Chapter 58 Who gets up at six o’clock on Saturday?

Chapter 58 Who gets up at six o’clock on Saturday?

“Hello, I’m Bo Muhan...”

Bo Muhan took Jiang Qingzhou’s mobile phone and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, talking to Ye Zichen On the phone.

I don’t know what Ye Zichen said on the phone, but Bo Muhan’s expression was not as peaceful as before.

Jiang Qingzhou hummed, so what if you, Bao Muhan, are powerful, he is the only son of the richest man in Philadelphia, a veritable young master.

Who do you think you are, a housekeeper who acts like a cow or a horse? Your status and status are there, so you can't be arrogant.

Sure enough, after Bo Muhan called Ye Zichen, he became very unhappy.

He hung up the phone without authorization and did not return the phone to Jiang Qingzhou. He just threw it on the table and strode into his room.

This was the first time Jiang Qingzhou saw him looking deflated, and he leaned forward and back on the sofa happily.

While she was feeling happy, the cell phone that Bo Muhan had left on the table rang. She thought it was Ye Zichen, so she walked over and saw that it was Ji Ye.

"Let me confirm your home address again." Ji Ye said on the phone.

Jiang Qingzhou walked around the magnificent living room, "That's the one I sent you!"

"...Your home is so far away..."
< br>"So you have to come early!"

Jiang Qingzhou suddenly thought of something, walked quickly to the door of Bo Muhan's room, and said loudly on purpose.

"My dear, you are coming to my house tomorrow to do housework. Okay, okay. I like boys who love to do housework best. What if I love you even more..."

After saying that, he looked at Bo Muhan The door of the room snickered a few times, then covered his mouth and left.

"What the hell are you calling?" Ji Ye blushed and growled on the phone.

Jiang Qingzhou coughed twice and returned to normal, "It's nothing. Come here early tomorrow, maybe you can see me again, and I'll tell you how to do the work."

"You can do it later. What to do?”

"What do you care about me? Do I need to report to you what I am going to do? Ji Ye, do you have a crush on me and care so much..."

Before Jiang Qingzhou could finish speaking, Ji Ye scolded her severely. He said "crazy" and hung up the phone.

Jiang Qingzhou laughed again. It was so fun to tease men.

But Jiang Qingzhou never expected that Ji Ye would come so early.

The next day, at dawn, Jiang Qingzhou was still sleeping soundly in his dream, when Wu’s mother came up and knocked on her door.

"Miss, eldest lady, your classmates are here..."

Jiang Qingzhou thought it was a dream, turned over and ignored it, and continued to sleep.

Until Bo Muhan's unique command-like voice came from outside the door, "Get up quickly, someone is looking for you!"

Jiang Qingzhou sat up in a daze, with a strong feeling of getting out of bed. "Who is it?"

"Your dear."

Jiang Qingzhou was startled for a moment, then smiled.

"I know, let him wait in the living room for a while, I'll get up right away."

When Jiang Qingzhou saw Ji Ye, Ji Ye was sitting on the sofa in the living room.

In front of him was a cup of steaming coffee that Wu's mother had brewed for him.

The aroma of coffee did not relax him. He looked very tense and cramped.

His forehead was sweating and his back was wet.

This is his first time visiting such a high-end home.

When he first arrived, he even thought that he was in the wrong place, thinking that this was some kind of private small park. It was not until he saw a black plaque at the gate that said "Jiang Zhai" that he thought for a moment. He breathed a sigh of relief.

I came all the way, but luckily I was right.

He knew that Jiang Qingzhou's family was rich, but he didn't expect to be so rich. Every brick, tile, tree and flower in her house exuded the aura of money and elegance.

Especially when he saw an authentic painting of "One Hundred Birds" hanging on the wall, and the servant told him that the author of "A Hundred Years Picture", the master of traditional Chinese painting Wen Xuan, was Jiang Qingzhou's biological mother, he was shocked like never before. This shock was even stronger than when Jiang Qingzhou's father donated a library to her so that she could go to college.

How could someone's life be so good?

I wish all the halo was focused on her alone.

Jiang Qingzhou looked at him looking tired and hot, and teased him: "You didn't come here running, did you?"

"No, I ride a bicycle."

Jiang Qingzhou opened his eyes wide, "Ride a bicycle?"

It is twenty-seven kilometers from her home to school, and it usually takes about forty minutes to drive to school. He rides a bicycle...

Okay, it is indeed like what Ji Ye can do.

"Not bad, you can make money and exercise. You haven't eaten yet, Mother Wu..."

Ji Ye, who had just relaxed a little, became flustered again, "No, I've eaten."

"The work today is quite heavy, are you sure you don't want to eat anymore?" Jiang Qingzhou looked at him.

Ji Ye looked back at her, and his ears quickly turned red.

"I can."

Jiang Qingzhou saw that his nervous forehead was starting to sweat again, so he said: "Okay then, let's start working without eating, Lao Zhou, according to the I told you yesterday that you should take him to start repairing the lawn in the back garden.”

"Okay, miss, brother, come with me!"

Ji Ye stood up immediately, and before leaving, he took another peek at Jiang Qingzhou.

This was the first time he saw Jiang Qingzhou wearing home clothes.

Her hair was draped over her shoulders, she wore no makeup, and her eyes were sleepy. When she was talking to him, she yawned three times. She was a little cute and lazy, and she felt more aggressive than she usually does at school. Look better.

After Ji Ye left, Jiang Qingzhou yawned again.

"No, I have to go to sleep for a while." She said to Wu's mother.

Wu Ma: "Isn't the eldest lady going to visit the Ye family today? It's time to freshen up."

Jiang Qingzhou looked at the time and said, "I can sleep for another half hour."

When she turned around and was about to get on the elevator, she suddenly spotted Bo Muhan.

He was behind her, leaning against the door of his room with his arms folded, looking in the direction of the living room where she had just talked to Ji Ye.

Bo Muhan noticed that Jiang Qingzhou was looking at him and raised the corners of his lower lips with a "no more than that" expression on his face. He snorted disdainfully and turned back to the room.

Jiang Qingzhou really wants to rush up and argue with him. Why is he humming? Ji Ye is also the number one scholar. When he reaches your age, he might be able to do more than you.

Who are you looking down on?

Jiang Qingzhou returned to the room and was about to lie down when his cell phone rang.

It was Ye Zichen who called.

"You're awake. I'm going to wake you up. Get up and wash up. My driver will be at your place at half past eight. You have everything ready at half past eight."

Jiang Qingzhou was sleepy for two days. His eyelids were glued together, and he said feebly: "Is it too late to regret it now?"

Ye Zichen smiled, "Actually, I am also in bed now, but we men are more women than you. The process is simple, you women have to put on makeup and try on clothes. You don’t need to be too fancy, just be elegant and decent.”

“Okay, I understand.”

Jiang Qingzhou died. Then he called Madoka in with his eyes closed, "You can let the makeup artist for the appointment come in. Is the dress I told you to iron yesterday ready?"

"You are ready, young lady."

"Bring up the necessary jewelry together with me!"

"Okay, young lady."

Xiao Yuanxia I went upstairs to do the things Jiang Qingzhou asked me to do. Jiang Qingzhou slid down and lay on the bed like he was boneless. He was so sleepy and wanted to sleep!

(End of this chapter)