Chapter 26: I know Mr. Gu has a cleanliness addiction
"I...can I sort it out now?"
Gu Jinnian smiled good-naturedly again.
"Do you always mess with my room like this?"
Su Mobai bit his lip and said nothing. For a long time, Gu Jinnian's face became worse and worse, and Su Mobai had no choice but to nod aggrievedly.
"I... rarely come back, so... your rooms are usually... very clean, but there are only a few of them."
Su Mobai said hesitantly, there was nothing like a twenty-year-old girl, she was just like a child who was afraid of being beaten.
"Yeah?"
Gu Jinnian's voice rose a few times.
Su Mobai Xiaoji nodded as if he was digging rice.
"Very good, I'll give you half an hour. If it's not cleaned up, haha, Su Mobai, you should know that I hate being dirty the most."
Su Mobai quickly answered.
"I know that Mr. Gu has mysophobia."
And then don’t forget to do a Japanese bow.
Gu Jinnian said "yes" and turned around to go to the hall.
Su Mobai pretended to roll up her sleeves. In fact, there were no sleeves, only suspenders. OK, the room was really messy. She was the only one in half an hour. Can she sort it out?
Hey, Su Mobai sighed, God is going to destroy her...
Growing up, she never did any housework at all. At school, she folded quilts at most, and several people worked together to take care of the dormitory. There was usually an aunt who cleaned regularly, so there was no pressure at all.
Gu Jinnian leaned on the sofa and rubbed his temples a little tiredly. He only had a few meetings scheduled for today, and there were still some things to deal with. It was not easy to find time to pick up Su Mobai, and he was afraid of the night.
If he came back too late, Su Mobai would not be able to wait, so he hardly took any rest throughout the day just to squeeze in some free time.
I originally wanted to go to bed earlier, but Su Mobai made the whole room jump.
Su Mobai stood still for a while, thought for a few minutes, and then started to take action.
She first picked up the shoes and socks, arranged them, and put them on the shoe rack. Then she swept the floor several times, but it was not clean every time. She could only sweep until it was clean. For this reason, she mopped the floor again, and then wiped all the beds.
Replace with new ones.
After everything was done, she only felt that her waist had been broken. It was not her own at all. It was sore, numb and painful. She had lived too many pampered days, and she naturally became unable to bear it with her shoulders and unable to lift it with her hands.