Beware of the best fake Angel

"Yes, Xin... No, it's Xiao Xi, Xiao Xi knows it!"

From this moment on, Ling Xinxue is dead, and the one living in this world is Miss Ming Family... Ming Xiaoxi!

"That's good, call Brother Xiche!"

Ming Xiche, the emperor of the Ming gang would smile mischievously because of a woman.

I really want to know if Underworld Emperor's subordinates will be surprised when they see him like this, and then think that they have followed the wrong master?

"Really want to call!"

Can you stop calling this, Brother Xiche...why does she feel so nasty?

"Of course I want to call. If I don't practice now, what will I do if I show some flaws!"

Ming Xiche said with a serious expression.

"Hee...hee...brother Xiche!"

Helpless, in the end Ling Xinxue still bit the bullet and lowered her head, speaking as softly as a mosquito.

"You are so shy, and you sound so strange, how can others believe that you are my sister?"

The voice was as quiet as a mosquito, and Ming Xiche couldn't hear what she said at all.

"I really can't scream!"

God, this is really difficult for her, she has never been so depressed after staying in the killer base for three years, and the word "Brother Xiche" really stumped her.

"Scream even if you can't, just get used to it!"

This is the first step. After taking this step, Ming Xiche believes that he and Ling Xinxue will not be so strange anymore.

"Okay, I'll try my best, at least... oh no, it's... brother Heeche!"

Why did she feel blushing when she called Brother Heechul? It's not good at all. She hates this feeling.

"Okay, the improvement is better than just now, but you have to keep working hard, and why is the housekeeper so slow and hasn't delivered the dinner yet!"

Things have to be done little by little, but the stomach needs to be filled first, not to mention that he guessed that Ling Xinxue might not even have a normal meal.

As soon as he walked to the door, the butler brought the servants to the door. Just as the butler raised his hand to knock on the door, Ming Xiche opened the door.

"Master!"

The housekeeper said respectfully.

"How come!"

Ming Xiche asked with a somewhat accusatory tone.

"I'm sorry, master!"

The housekeeper didn't want to be so slow, but this was already their fastest speed.

"Okay, don't talk so much, put your things away, and where are your shoes?"

Ming Xiche stared coldly at the butler who was empty in his hand.