"Lan Xixi, when the black card is in your hands, are you so irresponsible to your children?"
Swearing, accusing, with a hint of ridicule.
Lan Xixi paused, turned around, looked at the tall figure at the door of the villa, and explained awkwardly:
"I was thinking that Xiao Mo was tired from playing, so he would go home and take a shower and go to sleep. I wouldn't have anything to do. Besides, didn't you get off work at seven as you said?"
"I said seven o'clock, seven o'clock, are you so obedient? Very good, then you will get off work at twelve o'clock." Bo Zhanye said in a cold and non-negotiable tone, then turned around and walked into the villa coldly.
Lan Xixi was furious: "Hey, hey, hey! 12 o'clock? It's already midnight! Is there anyone like you!"
However, where can people take care of her?
Damn it! The evil master of capitalism!
However, people have to bow their heads under the eaves.
Lan Xixi was forced to give in to the evil forces and went back to the house to give Bo Xiaomo a bath and sweep the floor. After he put Bo Xiaomo to sleep, she asked, "Can I leave now?"
‘Wow!’ What she responded to was a pile of clothes falling into the basket.
"Hand wash these clothes."
What what what what?
"I don't have a washer and dryer at home, but you asked me to wash it by hand? Do you have a bag on your head?" Lan Xixi said angrily in her native dialect.
Bo Zhanye raised his sharp eyebrows, and a terrifying coldness hit her: "What did you say? Say it again if you dare?"
The breath that was three feet deep seemed to freeze her to death.
Lan Xixi trembled in fright and shook her head quickly: "Uh...I didn't say anything, I didn't say, I wash, I wash."
Who doesn’t know how to wash clothes?
Just don’t blame her for not washing well!
Lan Xixi rubbed, twisted, beat, and washed it hard, and then she found something was wrong. She picked it up and saw that it was a pair of men's black pants!
Let her wash all your underwear! Shameless!
She threw it on the ground and stepped on it. After all kinds of damage, a lot of clothes were hung up on the clothes pole.
After washing, she was about to say can she go? But a pile of documents half as tall as a person was thrown in front of her.
"Xiao Mo is naughty and makes a mess, sort them into categories."
Lan Xixi: "..."
Damn, can you beat someone up? How long will the sentence be for beating someone up?
I really want to beat him to death!
But Mo Nanxi in the corner breathed a sigh of relief: Master Jiu, that's right, take it out on whoever brings you anger, Miss Lan, just ask for your blessings!
It's early in the morning.
When Bo Zhan got up for morning exercise that night, he saw Lan Xixi asleep among a pile of documents.
The floor was covered with documents, and her little head was resting on them. She slept soundly and without any posture, especially the glistening traces of saliva flowing out of her little lips. It was... a headache!
He walked over with his long legs, bent down, picked her up directly, and went upstairs.
"Hmm~~Chicken legs...I want to eat chicken legs..." Lan Xiximeng murmured, and her small hands naturally hugged Bo Zhanye: "What a big chicken drumstick..."
Bo Zhanye: "..." Such a big black card is not enough for her to eat chicken legs? What kind of woman!
Just as she was thinking about it, the woman hated to let go: "The smell of this chicken leg is like that scumbag, ruthless, arrogant, and even tortures women. I hate you, I really want to slap you away..."
"
"Let's learn from Mr. Tang, he is rich and gentle, considerate and friendly..."
"Ugh, it hurts!"
Bo Zhanye let go of her hand with a cold face. How dare you scold him in his dream and say good things about Tang Shishen? He really wanted to throw her out of the second floor window and let her die.
But looking at that delicate red face, he finally retracted his outstretched hand and threw her away.