Chapter 63 The Preliminary Draft Is Over (Part Two)


    "How is Miss Bai?"


    Le asked. She had given Debbie a good scare in the morning, so she was not sure whether she had


    been raped. Even though she knew there was nothing serious going on now, she was not sure about it.


    What''s more, the look on Mu''s face told everything.


    "Don''t ask what you shouldn''t ask."


    In an icy tone, Le looked down and said, "I see."


    "Run water. Bath."


    After leaving this sentence, he walked to the sofa with his slender legs andy down, looking tired.


    Taking a look at the busy new maid, Le stood up and went upstairs. While mixing the water


    temperature, she was thinking about the rtionship between Max and Rosa. If she allowed herself to


    indulge in the rtionship, it was very likely that she would be squeezed out of the side of Max in the


    end as Bertha said.


    She was not afraid of being abandoned, but she was afraid that she would be abandoned before


    finishing her work. Thinking of her mother lying in the hospital, her eyes turned cold. She must take


    action as soon as possible!


    While she was in an excited state, a hand suddenly grabbed her waist from behind. She screamed by


    instinct. Half lying on the edge of the bathtub, with her movement, she lost her bnce and fell into the


    water.


    The ssh ofrge water poured Max the shower down from the head. Le sat in the bathtub, with


    her minty green dress wet by the water. Max could see the exquisite curve of her body. She looked at


    Max in front of her nervously, not daring to move.


    When Max saw the little woman in the pool, his original anger instantly turned into a bath fire. He


    reached out his big hand, and her petite body fell into his arms. Ignoring the water stains on both of


    them, he threw her on the bed, and then pressed his body on her.


    Le pressed her lips together. Her hair was wet, and the drops of water slid down along her chin all


    the way to her corbone. There were many water drops in the middle of the beautiful butterfly bones.


    They looked more attractive against the crystal clear skin.


    The atmosphere in the room was warm and embrace. They had a happy night, which was their daily


    routine.


    Le couldn''t help smiling bitterly when she saw that night. Now her guess of being released became


    true.


    There was neither sunshine nor rain in the morning. Her biological clock woke her up on time, and Max


    was still not by her side.


    The breakfast made by the new maids was not bad. It seemed that everything was normal at the farm


    after dinner. But something was different.


    Seeing peopleing and going, Le couldn''t help asking, "Mr. Zhang, how many women have you


    carried in your car?"


    Stunned by her question, Mr. Zhang answered seriously, "two women. One is Miss Song and the other


    is Miss Bai."


    Le didn''t say another word. Mr. Zhang nced at her from the rear-view mirror and said, "Mr. Mu


    helped Miss Bai to be arrested yesterday because she experienced acute pain in her heart."


    Le nodded, but still didn''t say a word. Mr. Zhang tightened his lips and didn''t say anything.


    In fact, he had a good impression of thedy who had been with him for almost a month. After all, it had


    been a few people with self-discipline.


    When they arrived at the farm, Isis was looking around. Seeing her, she greeted warmly, "Miss Song."


    Le raised her eyebrows. She didn''t know why this woman became so passionate today. She walked


    towards them in a calm way and Isis held her arm intimately. She said in an embarrassed tone, "sorry. I


    misunderstood you that day."


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    As a person misunderstood by her, Le put down the traditional virtue of magnanimity to the extreme.


    She said with a smile, "it doesn''t matter."


    Hearing that, Isis sighed in relief. "By the way, I have revised your map. Look."


    Le took the sketches that she handed over. Although she had changed her basic problem, it was still


    feasible ording to what Max had said yesterday. She said, "I''ve made a new one about the


    sketches."


    As she spoke, she took out a document from her bag. In fact, the draft had been approved by Max, and


    she didn''t have to give it to Isis. But in form, Isis was the real indoor designer. It would be difficult to put


    in a good rtionship with her because of this.


    After all, Isis was a professional designer. It was understandable for her to be upset when she was


    disturbed by Le. But when she saw her draft, she was no upset.


    She looked at Le in disbelief. She didn''t expect Le to be so good at the final and the first draft. Isis


    was even worse than Le.


    "Miss Song, you''re not like the rumor."


    She finally understood what Tristan meant. She graduated from the domestic design department. The


    same draft was modified into a different style.


    Le chuckled. She always spoke with strength. How dare she y games with those wolves without


    real strength?


    "Miss Zhou, can we start now?"


    Le said in a neither humble nor pushy tone. Isis nodded immediately. Since the sketches had been


    determined, there was no need to waste time. She turned around, said a few words to an employee,


    and then turned back and said, "No. check it carefully today. If there''s anything wrong."


    Le understood what she meant. She had nothing to do now.


    It was really hard for her to have some leisure time and she wanted to go to the hospital, but she gave


    up after taking a look at the position of Mr. Zhang.


    She didn''t want to go back to the apartment either. She had to go back to Song Group since she had


    not been back for several days. She should ask Mr. Dong about the progress of the


    matter.