming family with the same pronunciation as her own name, then now, she must abandon this blind optimism.Because Mrs. Ming said to her, "nice to meet you.".

Obviously, in Mrs. Ming's eyes, she is not a maid at all, and she is really treated as a guest.

Have you been seen through?

In fact, Mrs. Ming knew for a long time that she was Yan Xiaoshu, not a maid who forgot to bring her work permit?

"I..."

Yan Xiaoshu was embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

It was Mrs. Ming, with a smile on her face, a soft voice and a gentle tone, that made Yan Xiaoshu's mood relaxed and comforted.

"Don't be nervous. I'm rude to bring you here. You may not know me, but I've heard about you. "

Mrs. Ming smiles and looks at Yan Xiaoshu's eyes, as if the elders treat the younger generation, gentle and caring.

At this point, needless to say, Yan Xiaoshu can almost guess that the lady in front of her is Mingkun's mother.

Not surprisingly, Yan Xiaoshu's conjecture was soon confirmed.

In a word, the two women in this study are of great significance to Mingkun. Because they all love Mingkun, they always unconsciously feel more intimate with each other.

However, speaking of Mingkun, this is a sad topic after all. After a start, Mrs. Ming's eyes have been moist.

"It's Mingkun. That child is not blessed..."

Seeing this, Yan Xiaoshu quickly gets up and takes out a tissue from her pocket to deliver it.

"Aunt, don't be too sad. I don't think that if Mingkun knew it underground, he wouldn't want you to be so sad for him."

Mrs. Ming took the tissue from Yan Xiaoshu's hand and wiped away the tears from her eyes, but it was her son after all

I'm afraid only those who have personally experienced the pain of sending people with white hair to those with black hair can realize the deep pain.