Villain Rescue System

The servants' locker room on the second floor of Wen's house.

Yan Li came out after changing clothes.

He is tall, and the size of his overalls is also large, which looks extraordinarily empty when worn on his bamboo pole-like body.

"Are you still a student?" Zhang Ma didn't rush to arrange for him to work, but asked some basic information.

"Um."

The boy's attitude was not good, but Zhang Ma didn't take it seriously.

"What about your working hours?"

"Weekends, winter and summer vacations."

Concise and concise.

"You're new here, let me remind you first. The pretty girl who spoke just now is the young lady of the Wen family. You can do whatever you want, just don't mess with her."

"Hmm." Yan Li remained expressionless.

pretty girl...who?

"Second Miss is a nice person. Even if she makes a mistake, she won't blame her. But Eldest Miss... Let me tell you this, the servants who were dismissed from the family basically offended her accidentally." What did Zhang Ma think, her expression turned pale. Not very pretty.

If it weren't for the tempting conditions offered by the Wen family, how could anyone bear this young lady's temper?

Yan Li didn't speak, his pale face was stiff, as if he couldn't laugh, and couldn't respond to what Zhang Ma said.

Mama Zhang shut her mouth suddenly and gave him a strange look.

Why is this newcomer abnormal?

She was frightened, she put away her kind face, and ordered: "The mop is in the work room, you go and get it and wipe the floor of the restaurant."

"Um."

…

The rooms of Wen Long and Wen Ruan are cleaned every day.

Every time it was the servant's turn to clean Wen Long's room, they would complain endlessly.

In the past, several people were expelled mercilessly because they made a mistake in cleaning her house. No matter how bad it is, I will be scolded by this young lady a few times.

But today is a good day, the Wen family has a newcomer who doesn't understand anything.

The servant in charge of cleaning Wen Long's house immediately threw the drudgery to him.

"Yan Long, right? You go, clean up the Missy's room."

The name was called wrong, but Yan Li did not correct it.

He turned around, took the mop and broom from the workshop, and knocked on the door to clean up.

Knock knock.

"Come in."

He pressed the handle and pushed the door open.

In the house, the girl was leaning on the recliner facing him, her feet were bare, one leg was curled up on the chair, the other was hanging outside the recliner, her snow-white feet stepped on the pure white cashmere carpet.

Yan Li only glanced at it, then looked away indifferently to think about how to complete the work.

He had never been in the room of a rich man, thinking that it was the same as his cramped and dark house, just wipe it with a mop.

But right now...

The room is very spacious, every table and cabinet is frighteningly expensive, and the curtains and tablecloths are embroidered with delicate and intricate patterns.

The white cashmere carpet covered the entire room, with no trace of dirt visible to the naked eye, not even a strand of hair.

Yan Li held a broom and mop, and rarely froze in place.

Although he has never seen it before, he also knows that none of the tools in his hand are usable...

Wen Long obviously also saw what was in his hand.

She snorted coldly, "You don't want to use these things to clean the carpet, do you?"

"...I'll change it now."

Miss Wen has no such patience.

"Get someone else, idiot."

"..."

Yan Li backed out and called the servant who had pushed the job to him before.

When the servant caught a glimpse of the tool in his hand, his soul almost flew away in fright.

"She said let's change."

"...It should be." The servant looked at him inexplicably, terrified.

"I think you can just clean up the hall."

This kid has never seen the world at first glance, so this kind of delicate work cannot be easily entrusted to him.

Yan Li pursed her lips tightly and remained silent.

He has been scolded many times, bastard, pervert, monster... all kinds of ugly names, but it was the first time he was called stupid.

There was a sudden "click" of the door opening behind him.

Yan Li's ears moved.

Wen Ruan poked her head out of her room and asked softly, "Student Yan Li? Is work going well?"

Yan Li turned his head and glanced at her.

"Um."

It's not going well at all.

"Ah, that's good." Wen Ruan showed a look of joy for him.

Yan Li was silent for a while.

Just as Wen Ruan was about to go back to the room in embarrassment, he heard the boy's slightly stagnant voice.

"Do you need to clean your room?"

The person named Zhang Ma said that the second lady is a good person, and she will not blame her if she makes a mistake.

Therefore, it is most suitable to use her room to practice hands. Even if something goes wrong, he doesn't need to lose money.

This kind of thinking is more or less shared by other servants. However, no one would take it for granted like him.

Yan Li's evil has already become a part of his bones, and the kindness of others, in his opinion, is just a label of "can be used".

"Ah, don't bother..." Wen Ruan's cheeks turned red.

