Finest Servant

Just like coming to his house behind Lao Dong, like Lin Wanrong's residence, Lao Dong's house is also a simple thatched hut. There was a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old girl in the room, sitting at the window carefully darning. Another fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, dressed in short clothes, rolled his eyes, and looked at Lin Wanrong curiously.

"Qiaoqiao, hurry up and pour the tea, we have a distinguished guest in our house." Lao Dong shouted loudly as soon as he entered the room.

The girl sitting in front of the window raised her head, with curved eyebrows, moon-like eyes, a delicate nose, and a rosy mouth. She was indeed a beautiful girl in a thousand miles. At least it's a flower level.

I can't see the wretchedness of the old director, but raising such a good girl, this is really a good bamboo shoot.

Lin Wanrong smiled and said to the old Dong: "Uncle Dong, you are really lucky."

Old Dong Yi raised his head and smiled and said, "Girl, this is Young Master Lin. I've seen you soon."

It may be because there has never been an unfamiliar young man in the family. The girl named Dong Qiaoqiao still can't let go, her face blushed, and she walked to Lin Wanrong and gave a blessing: "I have seen Lin Gongzi."

Lin Wanrong smiled and pointed to the exposed toes: "Miss Dong is laughing at me, how can I still be a son like me?"

Dong Qiaoqiao saw Lin Wanrong's toes stretched out on his feet, and heard what he said was interesting. He couldn't help but covered his lips and smiled, but his face turned even redder.

Dong Rende pointed at the fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy again and said, "Qingshan, come and see Young Master Lin."

Dong Qingshan looked at Lin Wanrong curiously, walked to him and saluted: "I have seen Young Master Lin."

Lin Wanrong smiled and pulled Dong Qingshan: "Uncle Dong, is this your son?"

Dong Rende said with a smile: "Exactly. This kid is idle all day, causing trouble, but it makes the son laugh."

Lin Wanrong saw that this Dong Qingshan was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his eyes were flexible, his expression was sturdy, and he was not frightened when he saw strangers. But this kid looked natural and didn't seem to care at all.

Lin Wanrong was very fond of this young man, so he smiled and said, "Brother Dong, have you ever studied?"

Dong Qingshan shook his head and said, "After two years of private school, he was kicked out by Mr.

Dong Rende said angrily: "Who made you fight with Mr. Zhang?"

Dong Qingshan replied: "Then he bullies others, I can't see it, of course I have to take care of it. If he dares to do this next time, I will make no mistake."

Seeing Dong Rende's beard upturned with anger, Dong Qiaoqiao hurriedly persuaded: "Father, it's all in the past, so don't scold your brother again."

Dong Rende seemed to listen to his daughter's words, glared at Dong Qingshan and stopped talking.

Lin Wanrong was a little amused, and said to Dong Qingshan: "Qingshan, look for me in the future, I will find a way for you, and I will not let others bully you."

"Really?" Dong Qingshan was the first time someone had spoken to him like this, and he was also a very learned young man, so his happiness was naturally indescribable.

Dong Rende and Dong Qiaoqiao looked at Lin Wanrong together. Naturally, Dong Rende didn't know what Lin Wanrong meant. Dong Qiaoqiao also had a bit of blame in her eyes, but with her shy face, it had a different flavor.

Lin Wanrong smiled and said to Dong's father and daughter: "You are guarding Qingshan like this and don't let him fight in the street, I'm afraid it won't work. Am I right?"

Dong Qiaoqiao looked at the few bruises on his brother's body, a hint of distress flashed in his eyes, glanced at Lin Wanrong, and nodded lightly.

Lin Wanrong went on to say: "It's better to block, rather than let Qingshan be so mad and come back in trouble, it is better to tell Qingshan what should be done and what should not be done, and what should be done to minimize their losses. Let your loved ones no longer be hurt."

Dong Qingshan looked happy,

Said: "Yes, yes, I just hope so, Brother Lin, you teach me."

