The cleaners are amazing!

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Even though she woke up two hours later than usual today, when Ann Marie sat at the dining table and was about to enjoy her first cup of morning coffee, she still couldn't help but let out a big yawn.

The scene where she opened her mouth wide enough to swallow her fist happened to be seen by Fan Qiong'an, the cook who brought breakfast into the dining room.She raised her eyebrows unhappily, put down the plate in front of her, and said:

"I didn't wake up until almost noon, and I'm still yawning? Miss, you are really shameless."

Tongue out playfully. "Sorry, Joan."

Everyone in the Lang family, from the master, the wife, to everyone including Ann Marie, dared not and could not disobey the words of Joan, the cook - because if you offend Joan, you have to report to the world's top and most authentic. Say goodbye to delicious pasta and pizza.

If you think this is just a small problem of "McDonald's is not open, it's a big deal to go to Burger King", then you are very wrong.Joan's unparalleled craftsmanship is the kind of celebrity chef level that lets your taste buds know about heaven, and you will never go back to the mortal world.For the Lang family, whose tongue has been spoiled by Joan and who has been spoiled, it feels like they are in hell if they haven't eaten the food cooked by her for a while.

Put Joan and self-esteem on the same scale, then Ann Marie would rather sacrifice face than sacrifice the opportunity to taste Joan's food.

"Oh, you don't owe me any apology, miss. I'm just a bum old woman who can't stand young people staying up late. I don't understand why you can't be like the virtues passed down by your ancient ancestors, who work at sunrise and work at sunset. Hurry up, you have to live your life upside down.”

"Joan, it's so sour." His facial features shrunk into a ball.

"What? This sweet pie is freshly baked, how could it be sour... Besides, you didn't bite the sweet pie at all."

Smiling at Joan, she said, "I mean you talk sourly, not pie."

Joan, who is sixty years old, but well maintained and still charming, rolled her beautiful blue eyes, put her hand on her waist with her mouth pursed, and pointed at Ann Marie with the other, and said with gestures: You naughty girl!

She quickly got up and put her neck around her, kissed her cheek and said coquettishly: "I know you are worried about me, afraid that I will be too busy. Don't worry, no matter how ambitious I am, I will not stay up late for work, but It's a big stupid thing to lose your health. Last night was just a moment...some things I couldn't figure out were bothering me, and I couldn't fall asleep after thinking about it."

A little relief appeared on Joan's face, she hugged her back, and said: "Miss silly, if you can't sleep in the future, come and knock on my door, I will make you a pot of tea for sleeping, and keep it for you Feel the dawn."

"I see, I will definitely do this next time." With an angelic smile.

Her obedient performance finally made Joan regain her smile and return to her daily amiability.Asking her now if she would like more coffee, now asking if she would like another pie, and serving her meal diligently.

It's strange to say that Pingping is from the Fan family. In front of Joan, she can treat her like a mother or a relative, and she can act coquettishly and joke with her naturally.But if the situation was exactly the same, and she met Joan's son Fanpio, Ann Marie knew that she would involuntarily put on airs and show her awkward and willful side.

She remembered that they were not like this when they were young. The distance between Pampio and their family was not so far away. Just like Joan, everyone was harmonious and harmonious, and they were all part of the family.

But just as I was entering the distressed gray adolescence, my mind was full of dissatisfaction with this world full of contradictions and conflicts, anxiety about my future, and rebellion against adults.She had no time to care about other people, things, and things other than herself. When she found out, Fan Pio had silently erected a high wall of indifference between the master and the servant.

Although he was the one who built the fence, Ann Marie didn't think he was the only one responsible.Allowing him to do that is tantamount to being an accomplice in destroying the intimacy.If she could be more mature, instead of letting the wall pile up higher and thicker after a few cold nails, until she could no longer dismantle the wall with her own strength— —Maybe their relationship is not so cold and businesslike.

For example, like last night, when she finished staring and following for several days, she was exhausted like a panting old cow, and she finally returned home. Naturally, what she longed for in her mind was a touch of "Are you back?" Warm smiles, and cordial greetings of "hard work".

It's a pity that it was late at night, and Joan had already gone to bed to rest.Instead of her waiting at the door, the person who greeted Ann Marie home was Fan Pio.

An Marie couldn't describe how she felt when she saw Fan Pio the moment the door opened——

He didn't have a stinking face, in fact he didn't have any expression at all. He said indifferently and distantly, like a good and loyal servant:

"Welcome back, miss."

Somehow, it was very irritating.

"I'm going back to my house, what's there to welcome? Or are you mocking me for coming back too late?"

"..."

His confused expression made Ann Marie even more out of control.She threw all the briefcase and document bag in her hand on the ground, ordered him to "help me get back to my room!", and strode upstairs on her own.

It's embarrassing... Covering your face with your hands, just thinking about that scene, your cheeks are so red.

It's completely vexatious.

After sleeping for a few hours, under the bright sun, Anmarie can calmly admit that when she first entered the house last night, her behavior towards Pampio was out-and-out. Other, nasty bitch.

