Chapter 63 The Preliminary Draft Is Over (Part Two)

"How is Miss Bai?"

Leila asked. She had given Debbie a good scare in the morning, so she was not sure whether she had
been raped. Even though she knew there was nothing serious going on now, she was not sure about it.
What's more, the look on Mu's face told everything.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask."

In an icy tone, Leila looked down and said, "I see."

"Run water. Bath."

After leaving this sentence, he walked to the sofa with his slender legs and lay down, looking tired.

Taking a look at the busy new maid, Leila stood up and went upstairs. While mixing the water
temperature, she was thinking about the relationship between Max and Rosa. If she allowed herself to
indulge in the relationship, it was very likely that she would be squeezed out of the side of Max in the
end as Bertha said.

She was not afraid of being abandoned, but she was afraid that she would be abandoned before
finishing her work. Thinking of her mother lying in the hospital, her eyes turned cold. She must take
action as soon as possible!

While she was in an excited state, a hand suddenly grabbed her waist from behind. She screamed by
instinct. Half lying on the edge of the bathtub, with her movement, she lost her balance and fell into the
water.

The splash of large water poured Max the shower down from the head. Leila sat in the bathtub, with
her minty green dress wet by the water. Max could see the exquisite curve of her body. She looked at
Max in front of her nervously, not daring to move.



When Max saw the little woman in the pool, his original anger instantly turned into a bath fire. He
reached out his big hand, and her petite body fell into his arms. Ignoring the water stains on both of
them, he threw her on the bed, and then pressed his body on her.

Leila pressed her lips together. Her hair was wet, and the drops of water slid down along her chin all
the way to her collarbone. There were many water drops in the middle of the beautiful butterfly bones.
They looked more attractive against the crystal clear skin.

The atmosphere in the room was warm and embrace. They had a happy night, which was their daily
routine.

Leila couldn't help smiling bitterly when she saw that night. Now her guess of being released became
true.

There was neither sunshine nor rain in the morning. Her biological clock woke her up on time, and Max
was still not by her side.

The breakfast made by the new maids was not bad. It seemed that everything was normal at the farm
after dinner. But something was different.

Seeing people coming and going, Leila couldn't help asking, "Mr. Zhang, how many women have you
carried in your car?"

Stunned by her question, Mr. Zhang answered seriously, "two women. One is Miss Song and the other
is Miss Bai."

Leila didn't say another word. Mr. Zhang glanced at her from the rear-view mirror and said, "Mr. Mu
helped Miss Bai to be arrested yesterday because she experienced acute pain in her heart."

Leila nodded, but still didn't say a word. Mr. Zhang tightened his lips and didn't say anything.



In fact, he had a good impression of the lady who had been with him for almost a month. After all, it had
been a few people with self-discipline.

When they arrived at the farm, Isis was looking around. Seeing her, she greeted warmly, "Miss Song."

Leila raised her eyebrows. She didn't know why this woman became so passionate today. She walked
towards them in a calm way and Isis held her arm intimately. She said in an embarrassed tone, "sorry. I
misunderstood you that day."

As a person misunderstood by her, Leila put down the traditional virtue of magnanimity to the extreme.
She said with a smile, "it doesn't matter."

Hearing that, Isis sighed in relief. "By the way, I have revised your map. Look."

Leila took the sketches that she handed over. Although she had changed her basic problem, it was still
feasible according to what Max had said yesterday. She said, "I've made a new one about the
sketches."

As she spoke, she took out a document from her bag. In fact, the draft had been approved by Max, and
she didn't have to give it to Isis. But in form, Isis was the real indoor designer. It would be difficult to put
in a good relationship with her because of this.

After all, Isis was a professional designer. It was understandable for her to be upset when she was
disturbed by Leila. But when she saw her draft, she was no upset.

She looked at Leila in disbelief. She didn't expect Leila to be so good at the final and the first draft. Isis
was even worse than Leila.

"Miss Song, you're not like the rumor."



She finally understood what Tristan meant. She graduated from the domestic design department. The
same draft was modified into a different style.

Leila chuckled. She always spoke with strength. How dare she play games with those wolves without
real strength?

"Miss Zhou, can we start now?"

Leila said in a neither humble nor pushy tone. Isis nodded immediately. Since the sketches had been
determined, there was no need to waste time. She turned around, said a few words to an employee,
and then turned back and said, "No. check it carefully today. If there's anything wrong."

Leila understood what she meant. She had nothing to do now.

It was really hard for her to have some leisure time and she wanted to go to the hospital, but she gave
up after taking a look at the position of Mr. Zhang.

She didn't want to go back to the apartment either. She had to go back to Song Group since she had
not been back for several days. She should ask Mr. Dong about the progress of the
matter.


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