You Are The Apple of My Eyes novel Chapter 178

Nina shook Helen's arm and began to act like a spoiled child.

She couldn't refuse Mickey's coquetry before.

"Helen, just tell me!"

It was the first time that Helen had seen madam acting like a spoiled child. Although she was a little awkward and stiff, it was better than her usual indifferent appearance.

Mr. John really got a treasure.

"Let's talk about Mr. John's likes. He likes quiet, so I'm the only servant in the large North Yard. Later on, madam came, so he hired more servants. Mr. John liked light food. As long as he ate the nutrition that the human body needed every day, he wouldn't eat too much. Mr. John slept at half past eleven every night and got up at half past six in the morning. But since madam came, it's hard to predict Mr. John's schedule. "

Helen said seriously, which made Nina blush.

It was her fault.

"Mr. John is a proud and narcissistic man. He doesn't like anything bad or connotative. To be honest, Mr. John has a high taste. He always thinks that ordinary people don't deserve him, so he doesn't have girlfriend."

"Madam is so beautiful and talented. No wonder Mr. John likes you." Helen said jokingly.

But she immediately realized that it was not right to say so. She quickly said, "Madam, I didn't say that Mr. John just likes you because you are good-looking. I didn't mean that. Oh, I'm just a vulgar man. How can I say that? "

"It doesn't matter." Nina didn't care. Instead, she smiled.

Because at the beginning, she was also greedy for his face and body.

Love was always accompanied by real things.

"Thank you, Helen. I see." Nina had already known something, and she would gradually understand the rest.

John liked quiet, light diet, regular lifestyle, self-esteem, narcissism, and the woman who was beautiful and talented.

She seemed to be the woman.

Her face inherited the excellent genes of her parents, and she was taught by all kinds of masters since childhood, so her talent should not be bad.

"I need to learn how to make up." After putting the makeup on the agenda, Nina went upstairs and put all the cosmetics she had bought online on the dresser.

The makeup skills were played on the computer, and Nina began to dress up carefully.

After John came back, he went upstairs. Before he opened the door, he heard a sound from inside. Through the crack of the door, he saw the little girl pouring bottles and jars into her hand and smearing them on her face. She looked very serious.

The window was open, and the sunshine came in from outside, and her short shadow was reflected on the ground.

The brilliance of the sun was still not as dazzling as her serious look.

Instead of disturbing her, John entered the study to work.

At six o'clock in the evening.

Helen came out of the kitchen with a porcelain bowl filled with fresh monkfish soup. She put the dishes in order, knocked on the door of the study, and then went upstairs to knock on the door of the master bedroom.

John raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose. He closed his sore eyes slightly and went out about five minutes later.

As soon as he arrived at the hall, he saw a graceful figure sitting in front of the table. She wore a black slip dress, which was long to her ankle. She raised her legs, and the outer side of her white thighs was exposed, partly hidden and partly visible.

John frowned. He didn't remember that the little girl had such a slip dress with a side slit.

It was his biggest concession to let her buy a dress instead of a high split dress.

He took a glance at the split dress and realized that it was her own cut.

This little girl was really disobedient.

Hearing the footsteps, Nina carefully recalled the teaching in the video. With a smile at the corners of her mouth, she casually turned her head to look at John. Her body slightly leaned against the table, with one hand slightly supporting her face, she smiled like a flower.

"Helen cooked the monkfish today. It's very delicious. You must eat more." Nina opened her red lips slightly. Her voice was a little different from usual. It was like a romantic song. She said a simple sentence in a different style.

Her slightly curly hair was tied casually, and a few strands of hair were hanging beside her ears. When the breeze blew, they would pass through the tip of her nose and the corners of her mouth.

The swan neck was white, and the black mole on her clavicle made every inch of her skin look snow-white.

John paused and swallowed.

He had always been calm and didn't show any expression on his face. Instead of sitting next to Nina, he sat opposite her.

"Why don't you sit here?" Nina looked at the seat beside her. Didn't he always sit next to her?