The Culun Married the Handsome Ceo

The Culun Married the Handsome Ceo
welcoming the young master


When going to give the towel to alan, he accidentally stepped on the soap he put under the floor earlier. "Byuuuurr.." the sound of mey mey falling in alan's bath.


"You're pinning my leg on a woman's basis***, move aside"


Mey Mey stood up.


"Sorry sir, sorry I accidentally" lowered his head while apologizing.


Alan arrived² standing.


"Aaaaa..." mey² screamed because alan stood up from his bathtub without wearing any cloth, he immediately turned around while covering his eyes with both hands.


"My eyes are still a holy shithead, does he have no such shame in front of a woman, has he gotten used to it like this" inner mey.


Alan took the towel and put it under his waist.


"Why do you keep your eyes closed, you should be lucky to see it, I've been wearing a towel, my papah".


"Lucky? did I go crazy to think it was a stroke of luck" inner mey again.


Mey rinsed alan and took him to the room and placed him on the bed.


"Sir, do you want me to get you a change of clothes?".


"No need, get me a tissue, and massage my legs"


After taking the tissue, mey massaged alan's legs slowly² while standing up.


Alan wiped his hands with the tissue"disgusting". Alan muttered in a soft voice, but I could hear him clearly.


"If you're disgusted at me, why are you telling me to grab you and massage your feet, what the word² deserves you to throw after I help you" my inner mey.


Mey was very upset.


"Pelan², you want to break my legs well".


"Ah...no sir, I don't dare".


Arriving in front of the room, Mey felt afraid to enter, then she ventured to enter her room.


After entering, he looked at alan who was sitting on the sofa while closing his eyes.


"Take off my shoes" with a heavy voice.


Mey moved from where she stood and immediately approached alan to take off her shoes.


"Looks like he closed his eyes, I thought he was sleeping, how does he know if I'm in, does he have an inner eye?"


"Prepare for warm water, I want to take a shower".


"Good sir"


Moments later, I told Alan that the water was ready.


"Take it to the laundry basket, and go to the bathroom, help me rub my back".


"Good sir"


Mey is still trying to smile.


*What this²an, does he not have his own hands and feet to do so, why should he bother² to marry me to make a maid, why not immediately ask me to be his maid only, why not, why did he marry me, what the hell am I talking about, why am I so dizzy myself*.


Mey was confused by her own question.


Before putting him in the laundry basket, he smelled the suit first.


"Eh...the smell of wine, what he had finished drinking and also there was the smell of a woman's perfume, it seemed to be more than one, you striped-nose man".


Throw that suit in the basket.


Then he immediately went to the bathroom, mey saw alan sitting in a large bathtub that was like a swimming pool and filled with foam² soap on it.


Mey rubs back field alan slowly² with soap.


"Eh...His back is very smooth and white, is he really² a man?" mey, looking at the beautiful back.


"Get me a towel".


Mey put her soap under the floor and immediately picked up a clean towel on the side of the door.


1 hour later....


"Surely, she slept, until when I had to do this, my legs were tired, it felt like my hands were going to break" murmured mey.


Mey yawns because she feels sleepy.


Mey looked towards alan.


"Had he gotten used to sleeping like this, even though I hated you, and you always behaved badly to me but I still had feelings" Mey said in a soft voice.


Mey covered alan's body with a blanket.


Then he picked up a blanket in the closet and then slept on the sofa.


Although this is just a sofa, but it feels like I'm sleeping in bed, it's very soft and quite large.


Slowly his eyes began to close, he began to set will sleep long.


Alan opened his eyelids back, actually he was not right² slept earlier, he just pretended² and closed his eyes.


Now he sat leaning on his bed while staring fixedly at mey who was sound asleep on the sofa.


No matter what he thought, the look on his face was like observing, the next rope only he and God knew.