Chapter 728
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"No one is allowed to enter Miss's bedroom! If you don't give it to me, don't even think about stepping through the door today! "
Zi Ling persistently opened her arms and blocked the door of the bedroom. Her pretty little face was full of anger.
Before Miss left, she specifically handed the courtyard to her to take care of.
She had no ability and failed to live up to Miss's expectations.
She let the second madam arrange the maids to renovate the whole place from front to back.
The bedroom must not yield even half a step!
Even if Zi Ling had never been to school, she knew that the bedroom was a person's biggest secret space.
Before Miss left, she asked her to look after the courtyard.
It must be because there was something in the courtyard that could not be touched by anyone except her.
A few of the maidservants looked angry. Behind them, there were two maidservants who looked delicate but extremely agile. They rushed forward and grabbed Zi Ling's arms from both sides.
"Kacha!" Zi Ling screamed in pain.
Both of her arms were directly fractured by the strength of the two maidservants' grip.
The maid holding the red quilt sneered. "Do you really think you are Miss Seven's personal maid? Do you really think that when Miss Seven becomes the master, you, a cripple, can follow her to success? You are crippled and can't do anything. Will Miss Seven want you? Don't think too highly of yourself! "
She strode over, freed a hand, and ruthlessly swung it at Zi Ling's face.
"Bang!"
There was a loud noise. The red quilt suddenly flew and fell to the ground with the wind.
Soon after, a petite body tumbled a few times in the air and smashed heavily onto the red quilt.
The maid who fell to the ground spat out a mouthful of blood and twitched in pain.
The eyes of the two maids who held Zi Ling flashed, and they stared in the direction of the attack in horror.
What they saw was a figure like a flame, walking slowly.
She had her hands behind her back, and her red dress was like a flame. When she walked, the skirt fluttered like a phoenix spreading its wings, like a blooming rose.
Her steps were light, elegant and noble.
"Seventh, Miss Seven …"
The faces of the two maids immediately turned pale.
They let go of Zi Ling's arms and knelt down with a thud. "Seventh Miss, please spare our lives … Seventh Miss, please spare our lives, things are not what you think …"
Zi Ling, who had lost her support, went limp and fell to the ground.
In the next second, her petite body was caught by a slender arm.
Zi Ling's face contorted in pain. In a daze, she smelled a familiar fragrance.
She forced her eyes open, and when she saw the familiar face that she had been longing for, a warm smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Miss, Ling 'er has finally waited for you."
This smile, this light voice, made Ye Qing Luo's heart tremble fiercely.
The slender fingers that were clasped on Zi Ling's shoulders tightened one by one.
She smiled gently and said, "I'm back."
When he looked up again, he focused on the two maidservants.
Her brows became cold, and a cold light flashed in her long and narrow eyes.
The smile at the corner of his mouth was gradually replaced by a frosty coldness.
"It's not your turn to teach my people a lesson." Ye Qing Luo's cold voice was like a ghost, "As for whether Ling 'er will follow me to a meteoric rise, it's not your turn to speculate."
Ye Qing Luo paused and lifted her foot to hook the chin of one of the maidservants: "Who gave you the courage to speculate about the master's thoughts?"
The maidservant shivered, her body shivering, and she kept apologizing profusely.
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