Han Yurong bit her lip and said, "Master Beile, it was Yurong who misunderstood you! Yurong apologized to you!" As she said that, she was about to kneel down.

Dulun Qizhen could not see that the ancients knelt down at any time. They hurriedly calmed down and stepped forward to support Han Yurong's soft jade arms. The warmth and faint fragrance from her soft arms made him feel a little distracted.

Then he smiled and said, "Sorry! Miss Han was because I didn't explain it clearly and made you misunderstand."

Han Yurong said with a blank expression: "It's nothing, I misunderstood Mr. Beile." She just hid in the inner room and heard that Dulun Qizhen had no thoughts about her, and felt disappointed. She secretly blamed herself for being passionate. How could Mr. Beile, who was arrogant, fall in love with her a folk girl?

Dulun Qizhen said: "Miss Han, if you don't want me to help you, just pretend I didn't say it. I know you are a strong woman, and I am abrupt!"

Am I a strong woman? Strong is just my appearance. Who knows the weakness in my heart and suddenly realizes that I am really tired. I want someone to shelter me from the wind and rain. Forget it, let’s live like this in this life! It’s good to be alone.

Han Yurong squeezed out a smile and said, "Master Beile, I will think about what you said. It's getting late today. You all go and rest. I'll go see Yun'er."

Dulun Qizhen said: "Well, remember not to let him go, otherwise all his previous efforts will be wasted. By the way, I also see where you can go to Shengjing City tomorrow morning, and you can also find some doctors who are addicted to smoking."

Han Yurong nodded and agreed for her younger brother. Dulun Qizhen said: "Don't worry about the residence and the money. I'll lend it to you first. In the future, you will open a restaurant and earn money, and you will have to pay it back." He knew that Han Yurong didn't want to use his money for nothing, so he deliberately said to lend it to him.

Seeing Han Yurong's gratitude, she couldn't help but joke: "If Miss Han couldn't pay it back, wouldn't she betray the debt, right? Then you can only pay off the debt with your body!"

Han Yurong knew he was joking, and somehow, she vaguely hoped that there would be such a day in her heart. She lowered her head shyly, turned around and walked out.

Xiangming said, "Is Mr. Beile going to sleep? I will prepare warm water for you." As he said that, he had already scooped a few scoops of warm water from the simple stove next to him. He brought it over and said, "Mr. Beile is wronged. You have come to Xinger's house for the first time but you have suffered such a crime."

Dulun Qizhen said: "Where is my favorite little Xiangming here, this is the paradise on earth."

Xiangming felt warm in his heart. After you fucked Xiaopa, come and wipe Dulun Qizhen's face. Dulun Qizhen dared not refuse this girl like before and let her wipe her face obediently. Xiangming was very serious, and she couldn't miss every inch of her skin. Her eyes were so gentle, she looked like a young wife.

Xiang Ming looked at Dulun Qizhen's deep eyes. It was as bright as the starry sky, full of mystery, as if it was about to sink into this eyes at once.

After a long time, she avoided Mr. Beile's gaze and brought water to wash her feet. Her white and tender little hands gently kneaded Mr. Beile's soles, like a massage.

Durum Qizhen felt a little flattered. He had only paid money in his previous life, but now he seemed like a dream. He is really afraid that he just had a dream.

Xiang Ming smiled and said, "Do you feel a little more comfortable?" He took a towel and gently wiped Beile Jingui's feet.

Durum Qizhen was very moved. Which woman can wash your feet?

Xiang Ming led Mr. Beile to a simple bedroom and said, "Mr. Beile is the small bed I slept on weekdays. It is a bit simple and can't stand the wind and cold. I will come to carry two quilts later."

Dulun Qizhen said: "No need, Master Beile, I am not as delicate as Mud. By the way, you slept with your own bed, where will you sleep?"

Xiang Ming said: "I'll sleep on this chair. If Master Beile wants to get up at night or something, Xiang Ming can take care of Master Beile."

How could Dulun Qizhen let a little girl stay up late for him? She pretended to be angry: "Your Madam Xiangming Beile doesn't agree. You have to go to bed, so you can squeeze with your sister. It's really not possible. By the way, I'll go to your brother's bed to sleep. Anyway, he's sleeping in the woodshed now, isn't this an air strike?" He was about to get up as he said.

Xiangming felt sorry for her and felt sweet when she saw that Mr. Beile felt sweet since she was a child. Since she was a child, only her sister cared about her. Before she arrived at Durham Mansion, Mr. Beile always annoyed herself first, but she hurriedly grabbed Durum Qizhen and said, "No, Mr. Beile, my brother's bed is really unbearable, so I'd better go to bed."

Dulun Qizhen thought it was true, how could her brother, an old smoker, clean up the bed? It must be stinking. However, when she heard that a little girl like Xiangming went to bed, she was even more reluctant to say: "No, Xiangming, your brother's bed must be stinky. In the future, will I feel sorry for my good fragrant tea turn into good smelly tea?"

Xiangming blushed and said, "Then I'd better go and squeeze in with my sister all night."

Dulun Qizhen nodded with a smile: "Okay, go, Master Beile will solve the problem of getting up at night, and you can sleep well all night. When my little Xiangming is growing, she will grow wrinkles when she is not sleeping enough. Then she is not my personal maid, but my personal maid. Okay, go to bed quickly."

"Yeah." Xiangming opened her watery eyes wide and nodded. At this time, Han Yurong walked in.

"Ming'er, my bed is too small, you should sleep in your brother's bed. If it's really not possible, just sleep in Mr. Beile's bed. Anyway, you are his personal maid." After that, he walked into his bedroom without looking back.

Xiangming was a little shy. What's wrong with her sister? How could she say such words? She was stunned for a moment and glanced at her own Master Beile, and saw that he was also stunned on the bed and didn't know what he was thinking.

"Silly sister, I hope you can understand your good intentions in the future." Han Yurong stood at the head of the bed without saying a word for a long time, and a loss filled her heart.

The family has fallen, and she is really tired for so many years. She hopes that her sister can have a good home. Even if she is alone in this life, she will be satisfied as long as her sister can be happy. It’s great to have a sister, and it’s better to have a kind sister!

Dulun Qizhen felt a little nervous now. This was her personal maid, and he was his person. The key was that Xiang Ming was so young. He, a modern person, always felt guilty like this, but there seemed to be a vague feeling of excitement in his heart, inexplicably excited.

Xiangming gritted his teeth and said, "Master Beile, I'll just sleep on this chair, so it's easy to take care of you in the middle of the night."

Dulun Qizhen said: "Xiangming, you'd better go to bed." After saying this, he felt his heart beating faster and he felt a stimulating.
Chapter completed!