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"Take mine back to me, spit it out after eating me …" Give me what you owe me back, give me what you stole from me … You and I seem to be in love... "

In the folk, there is a saying that is not an idiom, but the state of a person in which he is in a state of complacency, calling his head and shaking his tail.

Chen Huan was just like how she was at that time, singing and jumping was one thing, she even started to play around with her broom.

She was like a rabbit, like a machine, like a faulty monster, in every form.

What she didn't know was that there wasn't a single thing about her appearance that had been seen and photographed by the people hiding in the shadows.

"After that person finished editing everything, he pressed it with his finger and sent it out." Drip, drip. The message was successfully picked up by someone on the other side of the Pacific Ocean.

This person was wearing only a milky white silk T-shirt, and her body was laid out horizontally on the golden beach. Her jade-white arms were placed diagonally across her face, and she was enjoying a sun bath to her heart's content.

She tossed the phone to the side with a "Drip Drip" sound and tilted her head to take a look. Seeing that the video started, with both of Chen Huan's hands holding the mop up high and her legs moving up and down, she could not help but spit out the Lan Mei juice that she had just drank.

"Oh my god, is this crazy woman Zhao Zheng's beloved?" Lan Mei spat out the juice, with a small portion still flowing down her chin towards her chest.

She was the type of woman with obvious lines and a body that made people drool. Lan Mei's juice rolled along her body, immediately attracting the attention of a few foreign "bachelor dogs" that had been watching her for a long time.

Her carefully pruned eyebrows slightly knitted. She extended her hand to receive the wet tissue paper given to her by the African girl kneeling beside her. Her eyes fell on the phone that the African woman was holding up.

Although her skin was as white as his, he could not rule out the fact that she was a beauty. Even though they were the kind of people who couldn't help but let their imagination run wild with a single look, ordinary people still didn't dare to carelessly dream about it.

"Heavens, what the hell is this?" When she saw Chen Huan driving the group of people away with the mop in an instant, she covered her mouth with her hands in disbelief. She looked at the African girl, then at the laughing woman on the phone.

"Oh, God!" She clasped her hands together in front of her chest and prayed. Then, she made a sign of crossing again, and her hands came down.

"This woman is really rude!" After thinking for a long time, the African girl beside him finally thought of the most appropriate word to describe Chen Huan. The woman seemed to agree with the words of her African servant, nodding silently.

She silently stared at the woman in the video. No matter how much Chen Huan did, she would feel pain in her heart.

"Zhao Zheng, did you do it on purpose?" After watching the video, the woman stared at her phone for a long time. Finally, she was able to think of one thing to describe her current feelings. She waved her hand in silence, signaling the maid to leave.

On her face that was like a flower, a trace of malice and unwillingness flashed past before finally being replaced by an elegant smile. She stared at the sun on the coastline in the distance. The sun was setting in the west, but to her, it seemed more like the rising of the sun.

"Chen Huan, it really is Chen Huan." Chen Huan, it really is Chen Huan. She laughed, and the maid, who was hiding in the distance and peeking at her, couldn't help but shiver. As far as she was concerned, the mistress was good at everything, but cruel and merciless.

She began to worry about the smiling, mischievous Chinese girl in her cell phone, afraid that she would suffer a loss at her master's hands and that the owner of the failed plan would implicate her and make her angry.

On the other hand, Chen Huan who was on the Pacific shore, did not know that her actions had unwittingly caused a few people to worry. She was still oblivious to herself, happily jumping about until she completely cleaned up the toilet.

Looking around the completely new toilet, she even felt a sense of accomplishment that could not be described with words. She thought about the mess in the bathroom before she cleaned it up, and then she looked at the shiny doors one by one.

"Mm, I really am a genius!" She clapped her hands together and put the mop back in place.

In order to emphasize the harmony between the mop and the toilet, she even considered for a long time before finally deciding to move the original position of the mop to the front of the toilet, to the right side of the door, to the wall of the bathing pool.

When she got out of the bathroom, she was still worried. She turned around and looked around for a while. There was no helping it, this was a masterpiece she created using all sorts of methods. It had the feeling of a child that had been raised for many years being taken away by someone.

If this was allowed there and no one was allowed in, it would also be sullying its responsibility and mission as a toilet. Chen Huan was a little worried. She reached out her right hand to brush away the bangs on her forehead, flung her hair fiercely, and turned to leave.

When he walked out of the toilet door, he looked up and saw that there was a group of women standing at the end of the corridor.

Compared to the previous strategy of besieging, they were much more obedient this time. They didn't go to the toilet, and instead surrounded and blocked the outside.

His clothes were changed rather quickly. Unfortunately, when he swung the mop, it was reeking without adding anything to the mop. If he really added something, these ladies probably wouldn't be so cocky.

Sigh, she, Chen Huan, was extremely poor, but these young mistresses were all dressed in gold and silver, they were all very rich!

She wasn't afraid of having too many people. She, Chen Huan, was not scared of anyone, but there was one problem, when she saw these people, it quickly slipped out of her mind.

She felt that she wouldn't be able to leave N City for the time being. It seemed impossible to escape Wang Yan's pursuit. If that was the case, then why didn't he use a godly attack to make Wang Yan completely give up on him?

She looked at those white legs and beautiful figures, neither dodging nor evading, and even welcomed them with a smile. The leader of the group she knew was none other than the woman she had called 'Heimu'.

Ye Zichen didn't know the name, but it was most likely due to the money, so she changed into a new set of clothes. She wore a dress with a waist deep V that covered her buttocks. The black cloth made her skin seem even whiter and snow-white.

Catch the thief, capture the king, catch the thief and find the dirty one. Chen Huan understood this very clearly. She smiled and pretended not to remember what she had just done.

"Aiya, what are all of you doing? Are you waiting in line for all three of you to arrive?" She leaned towards the woman. At this moment, her palms were still stained with the dust from accidentally pressing on the door earlier. "Look at me. I really deserve to die. I've made you wait for so long!"

She reached out to shake hands with him, but he made no move to answer her. Knowing that the other party had seen through her ill intentions, she hurriedly lowered her head to take out a wet tissue from her pocket and earnestly wiped her palms.