MTL - 90s, The Cannon Fodder Wife of the Paranoid Boss is Reborn-Chapter 20 Women are trouble
Chapter 20 Women are trouble
Bai Lu knocked on the door diagonally opposite and found that the little guy was still awake and sitting at the desk doing homework. His new schoolbag was placed on the table, neatly placed in the middle.
"I haven't finished writing yet, poor baby." She gave her a very sympathetic look.
Xiao Wei rolled his eyes at her: "Why didn't my brother tie you to the bed and let you run around at night?"
The tying that Xiao Wei talks about is serious tying.
But Bai Lu thought of the scene just now, her fingertips felt hot, and she coughed unnaturally.
“Have you applied the active oil?”
"wipe it up."
"Let me see."
Bai Lu stepped into the room.
Last night when she knocked on the door, Xiao Wei was almost asleep and hadn't even wiped off the active oil. She stared at him and left after wiping him, even though the little guy looked reluctant.
Xiao Wei's room was not big, with nothing else except a wooden bed, a small old wooden wardrobe, and a sack filled with unknown items in the corner.
Bai Lu walked to the desk in a few steps, leaned against the edge of the table, stared at Xiao Wei's shoulders and neck, and said lightly: "Do you want me to watch it, or Brother Qi to watch it?"
The little guy was wearing a knitted dark brown sweater with a collar around his neck, and it was impossible to see whether it had been wiped off or not.
The smell of active oil is so strong, but I can't smell it at all. She wouldn't believe it if I said it was applied.
It doesn't matter that she doesn't believe it. Whenever Xiao Wei hears something related to his brother, he will immediately react subconsciously, put down the pencil in his hand, open the drawer, and get the active oil.
“I wipe it myself.”
Bai Lu saw him unscrewing the lid and pouring only a small amount. She felt helpless and speechless: "You can't push away the bruises even if you pour so little. You need to pour more and massage."
“Are you so reluctant to keep it for your brother?”
Xiao Wei pressed his shoulder and neck for a moment, his uncomfortable face looked a little angry and a little lonely.
“My brother doesn’t need it.”
Bai Lu chuckled: "Yes, yes, he has rough skin and thick flesh, so there is no need for it. He can be cured by drying it for two days."
Xiao Wei glared at her displeased: "What are you doing here?"
Bai Lu saw that he had poured two more drops of active oil on his hand, so she stopped teasing him.
“Do you still have a little notebook?”
Xiao Wei looked suspicious: "What do you want to do here?"
Bai Lu pursed her lips and showed a big-prize smile: "Your brother wants it."
Without saying a word, Xiao Wei immediately opened the drawer on the side and took out a brand new large exercise book and a new black ballpoint pen that he had bought and never used and gave it to her.
“Take it.”
The little voice was still slightly excited and happy.
Bai Lu took the things and couldn't help but want to tease him again: "I used pencils in the second grade, and only started to use ballpoint pens in the third grade. Why did you buy a ballpoint pen so early? Isn't this... specially prepared for your brother? "
Xiao Wei, as if something had struck his mind, grunted angrily and turned his head, "It's up to you."
“Can’t I buy it for the third graders in advance?”
“It works, why not? It works!”
Bai Lu is a good person. If you don't expose the child, don't be awkward and pretend to be calm.
But raise your hand and touch your head.
Xiao Wei seemed to have expected it. As soon as she raised her hand, he immediately turned away.
“Don’t touch my head.” The tone was fierce.
"Why can't you touch it?" Bai Lu asked, not understanding.
Xiao Wei didn't want to talk to her, but he was afraid that she would complain, so he said with a cold face: "The president is not tall."
"Oh..." "So that's it..."
Bai Lu sighed with regret, "What a pity, I just touched your brother."
Xiao Wei: “…”
Finally he let her touch it.
Women are trouble!
Bai Lu returned to the room and closed the door. Xiao Cheng was still sitting in the same bossy posture as before she left, leaning back leisurely on the chair, but with an unlit cigarette in his hand.
It danced back and forth on his slender fingertips, like a butterfly flying around his fingers, beautiful and dangerous.
Bai Lu knew that he was probably addicted to smoking. He spent a lot of time at home these days and never smoked.
She smiled, opened the book to the first page, put it on the table, and took off the cap of the ballpoint pen.
Holding both hands in front of the boss: "How much did you buy, when did you buy it, and who did you buy it from? Do you still remember? If you remember, write it down. This will make it clearer and more detailed. When you are done, put everything together. Once the money is settled, just give this bill to Aunt Five."
Over the years of collecting accounts, Xiao Cheng has never seen any amount of money, let alone this small amount of money.
He put the cigarette behind his ear, took the ballpoint pen from the soft and boneless hand in front of him, and started writing.
His calligraphy is beautiful, majestic, powerful, and has a unique style that dominates the world.
Bai Lu remembered that Xiao Cheng’s grades were also pretty good and he was one of the top students in school.
If not, Xiao Wei's mother would have hindered her, and she would have had a bright future and experienced less suffering.
Bai Lu sighed softly.
When Xiao Cheng came back to his senses, Xiao Cheng had already written it down. The details of all the materials used, the amount spent, the date, the purchaser, and the seller's address and name were all clearly listed.
Bai Lu put the new notebook and the accounting book away, put them in the deepest part of the drawer, and used the new notebook to press the accounting book.
With a smile on his face, he invited the boss to go back to bed.
As soon as a person gets on the bed, he immediately rolls up the quilt and wraps up a rice dumpling, as if it would be safer...cough and warmer.
Xiao Cheng glanced at her with a half-smile, pulled the cord to turn off the light, lay down on the bed, and spread the quilt to cover his waist.
Maybe it’s because the pace of life here is slow and fulfilling, without the hustle and bustle of big cities, or maybe it’s because she’s accustomed to the presence of men around her and it’s safe enough to relax her body and mind. Bai Lu fell asleep quickly while lying on the bed.
The shallow breathing gradually became steady and long.
It didn't take long for him to fall into a deep sleep. He didn't even know whether the man next to him was asleep or not, and he didn't know when he went out and came back.
The next morning, when Bai Lu got up, the seat next to her was already empty and the quilt was neatly folded.
She got up, folded the quilt, and went to the kitchen. Xiao Cheng was usually in the kitchen making breakfast at this time.
Sometimes she gets up early and she does it, and Xiao Cheng gets up early and Xiao Cheng does it. In short, Xiao Wei has breakfast before going to school, and this has formed a tacit understanding unconsciously.
However, in the past few days, Xiao Cheng got up earlier, and Bai Lu came to the kitchen but saw no one.
Xiao Wei was brushing his teeth and washing his face by the well.
Just as Bai Lu was about to make breakfast and wash up, Xiao Cheng came back from outside and brought wontons.
That handsome and solemn face is different from before.
After everyone had washed up, the three of them sat at the dining table eating wontons, and there was an eerie silence.
Xiao Wei didn’t dare to make a sound, so he ate in silence before going to school, not forgetting to take away the garbage.
After finishing the meal, Bai Lu cleared the table, boiled an egg, peeled the shell while it was hot, went back to the room, found a piece of thin cloth in the corner of the closet, tore off a piece and wrapped it in the egg.
Then he returned to the kitchen and directly pulled Xiao Cheng, who had two unfinished wontons, back to the room and dragged him by force.
Xiao Cheng saw that her face was always bad while eating breakfast, so he knew that he was in the wrong and did not resist.
Silently, he was pulled back to the room and pressed onto a chair.
(End of this chapter)
