Chapter 117 My Little Maid
"No one really thinks Brown Group is awesome. As the Bryans's president, Charlee Ford doesn't care about this at all, okay?"
"Yes, it was Mrs. Jones who begged Charlee Ford to inherit Brown Group."
At that time, Charlee Ford suddenly added a large number of fans on the Internet.
"Do I think Charlee Ford is cute? Although silly, compared with her sister, it really makes people hate it?"
"And Charlee Ford has never had any negative news. I think it is expected that Bai will always like her."
"That is, I believe president's vision, there must be some bright spots in Charlee Ford."
Even more, # Charlee Ford Koi and Ben Carp # also made a hot search.
Behind the computer, Dallas finished typing the last string of codes, typed them down and stretched himself.
She sealed all the water troops in Black Charlee Ford on the Internet, killing them who didn't even know their mother.
After all this, footsteps came from the living room.
Dallas hurried back to the TV series page.
Nolan Sutton came over with a glass of water, glanced at the soap opera on the computer screen, and said helplessly, "Why don't you get tired of watching this every day?"
Dallas gave him a white look. "I want you to take care of it."
Nolan Sutton handed her the water, and she took a sip of it naturally. The comfortable temperature made her squint.
Until now, Dallas has not talked much about divorce.
Nolan Sutton was kind to her, took good care of her, and never made her fulfill any obligations of husband and wife, so he was happy to follow him.
It's painful to hide your identity.
She suddenly understood her boss a little.
"I don't care who cares about you?" Nolan Sutton looked at her kitten-like appearance, and somewhere she couldn't help softening. "I don't know how you lived before."
Pretending not to understand, Dallas finished drinking the water with his cup in his arms and looked up at him. "What can I do for you?"
Nolan Sutton nodded and took out a beautiful packing box from behind.
"My father's birthday is in a few days. I want to take you back to the Browns." Nolan Sutton said with a smile.
Dallas glanced at the delicate box. "What's in here?"
"A dress for you." Nolan Sutton smiled. "I want you to be the most beautiful woman on the scene."
Dallas smell speech, expression stunned, eyes across a strange mood.
She lowered her eyes in disguise and grabbed the box in his hand slightly rudely.
"Even if I don't use these, I am the most beautiful." Dallas turned over a few times in disgust, thought about it, but still didn't throw it.
There was a contented smile in Nolan Sutton's eyes.
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On the other side, in the Bryans Villa.
Early in the morning, William Bryan asked the servant to drag Charlee Ford out of bed.
Charlee Ford went downstairs in his pajamas and sleepy eyes. At a glance, he saw William Bryan sitting on the sofa, drinking tea and reading newspapers.
She didn't comb her hair, yawned greatly and muttered, "Why do you call me up so early?"
"You forget what you promised me yesterday." William Bryan looked at her calmly.
Charlee Ford shook his head and remembered William Bryan's request of "one-day maid" promised yesterday.
She opened her mouth. "Are you kidding?"
William Bryan raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you think?"
Charlee Ford: "…"
She looked at him for a long time.
When did William Bryan become such a boring person?
But the man didn't care what she did. He raised his hand lazily and snapped his fingers. "Bring it up."
When the maid at home heard this, she brought something up respectfully.
Charlee Ford looked intently.
-lying trough, a set, female, servant, outfit! ?
William Bryan, what kind of bad taste is this?
She looked incredulously at the maid's outfit in her hand, then at the expressionless William Bryan sitting on the sofa, and took a slow breath.
"Are you sure?"
"Hmm?" William Bryan glanced at her and made a bad hook. "Don't forget who you are today. Go and change your clothes."
Charlee Ford glared at William Bryan as if he had made great determination, and finally took the maid's dress from the servant's hand and went back to the room to change it.
Footsteps sounded behind him, and William Bryan pulled his eyelids lazily.
Just this one look, he was slightly dazed.
The woman in front of her is too perfect, almost impeccable, even if she wears maid clothes, she is like a noble princess.
He pressed the tip of his tongue against his right cheek and suddenly felt thirsty.
Charlee Ford also deliberately turned twice in front of him. "How about it?"
William Bryan's eyes wantonly swam away on her body, and his expressionless opening: "The legs are really white."
Charlee Ford: "…"
She shouldn't have asked!
"Then ask Bai young master, do you want me to take you out to work now?" Charlee Ford gnashed his teeth and said.
William Bryan got up and adjusted his clothes.
Charlee Ford was overjoyed when she saw that William Bryan had not been at home all day anyway, and she took off her damn clothes as soon as he left.
The man came up to her and looked down at her.
Then slowly hooked his lips: "Oh, I forgot to tell you, I don't go to work today."
Charlee Ford can't believe it.
"Why?"
"Vacation."
"What vacation? With what vacation?"
"I can't stand the Internet in young mistress. Victor is heartbroken. I want to accompany her at home."
"…"
William Bryan's eyes and brows were full of smiles. "Are you satisfied? If you are satisfied, go and make me breakfast, my little maid?"
Charlee Ford grinded his teeth, glared at him, and went to the kitchen in an appointed way.
There was a ringing thud, and half an hour later, she brought out an egg cake which was darker than her face.
The chef who is responsible for making the Bryans's daily diet couldn't help crying.
"Young master, why don't I..." The cook said quickly, afraid that William Bryan would strangle Charlee Ford.
But William Bryan picked up chopsticks without changing color, picked up omelets and ate them.
There is nothing unusual in his face.
If it weren't for the twitching of the corners of the mouth from time to time, the chef would think it was a normal omelet.
Charlee Ford didn't expect William Bryan to eat like this!
She suddenly felt a little guilty...
It's not that she can't cook, but she just wants to fix William Bryan on purpose.
Seeing that he was halfway through, she couldn't bear it. She grabbed the plate and said, "Don't eat."
William Bryan grabbed her wrist and stopped her movement: "You did this."
When he said this, his eyes locked Charlee Ford tightly, and the seriousness in his eyes was a look she had never seen before.
Charlee Ford's heart suddenly throbbed uncontrollably.
Even the temperature of a man holding her white wrist made her feel a little too hot.
"I..."
"If you really feel guilty," interrupted William Bryan, "or you'll be my maid for another day?"
"Fuck off!"