Trafford’s Trading Club

Brother Xiaosheng was sitting in the office with glass windows that were broken… No, crouching down should be more appropriate.

And the place where he crouched down was the only desk in this office.

Brother Xiaosheng pointed to the broken window and blinked his eyes, “Oh? You said she didn’t come and Ghost Baby didn’t know. Then, Gui Qianyi, who broke the window and why were those demons downstairs all under an illusion!”

“Well, in my opinion, they should be have got caught in a major illusion spell.” Gui Qianyi said with his hands drawn back.

Brother Xiaosheng banged the table and suddenly jumped toward Gui Qianyi with bulging eyes, “Old tortoise, do you think I don’t dare to break your shell!”

“Boss, you’ve done that last month when you were drunk.” Gui Qianyi said, “So I believe you will.”

Brother Xiaosheng scratched his head and stamped with rage. In the end, he reached out a hand and tidied up Gui Qianyi’s while saying kindly, “Ha, Uncle Gui, Grandpa Gui, I just broke your shell a little bit last time. Please don’t blame me. Grandpa Gui, please have pity on me, tell me straight, is Zijun really back?”

“Boss, we’ve had a promise when you asked me to be the manager.” Gui Qianyi calmly said, “I agreed to stay here if you don’t ask me about the princess. Boss, are you going back on your promise?”

Brother Xiaosheng pulled Gui Qianyi’s mouth, “Gui Qianyi, are you playing the fool? Why did I promise you? That’s because I know your princess will come back to you. ”

Gui Qianyi sighed, “Boss, you are a kind man. Though you’re two-faced, you still took us… Anyway, I respect you. But I’m loyal to the princess too. ”

“Pedantic!” Brother Xiaosheng suddenly let go of Gui Qianyi, shaking his head, “Well, if you don’t tell me, I will find her myself. Since I’m here, I don’t believe I can’t find her!”

“Thank you for your understanding.” Gui Qianyi humbly thanked and slowly said, “Boss, won’t you change your clothes?”

Brother Xiaosheng… Sun Xiaosheng was stunned as he subconsciously touched his naked butt, “Sh*t… I forget… ”

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Luo Dance woke up with a thirsty feeling. Her head felt as if it was being strongly pressed by two hands and she even felt nausea.

She couldn’t remember what had happened. She looked around and felt strange—This was not the room in the pet center she used to sleep.

The Butterfly Monster couldn’t tell what style this room was, but it was really different from the modern style she often saw… The floor seemed to be made of wood, and the bed…

“What a big bed!”

She even had an impulse to roll on this bed… As for the danger in this strange place, she seemed not to think of it in the first instance.

Maybe it was her character, or maybe because she wasn’t fully awake and everything didn’t immediately occur to her.

Luo Dance, while holding a white pillow, lay on the bed and stared blankly. Then she suddenly sat up, “Oh gosh! Sister Zijun! Uncle Mouse Monster!”

Butterfly Monster knocked her head with annoyance, “How could I forget?”

Luo Dance jumped down from the bed, a cold feeling could be felt when her naked feet stepped on on the wooden floor which made her feel a little uncomfortable.

“Where are my shoes?” Luo Dance tilted her head.

She didn’t find her shoes and what she wore was a white nightgown, instead of the clothes she wore yesterday.

A little short, just up to her knees.

She crouched down to look for it under the bed. But at this moment, the door was opened.

“What are you looking for?”

Strictly speaking, her pose now was inappropriate—to a normal person. Because the lifted skirt showed her…

Monsters were not human beings and Butterfly Monster didn’t have much concept of this… And the person who spoke just now… Miss Maid had no intention to avoid this embarrassment.

Therefore, the Little Butterfly who waked up from her hangover, met Miss Maid in this way.

“Ah! You, you, you are… ”

Little Butterfly was so surprised that she heavily knocked her head on the bed board when she raised her head; crying”Ah”.

Miss Maid walked into the room with a smile and put her things down before helping Little Butterfly up, softly saying, “I’m You Ye.”

“Oh, yes! You’re… Sister You Ye.” Luo Dance gently rubbed her head, her face was red, “Sorry, I, I… I didn’t think it was you for a moment. ”

“It’s all right.” You Ye shook her head gently, “I’ve washed your clothes. Please come down when you finished dressing.”

Luo Dance looked at the neat clothes on the plate—they were her clothes and shoes she wore yesterday.

The shoes looked new. It seems they had been totally washed.

“Well… What happened?” Luo Dance subconsciously asked.

You Ye smiled, “Have you forgotten? You vomited all over my Master last night.”

“Ah?!!” Luo Dance was shocked in a sudden. Her face was pale due to the hangover and the shock.

“But you didn’t dirty him.” Miss Maid added.

“Oh my god…” Luo Dance was relieved and she patted her chest.

“But…” Miss Maid suddenly said.

Little Butterfly suddenly became nervous for she was afraid to hear some even worse news, “But what?”

You Ye smiled, “Don’t show your underwear when you are wearing a night gown. It’s ungraceful for a girl.”

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Luo Dance primly followed Miss Maid with quick short steps and went downstairs.

She didn’t know where she was until she came down… she was in the club.

She stuck out her tongue when she saw Boss Luo sitting close to the round table.

“I should not make him angry…” Little Butterfly was a little worried.

At this moment.

Luo Qiu was reading the newspaper. The black tea in front of him was half-drunk, and the dish plate beside him was empty.

Boss Luo turned over the newspaper and looked up, “Good morning. Are you hungry? I’ve prepared some food for you. You Ye, go and take them here.”

Little Butterfly who had read the Xinhua Dictionary naturally knew what “Grace” was. At this moment, she felt Sister You Ye was beauty and grace personified.

Nodding slightly with a perfect warm smile, then turning around with hands holding at the waist and walking in a very graceful manner.

Little Butterfly thought her grace could even help her maintain a book on the head.

‘I can’t do it…’