No one of the opposite **** of the same age has entered her room yet.

"It's my job, no trouble."

He rarely spoke human words.

"Then... Thank you for your hard work." Seeing his insistence, Wen Ruan turned sideways silently and let him go in to clean.

They are clearly sisters, but the styles of their rooms are completely different.

Although Wen Ruan's room was exquisite, it was by no means as extravagant as Wen Long's.

At least, there are no unmanageable blankets on the floor, or those outrageously expensive decorations on the table and cabinet.

In such a room, the broom in his hand is enough, at most, he can wipe it with a rag.

Yan Li narrowed his eyes, hiding the faint disappointment in his eyes.

This room has no reference value.

He quickly cleaned up, and wiped the floor, table and various corners.

Wen Ruan blushed and thanked him.

But he returned to that indifferent look, reluctantly answered and went out.

…

In the afternoon, according to the personality, Wen Long was going to drink tea in the small garden outside her villa.

The servants were not willing to take this hot potato, wishing to push everything related to the sick princess to the new boy.

Anyway, he just came here, and he doesn't have to support his family at such a young age, and if his job is gone, he will be gone.

They comfort themselves like this.

It's not that they are bad, but that life forces them to do so.

No one is willing to admit the evil thoughts in their hearts. They like to use various reasons to rationalize those malicious thoughts so that they can still look like decent individuals.

"Yan... Uh, Yan Li? You send the tea and snacks for the eldest lady to the garden outside, and you will be responsible for taking them back after Miss Wen Long finishes eating."

"…Um."

"Remember to wear gloves. Missy doesn't like dirty things." A male servant pointed to a small silver cart.

Yan Li looked over and saw that the upper and middle layers of the cart were hollowed out, and there was a small drawer at the bottom.

On the upper floor of the cart is a three-tier snack rack with exquisite pastries. The lower drawer is open, and a few pairs of white silk gloves can be vaguely seen inside.

He approached, leaned over and took a pair from the drawer and put it on.

The texture of silk is very good, and the fabric next to the skin has a little coolness, which is very comfortable.

"Go quickly, the eldest lady will lose her temper if she waits for a long time. You don't want to lose this job, do you?"

Yan Li ignored the man, and pushed the cart around to the back of Wen's villa.

This morning, Mrs. Zhang told him about the structure of Wen's house, and he had no trouble remembering this complex building in his mind.

It was easy to find the entrance to the garden, and he pushed the door open.

In early summer, most of the flowers in the garden were still in bloom, and the rich fragrance of various flowers and grass entered his nostrils.

Yan Li thought of her own room.

Below the window is a garbage dump, and the next floor is a red-light district. There are always guests who have finished their work and smell of alcohol, staggering and urinating in the corner.

He rarely opens the window because it always stinks.

But the smell in the house was not good either, it was full of his father's wine smell and the powdery smell of the woman he brought back.

The working environment here is very nice.

He thought so.

Then, his eyes fell on the white pavilion in the center of the garden, but he didn't see the young lady.

Suddenly, his eyes stopped behind the pavilion.

From the back of the pavilion, a bit of shiny black hair was exposed, which was particularly bright under the sun.

Yan Li pushed the cart over and saw the girl squinting under the sun.

Wen Long's movements were almost exactly the same as in her room, she was lazily lying on the chair, her shoes were pushed aside casually, and her two calves were overlapping and dangling.

The sun fell on her body, making the snow-like skin more fair and delicate.

Hearing the movement, she raised her eyelids to look at him and frowned.

That look seemed to be saying, why is this idiot again...

Yan Li couldn't analyze her expression, but knew that it was probably not a sign of happiness.

He didn't have any emotions like fear, and calmly took the boiled water from the cart and made a pot of tea.

He had never done such a thing, but the servant just now explained everything very clearly. Although the movements are not proficient, the tea that is brewed is still decent.

After hanging by the side for a while, Wen Long took a sip from the teacup and said unhappily, "It's too thick."

"Are you hoping I won't be able to sleep at night? You idiot!"

"I'll soak again." Yan Li lowered his eyes.

Wen Long just touched the cup of tea with her lips, and her beautiful face was stained with anger.

"Faded!"

[Is there a difference? 】The system couldn't help popping up to take a look.

Why can't it see it?

Wen Long: I don't know, it's pretty delicious anyway.

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The author has something to say:

This book will be updated every other day~

Because there is still a book to be written, but there are still 20,000 to 30,000 words to finish!

Originally, I wanted to post it after it was finished, but I couldn’t save the manuscript, so I wanted to post something on QAQ