There are many maids in the mansion, and usually early in the morning, someone with quick hands and feet will be sent to serve Mr. Wu An who is beating his shin.
The remaining maids will start practicing yoga on their own to make their bodies better.
It would be great if I could be favored by Lord Wu'an. If I could still remember it after being favored, I would be able to achieve an identity jump.
However, the probability of this happening is almost very low.
Yang Gan's women are almost all stunningly beautiful in the world, and there are no different types. No matter how good-looking the maids are, they are just the ones who stand out among ordinary people.
The slaves were faster. After washing, they started to fill the water tanks above each house.
Because of the production of plastic, many water tanks have been replaced with plastic and installed in hidden locations where it is not easy to damage the beauty of the house.
In a huge mansion, everyone performs their duties, creating a prosperous atmosphere.
In Ran Jing's courtyard.
After they woke up, they both had panda eyes, which showed that they didn't sleep well at all yesterday.
"Mingyue, the sheets are all wet. Let's change to another bed today."
Ran Jing held his forehead, "Don't call me Mingyue. You should call me Ran Jing. If you get used to it, and you call me Mingyue when you go outside, wouldn't it only increase your worries?"
"As for the sheets, well, forget it, just take them out and leave them outside. Of course, the maid will take them and clean them."
"It was really exciting yesterday."
Ran Jing was so cold that he immediately held Zhou Zhiyu's shoulders and said seriously.
"No, don't ask me to go next time. It's against the rules. If your Majesty finds out, it won't be a good thing no matter whether you punish me or not."
"Besides, don't you think it was dangerous yesterday? You were almost discovered by your Majesty."
Thinking of yesterday's scene, Ran Jing was still sweating. Who would have thought that Wu Anjun's senses were so sharp.
Zhou Zhiyu pouted.
“I don’t know who’s eyes were wide open yesterday!”
Ran Jing blushed instantly.
"This, I haven't seen this before."
"Me too, I'm waiting. Anyway, Yang Qian goes there a lot recently. When we have the chance, we'll go see it again. Okay, it's such a happy decision."
Ran Jing opened his mouth.
"What decision? I didn't say anything."
After the two got up, they immediately took a shower, and Ran Jing rushed towards the military camp.
In Gui Xianwan’s courtyard.
Yang Qian sat up from the pile of makeup, pushed one of his round long legs aside, and smoothed his hair with one hand. He felt extremely satisfied after thinking about it for a moment.
I pressed the blisters on the corners of my mouth for a while and found that they had shriveled up. It is estimated that the blisters will disappear completely in a day or two.
Just twisting his body slightly, he found a delicate body under the quilt hugging him tightly.
When I opened it, I realized it was Gui Xianwan.
Yang Qian instantly twisted his lips, his face full of pride.
At this time, Zhang Yumeng also woke up and waved at the bedside, but found that there was no boiled water and immediately opened his eyes.
"Huh? Where's the water?"
Yang Gan rolled his eyes at her, "It's not our own room."
"Shet!"
"Come here, I want some water!"
Suddenly, a maid came in with a bronze kettle, and Zhang Yumeng immediately grabbed it.
He killed half of those who were "hoarding hoarding". He looked at Yang Qian and shook the kettle in his hand.
"Would you like some?"
Yang Qian took it and drank it in one gulp.
"Ha, cool~~~!"
Zhang Yumeng glanced at Gui Xianwan, who was sleeping soundly, and raised the corners of her mouth.
"It seemed yesterday that she was more enthusiastic than anyone else, and she was also very proactive. You said she was hostile to you, wasn't that right?"
Yang Gan shrugged, "She used to look at me like an enemy. She still had that kind of well-hidden look."
"She thinks I can't tell. I've seen countless people, and I haven't seen anyone. It's just that the way I look at me seems to have changed recently."
Zhang Yumeng nudged Yang Qian with her elbow, her face full of slyness.
"It's very simple. After a few more times, the look in her eyes when she looks at you is not hatred, but admiration."
Yang Gan raised his eyebrows.
"How to say?"
“Love grows over time!!!”
"Is this a serious day?"
"Serious!"
"you too?"
"It wasn't even a day when I met you."
"Oh~~~"
Yang Gan took a pillow, put his head on it, took out his mobile phone from under his body, and started to kill time.
It's rare to have such leisurely time, and it's still early.
"Zhang Yumeng, can I stay with you?"
Zhang Yumeng raised the corner of his mouth and asked the maid to take out the cigarette box from his clothes, took one in his mouth, lit it, and put it on Yang Gan's lips.
"Hi~~~hoo!"
Yang Qian took a deep breath and spit it out suddenly, with an expression of enjoyment on his face.
Zhang Yumeng didn't stop, lit one for himself, moved his body, and lay on Yang Gan's chest.
"How do you know I carry a cigarette with me?"
