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It was a sunny morning, but it was also quiet. The maid in charge of collecting morning dew carefully held the bottle, walked through the corridor and the maid standing with her head down, gently opened the door, put the bottle away, leaned over gently and whispered in the direction of the bed.
"Mrs. Ling, it's morning."
The decoration of the room is very luxurious, which also shows the wealth of the owner here. There was a figure turned over in the fringed curtain with sparkling diamonds, and there was no answer. The maid waited humbly, but silently gestured to the maid standing beside her, so someone went out and soon led a group of people to stand in. After a while, a hand stretched out. It's a green hand with one on her wrist.
"Mrs. Ling, the wind is a little cold this morning."
"Oh" went down the waiter's hand and reached into the sleeve of the coat. By this time, the maid who helped curl her hair had been roughly tied up and hurried forward with water. She held out her hand and frowned. She made a deep voice. Hearing the sound, everyone knelt down. She didn't seem to notice, she just muttered something.
"Cool."
"Mrs. Ling, this is Zhen Hong's negligence." It was Lou's maid who spoke. She may be very close. ...
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