Zhuo Jian didn't hear what he said clearly. When she wanted to ask, she heard his cell phone ringing and she shut up.
She thought it was Lin Ruxiang.
Because he took the call and left, but...
"Hello sir, I am the cleaning staff of Gold Medal Housekeeping."
"Yeah! Put on your shoe covers before you come in. Clean the bathroom first and throw away all the clothes in it!"
Fu Yanye ordered.
"yes!"
The housekeeping staff took out their own disposable shoe covers and put them on.
Zhuo Jian heard him talking to someone and ran out. When she saw the person entering her house with tools, she couldn't help but ask: "Who are you?"
"I am......"
"You're here to clean, go and do your work!"
Fu Yanye gave the order without waiting for anyone to finish speaking.
Zhuo Jian looked at the cleaning staff entering her bathroom with some doubts, and then looked at Fu Yanye silently: "Did you hire a housekeeper?"
"I asked Secretary Wu to invite you! You take a rest and I'll go take a look!"
"What are you looking at?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but follow him and stood with him at the door of the bathroom.
"Every corner inside must be disinfected. Your leader should have told you about this, right?"
"Sir, please don't worry, madam. Our leader has said that every corner must be clean. I will even disinfect and disinfect the roof for you."
The forty-year-old cleaning lady replied with a good temper.
Fu Yanye heard the word "wife", glanced at the person, and finally nodded with a little satisfaction.
Zhuo Jian also felt that those two words were a bit poignant, but she paid more attention to disinfection and sterilization.
In fact, there are no germs in her house!
Looking at the clothes inside that had been thrown into the garbage bag by the cleaning staff, she couldn't bear it anymore. She pointed at the bag and said, "Just throw away the men's clothes. Take out the women's clothes for me."
She bought it not long ago, specifically for wearing it in the studio, and it was quite expensive.
Fu Yanye looked at her: "You don't want to be obedient anymore, do you?"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"You two are really interesting. You can decide for yourself. I'm going to start cleaning now."
The cleaning lady closed the door as she spoke.
The two of them stood outside the door and looked at each other. Zhuo Jian knew that he had mysophobia and she had vomited on his clothes. He would definitely not wear them again, so she told him: "Just throw away your own clothes."
Why did you throw mine away too?"
"Didn't those clothes have been touched by others?"
"..."
Only then did Zhuo Jian understand why he threw her clothes away, and she didn't agree with what he did. However, she thought of another thing and couldn't help but ask him: "Why do you seem to know every detail?"
"That was at Starlight!"
Fu Yanye reminded her.
Zhuo Jian suddenly understood, and then became silent again.
After a while, seeing him still standing there, Zhuo Jian asked him curiously: "You don't have to go to work today?"
Fu Yanye glanced at her: "It's useful, but don't rush it!"
Zhuo Jian felt tired and didn't want to stand with him anymore, so she said, "You can do whatever you want, I'll go back and lie down for a while."
After struggling for so long, she was really exhausted. Her brain cells seemed to be dead and she was in urgent need of recharging.
Fu Yanye saw her entering the bedroom next door. His heart moved and he couldn't help but look inside.
Zhuo Jian threw herself on the bed, pulled the quilt over herself, then hugged the pillow and prepared to fall asleep.
Fu Yanye was a little distracted, but he glanced at the bathroom door and worried that the man wouldn't be able to do his job well, so he kept standing outside.
Zhuo Jian quickly fell asleep.
The cleaning lady was ordered by Fu Yanye to work hard for two hours before finally escaping.
As soon as the door closed, Fu Yanye felt that a heavy burden had been lifted. While thinking about not looking for people to work from this company in the future, he couldn't help but look at the bedroom.
She fell asleep, and slept soundly.
In fact, he hasn't slept well these past few days.
She said she hated him and wouldn't let him go to her again. He lived on the edge of death every day tortured by these two words, and couldn't sleep or eat well.