My Wife is Obviously a Queen but She is too Virtuous

Saying goodbye to Fangfang, Xiao Ye carried the bag and walked to the gate of the community. When he was stopped by the security, he reported a number. After the security called to confirm, he let him go.

Xiao Ye walked into the villa area and looked around, his face was full of envy.

As Fangfang knows, this villa area is indeed a well-known wealthy area in Kyoto. The people who live in it are either rich or expensive. Many top artists in the entertainment industry also live here.

Just half a year after graduation, Xiao Ye was lucky enough to have an interview and entered a big company called Shenxin Entertainment. After months of doing chores of serving tea and water, he was even more fortunate to be selected by the company’s “second sister” , Became the other's life assistant.

Although only a small assistant, she is the "second sister" of Shenxin Entertainment. There are less than 10,000 people!

As her life assistant, Xiao Ye suddenly felt that her future was bright!

However, what Xiao Ye didn't expect was that this female artist who was known for her "gentle and kind" in the entire entertainment circle was a cold, selfish, strange-tempered, and extremely difficult host in private.

Xiao Ye had only been with her for a week, and was almost out of breath. She was called to and fro like a slave every day. This person didn't treat the assistant as a human being at all, and only depended on his own mood.

Once she seemed to see a photo of herself and a newcomer. The newcomer was more beautiful than her. This one lost her temper, and kept tossing him to do this and that all night, and even let Xiao Ye Came over from the rental house at two or three in the morning just to wash the toilet for her.

Xiao Ye can see that this well-known female singer is gentle and kind in front of fans and the media, with a perfect image, but in private is another person.

Moreover, Xiao Ye felt that her gaze was a little strange every time she looked at her, as if a cat was thinking about how to play a caught mouse to death!

Xiao Ye wanted to resign more than once, but he was reluctant to have a fairly good salary and treatment.

There is no way, until I find a better job, I can only bear it.

Besides, what if the artists of other companies are more perverted than this?

In short, you just need to be more careful, boys, always know how to protect yourself outside.

Xiao Ye carried his pockets and walked to a villa without knocking on the door. The camera at the door had automatically shone on his face, and then the villa door was opened by the remote control inside.

He took a deep breath, walked carefully into the villa, walked through the garden, came to a two-story house, and gently pushed the door in.

"What's the matter with you, why have you been there for so long?!"

As soon as I entered, I heard a woman scolding from inside:

"Speak, get out of here!"

Xiao Ye quickly bent over to change slippers, and walked into the living room with his pockets.

I saw a beautiful "auntie" sitting on the sofa, looking at him dissatisfied.

Yes, for Xiao Ye, who is only twenty years old, although this woman is very famous and beautiful, she is indeed part of Xiao Ye's "auntie" generation at 35 years old.

"Sorry, Sister Yang, something happened on the way."

However, he naturally did not dare to call this aunt in person, so he could only call Sister Yang against his will.

"Supper?"

Yang Jiaxin looked at the little milk dog in front of her coldly, her handsome face full of collagen was very panic and nervous, which made her feel very satisfied.

"Where are you here, do you eat now?"

The little milk dog lifted the plastic bag in his hand.

"What you bought, let me see."

Yang Jiaxin saw the exhaustion on this young man's face. She liked the look of his subordinates who were busy running around for her and looked exhausted.

Because this is the proof of her status.

Especially a handsome young guy who looks so good, ran more than ten kilometers in the cold late night just to buy food that satisfies her, which made Yang Jiaxin feel very comfortable.

"According to your request, Sister Yang, it's all less oil and fat. I will show it to you."

Xiao Ye took out these little salt and less oily side dishes from the bag and placed them in front of Yang Jiaxin one by one.

"Yes, go, give me those bowls and chopsticks."

Yang Jiaxin nodded slightly, Xiao Ye immediately ran into the kitchen and brought her a pair of silver-white dishes.

Yang Jiaxin eats very elegantly. Even the tableware is customized. It is said that just a set of tableware and chopsticks cost thousands.

Seeing the little milk dog put the bowls and chopsticks in front of her, she glared at each other dissatisfiedly, Xiao Ye said sorry, and put a chopstick into the bowl for each dish, and then brought the bowl to Yang Jiaxin In front of.

"be good."

Yang Jiaxin took the bowl with satisfaction and stroked Xiao Ye's hand by the way, making him stiff.

"Coco, you are so cute!"

Yang Jiaxin laughed so much that she tremblingly shook her branches, and took a chopstick to stir-fry the greens and put it into her mouth, chewed twice, and frowned slightly:

"Why does it smell like alcohol?"

Xiao Ye took a look and remembered that this stir-fried vegetable was placed at the top of the plastic bag. The food container was not fully buckled. The slightly fat young lady seemed to squirt in when she vomited.

He bowed his head and stood respectfully: "It's probably a bar."

"Cooking wine?" Yang Jiaxin chewed a few more times, took a sip of soup, raised his head and asked:

"There is also cooking wine in this soup?"

Xiao Ye glanced, and the plastic box for the soup was placed next to the stir-fried green vegetables, and probably did not escape the poison of the young lady.

He said nonchalantly: "This chef likes to use his homemade cooking wine."

"Yeah." Yang Jiaxin nodded and took another sip of soup.

"The taste is quite special, I will buy this one next time."

"Yes." Xiao Ye lowered his head, for fear that the other party would see that he could not hold back a smile.

Yang Jiaxin has always been very self-disciplined, and put down his chopsticks after only one bite of each dish.

Seeing Xiao Ye standing there respectfully, a satisfied smile appeared on her face, she suddenly took out her mobile phone and slammed it on the table.

"Who is more beautiful in this picture?"

Xiao Ye stepped forward and took a look, his expression was slightly stagnant.

This is a photo of Yang Jiaxin and another young female star. Xiao Ye remembers that the last time Yang Jiaxin made a lot of fire because of this photo, he called him over to clean the toilet early in the morning.

The other female star in the photo is Lin Yao, young and beautiful, with a gentle temperament, especially her eyes, although they are a bit like Yang Jiaxin, they are obviously more aura and make people more comfortable to look at.

Everyone knows who is more beautiful, right?

Xiao Ye was thinking in her heart, but she didn't dare to tell the truth, a violent smile appeared on her face: "Of course Sister Yang is more beautiful!"

Yang Jiaxin asked again: "Which one is better to sing with her?"

Do you treat me as a magic mirror?!

Xiao Ye bit his lip, barely letting the muscles on his face continue to form a smiling face.

He has listened to Lin Yao's songs, especially the three new songs released just two days ago, which he finds very good.

At least, better than Yang Jiaxin's song.

"Of course Sister Yang sings better!"

He replied.

"Yes, your eyes are not blind and your ears are not deaf. How come so many people don't understand such a simple fact?"

Yang Jiaxin nodded in satisfaction, stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the dark night outside.

"It's okay, they will all understand tomorrow."