The young girl was simple-minded or intentionally avoided her. She waved her hand and said cheerfully: "You can call me joyce." She glanced at Huang Caihong with her eyebrows frowned, and the young girl added, "You can call me Chunxiao."

Huang Caihong instantly understood why Mr. Zhou’s WeChat name is "Sleeping in Spring" and Darkness. Chun Xiao Benxiao stood alive in front of Huang Caihong, and Huang Caihong couldn’t react.

It's so different from her idea! Let her be slow for a while.

After a while of slowness, Huang Caihong found that her mood was swaying downward, swaying, and sinking into the bottomless abyss. She vaguely felt that she was about to rebel in her heart, and she had an impulse to "rather than 15,000 to promote the vulgar custom of raising mistresses" that she wanted to suppress but couldn't suppress!

She thought that her expression must be very distorted. Half of her thoughts about her marriage eroded by her mistress wanted to scold her, and half wanted to swallow her anger for money.

Chunxiao looked at Huang Caihong in surprise, as if watching the monster that was about to transform.

"You are Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou Beiming..." Huang Caihong was raving, and before he could finish asking, Chunxiao had already raised his hand to answer the phone.

"Brother Beiming? I've arrived! I also saw the person you were looking for! Okay, you can be busy, don't worry about me!"

Huang Caihong wanted to ask the questions she hadn't asked, and she drifted in the air in a mess.

The person in front of her had thin arms and legs, and was wearing a loose men's large thick long-sleeved T-shirt. She had a big belly and seemed to be just playing games and stuffing the next ball of her clothes, which did not affect her flexibility and youthful atmosphere at all.

She looked in her early twenties, not as ten years old as Mr. Zhou, but eight years old. No wonder she called Mr. Zhou a coquettishly "Brother Beiming".

Huang Caihong looked at Chunxiao, who was filled with vitality and pure beauty on her face with silence. Chunxiao looked at her. The two looked at each other silently, and their faces gradually became even worse in silence. The hostile aura permeated.

Huang Caihong was the first to defeat.

She supported the table with both hands and took a big breath. It was really not easy to give up 15,000 yuan. But she just couldn't pass her own obstacle!

"No, I can't." She raised her back in pain. She could only eat one meal a day for 15,000, she could only eat one meal a day for 15,000, twenty-four hours online, she could do housework day and night for 15,000... But she could not serve one third, even if she added another ten thousand.

Huang Caihong's pain is that she just signed a damn contract that she had to resign for any reason in the morning.

"What's wrong with you?" Chunxiao looked at Huang Caihong with vigilance, without moving his feet.

"I can't...my own marriage was destroyed by a third party. I know every inch of it. I can't watch myself for the money..." Huang Caihong couldn't say it anymore. Tears fell out of her eyes and fell on the table she wiped extremely cleanly. She felt sorry for the 15,000.

Chunxiao took two steps closer: "Third party? Do you think I am the third party?"

Huang Caihong's eyes turned to the spring dawn with tears in her eyes.

Chunxiao looked at Huang Caihong with a slightly complicated expression on her face. Suddenly, her princess smiled and her voice was very crisp.

"Who and who am I? Ha, you don't mistakenly think that I am the third party of Brother Beiming, right? No. Not that. Besides, Brother Beiming is not married yet. Although he is old, he is a diamond prince who is like a fake one."

It turned out that it was just a problem of getting on the car in advance. The embarrassment of capitalization fell on Huang Caihong's head, and Huang Caihong was dizzy: "Ah, I've made a mistake again!"

"What is 'again'?"

"I originally thought that the one who was going to move in was Mr. Zhou's mother. The express delivery took turns to bombard the past two days, and the soft furnishings were almost changed. Mr. Zhou was so concerned. I opened the door and saw you suddenly. You were full of belly. In addition, Mr. Zhou arranged everything for you but did not move in. Of course, of course..."

Chunxiao nodded, agreeing with her reasoning.

After nodding, she beat two turmeric nuts, and her youthful aura spread out: "It's good. A misunderstanding made me quickly understand some of you. It's great. I despise the man who cheats and the woman who interferes."

Huang Caihong felt a little embarrassed. Looking back on her style just now, she felt like a drama artist.

Chun Xiaoli was in the middle of the house, looking around, without any curiosity about her new home. She didn't go to any bedroom, and didn't even look up at the new curtains, but jumped to the sofa like a spring, spreading herself on the sofa, and spreading herself into a "big" character without any implicitness.

Huang Caihong was a little dumbfounded. Should she say she is straightforward or rude?

Chunxiao's eyes were on Huang Caihong and then she immediately squeezed out a smile: "Forgive me for being a little arrogant. I'm so tired to take the ball away every day." She patted her belly, and the ignorant appearance on her hands was really like a ball.

"Mr. Zhou, he——" Huang Caihong was embarrassed and pointed to the door, not knowing whether she should lock the door. If Mr. Zhou was dispatching logistics downstairs, she would not have to close the door, so that she would not have to push the table and let the space go and trouble the pregnant woman to open the door.

Chunxiao showed a confused expression: "He said he was coming?"

Huang Caihong was almost unsteady: "This, this..." Why did this ask her?

Chunxiao pouted and frowned: "Why do you want to come here? Didn't you just make his old lady unhappy? Why bother! Today is the old lady's birthday again. I don't need to do it!"

Huang Caihong was already stupid. She had just cleared the suspicion that Chunxiao was the third one, and immediately fell into new suspicion - she suspected that Chunxiao wanted to marry Zhou Beiming through her son, but unfortunately she was not accepted by Zhou Beiming's mother.

Huang Caihong didn't understand why the brain cells responsible for association develop explosively in the past two days.

As long as it is not San'er, it has nothing to do with her!

After gathering his thoughts, Huang Caihong tried hard to put the shock, surprise, and lament on her face, and changed into a faint smile: "You haven't eaten lunch yet, right?"

"Don't 'you', you're not tired, I'm tired even if you say it." Chunxiao reached out and pulled a pillow into his arms, and his pretty black eyes flashed at Huang Caihong.

Huang Caihong rubbed her hands and smiled calmly.

Last night, she was worried that the employer would be tough and difficult to get along with, like A Zi, and now she found that it was purely self-abuse. Chunxiao seemed to be more straightforward, straightforward and casual, and also had a little cute silly.

"You—" Chunxiao said, "Have you eaten lunch yet?"

"Let's order salad takeaway for lunch. I know a great restaurant." Chunxiao said in a confident voice that did not allow Huang Caihong to deny it. After that, he took out his cell phone and started ordering.

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