A purple figure flashed out, and a woman in a cool dress appeared at the door. Before she even got close to Leng Moyan, she called out in a delicate voice. "Mo Yan, your house is so big!"
She had beautiful makeup and a curly hairstyle. Yaling remembered her as the person Leng Moyan had seen at the wedding. Of course, she didn't know that she was also the person who had stretched out her leg to trip her.
"Cai En, come in." Leng Moyan greeted him in a lukewarm manner, not even bothering to stand up.
Caien was probably the famous model Zhang Caien. Her second sister often read gossip magazines and often mentioned her, completely treating her as a role model.
Zhang Caien coldly glanced at Ya Ling who was doing her homework on the floor, and a trace of joy flashed in her eyes. The rumors said that Leng Moyan's bride had an affair before marriage. It seemed that it was true!
"Mo Yan, I miss you so much." Zhang Caien walked past Ya Ling and threw herself into Leng Moyan's arms. The tight purple dress wrapped her body, leaving Ya Ling with a long leg and a high butt.
The two of them kissed in the hall as if no one was there. Zhang Caien even raised one leg and started rubbing Leng Moyan's sensitive parts. Yaling chose to ignore it. She lowered her head and focused all her attention on the floor.
Long periods of fatigue and a few wounds tortured her. She seemed to be a little powerless, and her forehead was covered in dense sweat. Zhang Caien's pretentious moans rang in her ears. Although she had never seen the world, she knew what they were doing. Her little face was red.
"Aiya! You're sick!" There was another burst of pain. A high heel accurately stepped on the back of her hand, leaving a terrifying bruise. Yaling unknowingly brushed past the place where the two of them were intimate. Zhang Caien deliberately stepped on her hand with her shoe, but she was the one who complained first. "Mo Yan, look, she dirtied my shoes. She obviously didn't want to admit defeat.”
Leng Moyan let go of Zhang Caien and looked at Yaling meaningfully. After seeing the injury on her hand, he pursed his lips indifferently. "Let's go upstairs."
Zhang Caien gave Ya Ling a victorious look and followed Leng Moyan upstairs like a butterfly.
Rubbing her new wound, Ya Ling almost cried from the pain. At this moment, she sat weakly on the floor, looking delicate and pitiful, adding a delicate beauty to her appearance.
"Hurry up and do your work. Why are you being lazy? You're just a servant!”Auntie Zhang had walked out at some point and was sweeping her with a cold gaze. Her face was filled with boredom and evil.
No wonder he could work in the Leng residence. His character was similar to Leng Moyan. Yaling thought to herself. She decided to ignore Auntie Zhang's hateful face.
"You didn't hear what I said!" Auntie Zhang stretched out her leg and kicked her in the back.
"Aiya!" Yaling fell to the ground in pain, and the old injury on her back acted up again.
Auntie Zhang covered her mouth and snorted. She continued to scold,"Stop pretending. Do you think a rich young lady will have a good life forever? Hurry up and clean the floor for me. There are still a lot of things waiting to be done! Don't think about sleeping or eating before you're done. The Leng residence doesn't keep idle people..."
Was he really a tiger that had fallen to the plains and was bullied by dogs? Yaling didn't expect a servant to be so powerful.
Auntie Zhang was still standing there with her plump chin raised, waiting for her to get up. Her eyes flashed with hatred, and she looked like a lackey.#
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