Bing KeLe pressed the doorbell several times, but there was no sign of the door opening.

She furrowed her brow with a touch of worry.

Last night, Night seemed to be looking unwell. I wonder if he’s fainted in his room right now?

Her mind even conjured up the image of him lying on the cold floor, a pitiful sight.

"At least I'm an assistant now, so it should be normal to go inside, right?" Bingkele said to herself.

Then, I pressed the code on the doorbell that Qing had told me last night.

The moment the door opened, both of them were stunned.

"Ah! I didn't see anything, I'm leaving first!"

Bingkele covered her eyes and backed away, but the scene from just now couldn't help but replay in her mind.

In the dimly lit room, the man's wheat-colored skin shone like a beacon, and his defined abdominal muscles...

No no no, she didn't see anything, didn't see anything!

Ye Qing just accidentally spilled beer on her clothes and was about to take them off to take a shower when she saw Bing Kele, who was opening the door and preparing to run in.

He wasn't embarrassed at all, he just looked at her like a frightened fawn, the corner of his mouth involuntarily curling into a smile.

This little girl is so timid!

Bingkele was about to move to the door when Yeqing said, "Wait a moment, clean up this place first."

If you have the manpower, why not put it to use?

Ice Cola pursed her lips, her hand still covering her eyes.

"What does this mean? Is he asking her to face him, while he's undressed, to pack her things?"

Is this a test of her willpower?

Before she could overthink things, Ye Qing spoke up, “I’m going to take a shower. You hurry and pack your things.”

He didn't bother to ask why she had come in.

Bing Keluo responded in a low voice, “Hmm.”

Only when she heard his footsteps fading away did she let go of her hand.

Relieved, she couldn't help but sigh in admiration. Ye Zou's figure was truly amazing, even better than the models she saw in posters back at their dorm.

Hold on! Bingkele, what are you thinking? He's your boss!

Bingkele patted his head, trying to shake off those messy images.

When Ye Qing came out to get her phone, she saw herself slapping her head hard.

What are you doing?

"Huh?" Bingkele looked up, and then saw the scene she had just imagined.

Her face was already flushed under the dim lights, but now under this bright light, it was practically bleeding.

"How... how did you... get out again? Go back inside quickly, I need to pack things!" Bingkele stammered.

Oh my god, help! She felt her heart racing irregularly, like she could die any minute!

Yè Qīng stood behind Bīng Kělé, a wry smile on her face that wasn't tinged with any blood.

This girl must have never seen a man before, huh?

Isn't it just that you saw him without a shirt on? It's not a big deal.

And even if she turned her head, the exposed ear couldn't hide her shyness.

Looks more and more like a rabbit.

She shouldn't be called Coca-Cola, she should be called Ice Rabbit.

"Okay, I'm going in." Ye Qing said cheerfully.

Then he didn't even bother taking his phone, turned around and went back into the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Bing Kelai dared to turn her head and look back.

Whew, I really made it in.

Then she began to tidy up her room.

Night cleared her hair and came to the living room, where she saw a pile of beer bottles and a carpet thrown aside at once.

"What is this? Why isn't it put away?" Ye Qing pointed at the pile of beer bottles and asked.

"I don't know where your garbage bags are..."

Bingkele is a good child, so she has always remembered her mother's teachings since she was little and shouldn't go through other people's things.

Therefore, she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Ye Qing looked at her with a face full of "Isn't this right?" seriousness, reached out and pressed her forehead.

"Well, what about this rug? Why did you leave it here?" This rug had been brought back from abroad during a previous mission. It was a very high-end wool rug and he'd always been careful not to get it wet, but now it had been splashed with water?

"There's beer upstairs. I was thinking that when you come out, I'll take it into the bathroom and give it a scrub..."

The less she spoke, the quieter her voice became.

That look in the boss's eyes was terrifying, did she say something wrong?

Isn't she just wanting to take the rug to get it washed? If he hadn't spilled beer on it, she wouldn't even have to wash the rug!

Ye Qing took a deep breath: "Bing Ke Le, do you know what wool fabric is?"

"I've seen that before," she said. She had seen it at the dry cleaners.

Things made of wool cannot be washed with water, or they will shrink.

"This is a rug made of wool," Ye Qing said, pointing to the rug that she had already poured water on.

Bing Keluo's eyes widened instantly.

No way!

What did she just do?

She spilled water on the wool rug?

"I'm so sorry, how about I pay you one yuan to make up for it?" She really didn't know this carpet was so high-end!

"This rug, 50,000 yuan." Ye Qing said as she searched for a trash bag to put the beer bottles in.

"Fifty thousand?"

Bing Ke'le quickly calculated, with a debt of 50,000 she would probably need several months to pay it off.

Nightingale heard her so excited voice, turned to look at her, and saw a terrified expression on her face.

"Don't worry, you don't have to compensate me. After all, it's my fault for not explaining clearly to you." Although he quite liked the carpet, he didn't really need the fifty thousand dollars.

I just wanted to see Bingkele's expression, and sure enough, it satisfied me.

Now Bing-Ko-Le felt a little embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry, I seem to always cause you trouble."

Thinking about it, she really has always been causing trouble, and Ye Qing is always accommodating her.

But yesterday she actually still suspected that Ye Zhou was a bad person?

It's really not right.

"It's fine, if you feel bad about it, just do a good job for me."

While talking, he had already tossed the beer bottle into the trash bag.

"Okay, boss. I'll work hard, but I'm still in school..."

"Oh, I forgot to ask, what major are you studying?" Ye Qing felt that such a naive girl should be studying something easy like horticulture or hotel management, or perhaps an artistic field like the madam.

But, Bingke's professional capabilities exceeded his expectations.

"My major is finance."

"Finance market?"

Bingke nodded, indicating that she was right.

As Nightclear was a subordinate of the Nightbringer Duke, and also held several doctorate degrees, naturally knew what natural path financial market meant.

That is the study of the operating mechanisms of various financial submarkets under market economic conditions and the behavior of their main subjects.

In his words, it was a profession that didn't look like something an Ice-Cola could learn at all.

"How did you choose this major?" Ye Qing asked.

(Editor in charge：half his age: a novel jennette mccurdy)