Yang Gan had his eyes closed, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, and he seemed very arrogant.
"Nonsense, our clothes look like they are a product of this era. In fact, they have so many pockets, and they are just for holding some small things, especially cigarette boxes."
"I used to hear gossip that Zhang Yumeng, the new TV drama queen, is secretly a heavy smoker."
Zhang Yumeng said nonchalantly, "Women in the entertainment industry smoke a lot, and I didn't smoke until I entered the entertainment industry."
"Oh? You smoked when you were in school. Why are you so wild? When I was in college, everyone smoked in the dormitory, but I didn't smoke at that time."
"Shit~!"
Zhang Yumeng curled her lips and blew out a big smoke ring from her sexy red lips. The smoke ring was round and very stable, which showed that her smoking skills were definitely more than five years old.
"I smoked when I was a doctor. As you know, our brain surgery doctors are under great pressure. If we are not careful, it could cost a life."
As Zhang Yumeng spoke, his eyes gradually became blurred, and various memories from his past life continued to surface.
"I used to think that I was very good, especially my hands. I have a natural advantage in surgery, that is, my hands are very stable."
"It's just that it turned out to be ridiculous. A man in his thirties with an It had a cerebral infarction. It wouldn't matter if he was 70 or 80 years old, but he was still so young and the cerebral infarction was quite serious, so he had to do a craniotomy, but~~ ~~"
The butt of the cigarette turned red quickly, a large puff of smoke puffed out, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on her beautiful face.
"That guy was also a short-lived ghost. He had never had any health problems before. Unexpectedly, he had a heart attack during the craniotomy and died on the operating table."
"His family members thought I was the one responsible for his death. In fact, I was wronged too. They were all checked when I went to the operating table. Who would have known that three generations of their family had hereditary heart disease, but his parents didn't? Not bad luck.”
"Later, the court and the Health Bureau came and proved that it was not my fault. But after that incident, my hand holding the scalpel began to shake. After studying medicine for so many years, I didn't expect to lose to the patient's family."
"Later, when there was no way to perform surgery, I submitted a resignation letter to the head of our department. I quit. Anyway, my family has money. Even if I don't work, I will not starve to death. I am just not convinced. Why do I have psychological problems? It’s me, I’ve been studying hard for so many years.”
"The patient's family came forward and accused the patient indiscriminately. We are doctors, not gods, and not all diseases can be cured."
Yang Qian felt a slight moisture on his chest, sighed helplessly, and wiped away Zhang Yumeng's proud tears with his palms.
"Then how could you continue to be a doctor later?"
As soon as he mentioned this, Zhang Yumeng's emotions were immediately aroused.
"Originally, I thought I would never be a doctor. Who would have thought that my director heard what was going on and told me to wait for her in the duty room at night."
"I also listened to her words and went to see her at night. Who knew that when I got to the duty room, she just threw a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of Niulanshan and said, that's what doctors are like. We do our job, but their family members don't know anything. , it is impossible for family members to fully understand the doctor."
"That night, it was my first time to smoke. I smoked half a pack at a time, and drank half a bottle of Niulanshan. From then on, my hands stopped shaking. Not only did they stop shaking, they became very stable and I could move them. I smoked a few cigarettes an hour before the operation, and then I went there. Don’t tell me that my operation success rate is still high.”
Yang Qian touched Zhang Yumeng's head, his face full of melancholy, "It's not easy for you."
"Hey, Yang Gan, you just said you didn't smoke when you were in college. When did you start smoking?"
Yang Gan smiled bitterly, "Although I am not 985 or 211, I can still be regarded as a college student. For me at that time, studying for a lifetime will always be of some use, and although I am not a famous figure in college."
"But when it comes to cold weapons and history, I still have some say."
"The results are also good. Although they are not in the top few, they are at least in the middle and upper reaches."
"But who would have thought that after studying all their lives, they would end up in the world with a monthly salary of 3,500? What the school says is that the salary for college graduates is 6,000, 7,700, 7,800, or 8,000, and 7% of college students earn more than 10,000 a month."
"Fuck him, there is no one in our class whose salary is more than 5,000. I heard that there is one in the next class, but he started working outside when he was a junior in college. After graduation, he still returned to his internship in his junior year. The company, Young Master, can barely maintain at seven or eight thousand."
"At that time, I was numb. I squatted in a rented house and played games every day. The person who came with me came from our dormitory. There were four people and four computers. It was at that time that I started smoking."
Zhang Yumeng said curiously, "I heard you said last time that your family's conditions were not bad. Why do you want to go to the Demon City? How about just going back to your hometown?"
Yang Gan shook his head, smiled bitterly, and laughed at himself.
"When I was young, I felt that I was a nobody. I didn't like the jobs my parents introduced me to. I didn't even go to a public institution or a well-established job."