Now she really wants to slap her then.

Why?Why do you have to act so naive and like an idiot in front of Van Pio, what is wrong with you!

No.It doesn't help to think about these things.Her idiotic behavior made her want to roll on the ground and get mad, but what she didn't like to see was Fan Pio's submissive appearance.The kind of "obedience" that tells you silently and with an attitude, because you are the master and I am the servant, no matter what you do, I have no objection to "obedience", is not what Ann Marie wants.

...Then, what do I want?What do I want Van Pio to do?

Ann Marie picked up the sweet pie and ate it resentfully.

The crispy, crispy golden skin, the fluffy and soft interlayer with the natural flavor of wheat underneath, and the just-right sweet, slightly sour and wine-flavored purple berry filling form a waltz on the tip of the tongue.All of a sudden, the flames of anger in the cells were calmed down, and they jumped with joy for the delicious food.

She knew what she wanted from Vampio.

"Joan, where are my daddy and Pio?" Although she knew that they were unlikely to be home at this time, she asked with a glimmer of hope.

She wanted him to be this sweet pie—a crispy crust that crumbles when you bite into it, but a delicious taste that only she knows.

"They left the house an hour ago, with Pio in the driver's seat, with my lord. I think they're going to Capitol Hill."

"……oh."

Seeing her disappointed expression, Joan asked curiously: "What's the matter? Do you have any urgent needs to find them?"

"No. No, I'm fine."

She couldn't honestly say to Joan: I'm just going to apologize to your son and ask him to be my sweet pie.Right?She didn't want to frighten old Joan.

"I'm full." Stuffing the last bite of the pie, Ann Marie got up and left the dining chair and said, "I have an appointment with Dr. Dormon today." She had to go upstairs to change and prepare to go out.

The word doctor scared Joan. "Oh my god, what's wrong with you?"

"No, no, it's a question about work."

Even though she suspected that the X-ray film Fevik had taken was a threatening prop, it wouldn't hurt to check it out.So she made an appointment with the Lang family's family physician to hear the doctor's professional opinion.

She had seen the doctor, and then she had to stop by the newspaper office.

When she first heard that the editor-in-chief's mysterious "inside information" was related to her father, she was like a starving fish, swallowing the bait and the hook whole.Where did this inside line come from?Who is the informant?How reliable is it?She didn't even think about it.

She knew that it was impossible for her to find out the identity of the "informant" from the editor-in-chief-an informant is another kind of lifeblood for reporters.But at least the editor-in-chief must be forced to come up with some "evidence" to prove that the news is not groundless, so that it is worth pursuing.

In short, today will be very busy, and there is no time to waste time here.

"Huh, so that's how it is... My good lady, don't scare me." Patting her chest, Joan started to clear the dining table.

"It's because you get scared too easily." He lightly kissed Joan on the cheek. "Thank you for the delicious breakfast." Turning to leave.

Joan murmured that she looked like a naughty girl who could not grow up, and went back to the kitchen with the dishes.She had just put the dirty dishes into the large sink of the sink when the intercom phone hung on the wall rang—it was the guard at the door, and he breathlessly said something that puzzled Joan thing.She had to wipe her hands on the apron before climbing upstairs to find Ann Marie.

She knocked on Ann Marie's door and opened it. "Miss..."

Having already changed into the neat trousers, and halfway through the blouse, Anmarie turned her head in surprise. "Joan, I'm still changing, can't you wait?"

"It's the guard at the gate, and they say it's an urgent question—if I ask you, did you get a cleaner to come to the house?"

She froze.

"I don't have a name..."

Cleaner?She heard these three words very often recently, and they were usually related to a tall and arrogant Asian man—she had a bad feeling.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her frozen, Joan was at a loss.

Ann Marie pushed Joan out of the room and asked her to tell the guards to give herself a minute through the intercom.Then she changed clothes and put on makeup at the fastest speed in her life, finished dressing up, picked up her briefcase, walked out of the room, and quickly left the house—straight towards the gate of the Lang Mansion three hundred meters away.

Before she reached the destination guardhouse, she had already seen the mess.The guards at the door of her house, who were originally uniformed and neat, were all disheveled and embarrassed.Surrounded by three or four of them, they were dressed in gorgeous floral shirts, paired with royal blue suit jackets and trousers, looking like men who walked out of a monthly gigolo magazine.

"Yo!"

Sure enough it was him.

"Finally you're here, your guards are tough. Tell them I'm really a cleaner and not a bad guy."

Which cleaner in the world would wear a custom-made suit that is recognizable as a fashion brand and expensive?Even if there was, he wouldn't expect that others would treat him like a cleaner in this suit.

"What are you doing here?"

Grinning, the man blinked and said, "That's a good question, as expected of a reporter."

Ann Marie rolled her eyes upwards.Although they have only met a few times, and they are not very familiar, she has already realized that this man is a genius who irritates people-never get serious with him, the moment you are serious, you will lose.

"I want you, come with me."

Goddamn romantic lines, what a pity... it came out of a bastard's mouth.