This Dong Qingshan is a clever person, and in a blink of an eye, he is not called Young Master Lin, but directly Big Brother Lin.

Dong Rende couldn't understand the meaning of his words, but Dong Qiaoqiao showed a thoughtful look and seemed to understand.

Lin Wanrong nodded to Dong Rende and said, "Uncle Dong, don't worry, there will only be fewer fights between Qingshan in the future."

Dong Qiaoqiao glanced at Lin Wanrong and said: "The fight will be less and less, I'm afraid the scale is getting bigger and bigger."

"Miss Qiaoqiao is really smart." Lin Wanrong said with a smile, but there was a hint of surprise on her face. Dong Qiaoqiao, this little girl, is not ordinary smart, and she can even guess her own thoughts.

A blush flashed across Dong Qiaoqiao's face, and she hurriedly said softly, "Young Master Lin has won the prize. I just hope that Young Master Lin can teach Qingshan well, and don't ask him to learn again."

Haha, this chick is really interesting, she was clearly warning Lin Wanrong not to bring down Dong Qingshan, but she said it so euphemistically that Lin Wanrong couldn't help laughing.

"Sure, definitely." Lin Wanrong showed a knowing look and winked at Dong Qiaoqiao.

Dong Qiaoqiao's face blushed, and she knew that her voice was completely captured by Lin Wanrong. She only felt that she was a little clever, and she felt a little bit helpless in front of Lin Wanrong.

Lin Wanrong didn't come to tease the little girl, so she stopped talking to her, and asked Lao Dong to bring a piece of paper and cut it into four paragraphs: "Uncle Dong, look for someone who writes beautifully, and you know Xiao Xiao. The eldest miss's situation is sorted out and written down in detail. Everything is detailed, the more detailed the better, it is best to divide it into different sections. For example, what Miss Xiao likes to eat can be listed as a separate section with a special topic, and the topic can be It's called Miss Xiao and food. What kind of clothes Miss Xiao likes, you can list a section called Miss Xiao's aesthetics, and so on, UU reading www.uukanshu.com and so on. If these four pieces of paper are transcribed If it’s not enough, you can cut it down to this size, continue to increase it, and then find someone with ingenuity to bind it into a book.”

Dong Rende said inexplicably, "Young Master Lin, why is this? The handwriting is beautiful, and people with ingenious skills don't need to find outsiders. The little girl is competent enough."

Oh? Lin Wanrong gave Dong Qiaoqiao a strange look, but she didn't expect this girl to have such a hand.

Dong Qiaoqiao blushed, although she didn't know what Lin Wanrong and her father were going to do, they didn't object.

"I'm playing Miss Xiao's idea." Lin Wanrong said with a smile, but what he said was shocking.

Dong Qiaoqiao blushed, thinking to himself, how could he be so frivolous, he can easily say such words.

Dong Qingshan is a straight-up man: "Brother Lin, do you want to soak Miss Xiao? Great, soak her back and let me see what she looks like."

Lao Dong had seen Lin Wanrong's methods, and knew that he had other plans, but this boy surnamed Lin was half-truth, maybe he was really hitting on the eldest lady's idea.

Lin Wanrong smiled cheerfully: "Qingshan, where did you go? I haven't even seen this girl before, how could I go to her? You underestimate you, Brother Lin, and me."

Old Man Wei sullen him and asked him to go to Xiao's family to be a servant. He didn't have much affection for Xiao's family in his heart. Before going in to serve those ladies and wives, he would first find an opportunity to make a small fortune on Mrs. Xiao's body. Soothe your broken heart.

Dong Qiaoqiao smiled and glanced at him. This Young Master Lin was a little different from those talented brothers, and seemed to have a lot thicker skin.

I heard that Dong Qiaoqiao knows how to hyphenate words, so it is good, and his own people can do things better. Lin Wanrong instructed Dong Rende to leave some blanks on each page of different sizes, so there was no need to transcribe them.