Marrying the Young Miss

Marrying the Young Miss
Dead louse


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On the other side. Without Ella realizing it, Mr. Didi was eavesdropping on his speaker. Didi sir who was already irritated bin Sels, saw Ella's behavior. Now step by settling into the precipitate without sound.


Mr. Didi put his index finger in front of his lips, when he saw chef Adi's gaze towards him.


'Based on the boy, he thinks me and Adi can be tricked. Just saying we're gonna call Mr Daniel, then we're gonna believe everything he says? Don't expect a boy!' cursed Mr. Didi with a dislike look at Ella.


'Wow, is this really sir Didi want to surprise this bad boy? Or Mr Didi will mergokin this boy who is lying?' thought chef Adi.


"Here, someone wants to talk to the chef!" Ella stalls her right hand, asking chef Adi to reach for her flat object.


"Are you serious about this, Mr Daniel?" chef Adi asked with a frown, staring at Ella.


"I don't like lying, chef!" exclaim Ella.


Sreek.


"A-awwhh sa- hurts my hand! Blank!" peeker Ella, looking back, saw who dared to lock her left hand.


Mr. Didi locked Ella's left hand on her back, while Ella's right hand was still stuck out in front of chef Adi by holding her flat object.


"Are you sure brat, we can trust you?" asked Didi sir, looking at Ella's annoyance.


"You guys are really rude, you're old, but you still can't be different about being honest and lying!" yell Ella was upset.


"You wait for what else Adi chef, quickly will you. Is this boy lying to us or not!" sumpul sir Didi, looking at the bitch chef Adi.


Chef Adi immediately rushed over, taking Ella's flat object from the hand of the boy he thought was lying to him.


"The name on this boy's contact, Mr. Daniel. Don't you let this kid actually talk to Mr Daniel?" ask chef Adi, looking questioningly at Mr. Didi.


"Try talking sir, that's the phone line is still on!" sumpul Ella stared exasperatedly at chef Adi.


^^^"Hey you guys! Already haven't argued his hem!"^^^


Daniel's voice seemed to echo in the earlobe of chef Adi, when the flat object he attached to his earlobe.


'Wooh, mampusss me. Dig the hole yourself!' rutuk chef Adi, for himself though in the heart, when hearing the voice of Daniel make his dead lice.


"Why didn't you tell us earlier, you bad boy! Yes, you are stubborn!" nagel sir Didi, who immediately released Ella's left hand from her grunts.


'I can be rash, act stupid! How could this boy lie, if from his eyes he was so innocent!" rutuk pak Didi with a feeling of regret, staring at Ella's pair of round eyes who were staring at her irritatedly.


[ "Tu-Mister, i-this____" ]


Not finished chef Adi talk, from his phone connection has been back heard the voice of Daniel who is now echoing again.


^^^"Heiii! You guys hear me or not?"^^^


Daniel's great-granddaughter, with a voice that seemed to sound angry.


Mr. Didi immediately snatched the flat object belonging to Ella, not forgetting he saw a glimpse of the screen hape it.


'Seriously this boy, Mr Daniel!' thought sir Didi.


[Sorry Young Master, we had a chance to doubt this boy!" ]The first sentence that Mr. Didi said, did not want to make his Young Master even more angry.


[[We understand, young master!" ] replied Mr. Didi, with a flat face.


^^^"Give Ella the phone." Daniel said again.^^^


"This, Young Master wants to talk to you!" mr. Didi handed the flat object back to its owner.


"You think you're weeek!" aspir Ella, after taking over her hape from Didi's pack.


Ella even dared to stick her two, by sticking her tongue out at Didi's pack and Adi's chef in turn.


[[Thank you, sir, for your help!" ] cried Ella as sweet as possible, when talking to Daniel on the phone, but his eyes glared at chef Adi.


^^^"Same, do your job well. Don't make Wiliam suspect you! Watch out if your plans put my wife and wife's contents at risk!" daniel said with a worried tone.^^^


[So, sir, just calm down, I have carefully planned this together with doctor Zee, doctor Zee would like me to work together to fight Mr. Wiliam." ] said Ella bluntly to Daniel on the phone.


Daniel immediately disconnects his phone, without needing to ask Ella's approval.


"Basic boss! Mentang mentang boss, as good as his jidat aja maen matiin phone! Fortunately, boss, try not to be the boss.I've been maki you!" as for Ella, staring at her phone screen that has been disconnected from her phone.


"Based on a crazy kid, learn to go crazy!" grumbled chef Adi, annoyed because surely after this Daniel will scold her and punish her.


"Quick make me a good meal, chef! It's not just me continuing to curse ahahha! I'm glad I saw both of you're faces!" ella exclaimed, after being satisfied with the chuckle.


At 9 o'clock 30 a.m.


Elis had walked back and forth not because of it, the tormented tub that was again rubbing a slum and shabby shirt in his room.


"Where the hell is that guy! Don't want anything, I told you to pick me up at home at 10. It's almost 30 minutes to 10 in the morning. Watch out for you Daniel, if you're late. I punish you!" nagging Elis who somehow has glanced at the wall clock in his room.


"Geez, Daniel! You really asked for the law, it's almost 25 minutes to 10 this morning! Watch out if you don't come too! I'll stay the night you go to papa's house!" nagel Elis again.


Daniel got off the car, ran into the house, his gaze fixed on the top floor, his room. Not understanding the greeting of Didi and Ella who passed by him.


"Good morning, sir! Has anyone missed sir?" greet and ask Mr. Didi, who was standing in the middle room.


"Good morning Young Master. Are you the same as Miss Elis? Waiting for Miss Elis in the same room." said Ella with a big smile.


"I'm not late, there's no reason for Elis to punish me!" exclaimed Daniel, who was now climbing the stairs.


Chequek.


Bugh.


"Awhhh!"


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