Who says that real and fake daughters must fight each other?

After having a big meal at the He family, the four of them took a car back there, rubbing their stomachs with satisfaction.

Zhou Yafei narrowed her eyes in satisfaction and sighed again.

"It'll take another half hour to get back."

If you eat so much and don’t exercise properly, your sister will get angry.

She doesn't want to be scolded.

He glanced at Chu Ying secretly again.

Didn’t this person say that we should eat less?

I didn't see her eating less at the dinner table just now.

Being stared at by Zhou Yafei, Chu Ying raised her head with confidence, "What are you looking at!"

It’s just a full meal.

Who made their aunt cook so deliciously?

It tastes better than the food her dad cooks.

If there wasn't a job there, Chu Ying really wanted to stay here forever.

When I returned to the villa, as soon as I entered the door, I saw the landlord directing a group of people in black clothes to set up cameras.

"Sister, we are back."

It was only when they spoke that Fang Jie noticed that the four people had returned.

"Oh, you're back. Come say hello to the director and producer."

This is the first group to return, the remaining two cars of people have not returned yet.

"it is good."

They followed Sister Fang and, at her gesture, greeted the director and producer.

Director Yu is a middle-aged woman who looks very gentle.

At this moment, he was looking at them with a smile in his eyes.

"Hello you all."

What is inconsistent with his gentle appearance is that Director Yu has a smoky voice.

Well, very charming.

"Hello."

Producer Liu is a very young man who wears gold-rimmed glasses and pushes his glasses up from time to time.

Looks a little nervous.

Chu Ying's eyes lit up, "Is there anything we can help you with?"

As soon as Chu Ying said this, the people working around her seemed to move at double speed, walking one after another, turning into industrious little bees.

"It seems that it is not necessary anymore."

Producer Liu smiled and nodded, then quietly retreated behind Director Yu.

I still feel safe with my aunt behind me.

The house sister shook her head and said, "I don't need your help. Go back to your room and rest for a while."

There were cameras installed in the rooms.

Go over there quickly and guard it. Be careful.

The house sister gave a wink, and they paused and quickly went upstairs.

Yunhe thought that there must be someone in the room.

Although she didn't say it explicitly.

He exchanged glances with them, then quickly separated and went to his own room.

Yun He walked quietly to the door and saw through the crack in the door that the fat man in black was rummaging through the suitcase on the ground.

In his hand was a small piece of soft fabric.

Her face changed and she stared at the man's dark hand.

Perhaps noticing Yun He's gaze, the man turned around.

Yun He quickly turned around and leaned against the wall.

Fortunately, there were a lot of people walking and chatting downstairs.

The man just muttered a few words and stopped reading.

Yun He collected his thoughts, took two gentle steps back, and then made more frequent footsteps.

The hunched man froze.

He quickly stuffed the small piece of cloth into his pocket.

Look back hurriedly.

I just happened to see Yunhe open the door.

He pulled the corners of his lips and pretended to be honest.

"Hello, I'm here to install the camera."

Yun He's heart was pounding, and she asked unnaturally, "Are you okay?"

"Okay, okay, I was just packing up."

The man peeled off the black cloth covering the camera and stuffed it into the tool bag on the ground.

Carrying the suitcase out of the house.

"Thank you, master."

Yunhe stood at the door and forced a smile.

The fat man chuckled and said, "No, no."

Yunhe saw that he had a tool bag on his right shoulder and his left hand in his pocket.

His hands moved in his pockets.

Yun He guessed what was in the pocket, and a surge of anger and a slight nausea surged in his heart.

The fat man quickly came downstairs carrying his things.

Walking up the small staircase where only one person was, the man snorted.

His left hand was stroking the small piece of cloth in his pocket, his eyes full of lust.

It smells so good...

After the man left, Yunhe closed the door and quickly locked it.

I tried to hold it back again and again, but I still couldn't hold it back.

Rushed into the bathroom and vomited while holding onto the sink.

I vomited all my dinner.

It was so disgusting, just like that night when Chen Yao's fat hands touched his neck with ill intentions.

He shivered violently and vomited uncontrollably.

There was nothing left to vomit, all that came out was stomach acid.

Yunhe's face was burned with pain.

There is a sour smell in the nose, which is very uncomfortable.

Yunhe vomited everything in her stomach. After a while, she went to the room to drink some water and clear her mouth.

After vomiting, Yunhe stared at Fang Jia's suitcase in a daze.

The things were in a mess, as if they had been rummaged through for fear that she wouldn't notice.

Is this a provocation to them?

No, Fang Jia's things were just arranged in a mess. This was probably because he didn't care about them after he found them and didn't tidy them up, so they just remained in a messy state.

So as to lower their guard.

Yunhe squeezed her palms.

I thought to myself that after I solved this problem and told Fang Jia, it would definitely help cure her bad habits of leaving things around and always getting hurt while cleaning up.

Then he felt bad about himself and decided not to tell Fang Jia.

Yun He collected his thoughts, lowered his eyes and thought about what he should do.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and then someone turned the doorknob.

Not open.

Zhou Yafei asked doubtfully, "Xiao He, are you in there?"

Yun He immediately responded: "I'm here, coming."

He walked up in two steps and opened the door.

Zhou Yafei was the only one at the door, with her arms folded across her chest and her eyebrows raised.

"What are you doing? You locked the door."

I didn't lock the door when I wasn't sleeping.

"No, I just closed it. Let's go downstairs and find the housekeeper."

Yunhe closed the door and then went downstairs with Zhou Yafei.

When I went downstairs, I saw that everything had been put in place. The staff were gathered in groups of three or four, eating dinner with their boxed lunches.

Sister Fang happened to be next to Director Yu and Producer Liu, eating and chatting with a box lunch in her arms.

Yun He glanced around and didn't see the man she had just met, so she felt a little confused.

"Xiaohe?"

Sister Fang spoke in confusion, looking at Yunhe and Zhou Yafei at the stairs.

What are you doing standing there in a daze?

Is there anything wrong?

Yun He came back to his senses, suppressed the doubts in his heart, and walked up to them.

"Director, producer, sister."

After greeting everyone one by one, Yunhe pulled Zhou Yafei to sit next to Fang Jie.

Director Yu looked at them with a smile on his face and asked them, "Have you eaten yet? I have extra lunch boxes here."

The house sister waved her hand and said, "They all went home and had a big meal."

Why would we need Director Yu’s lunch box?

Yun He: "..."

She had just vomited everything in her stomach and still needed this boxed lunch.

So he held out his hand, "Can I have one?"

Sister Fang looked at me in shock, her eyes seemed to be saying, "Aren't you full?"

Not full of delicious food at home, why not come here for a boxed lunch?

Zhou Yafei knew that Yunhe must be full, and looked at her puzzledly.

Director Yu didn't understand what was going on, but he still handed over a box lunch.

"Eat. You're so young, eat more. Don't starve yourself."

Sister Fang stared at the meal.

I thought to myself, don’t eat too much, or you’ll get fat.

But Director Yu was there, so he couldn't say it directly. He could only watch Yun He finish half of it.