The Maid's Rise to Be a President's Wife-Chapter 237: The President’s Assistant Helps Her Clean the House

Dongfang Hao came to the door of Yiren's apartment and knocked. Yiren's voice came from inside,

"Who is it?"

Yiren put down the mop and opened the door. She saw Dongfang Hao.

"Why is it you?" Yiren asked in surprise. It hadn't been long since she got back, and Dongfang Hao actually knew to come to the apartment to find her so quickly.

"Why wouldn't it be me? Did you think it was the president?" Dongfang Hao asked, looking at Yiren, who was dressed like a cleaner. He didn't understand what she was doing. Was she really cleaning the house? That would be simply—The One-Armed Superwoman!

"Of course not. I'm just surprised how you knew I was back," Yiren turned and went back into the room, picked up the mop, and continued the unfinished cleaning work. "Just find a place to sit. If you want something to drink, help yourself to the fridge."

Dongfang Hao walked into the room and saw the mess. Yiren was actually really cleaning the room.

"I beg you, don't mop the floor anymore," Dongfang Hao said hastily.

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"What's wrong?" Yiren stopped her action in confusion and asked, "Is it too dirty? Hehe, you came at the wrong time. If you had come two hours later, I probably would have finished cleaning everything."

"Do you want to go back to the hospital and stay there for a few more months?" Dongfang Hao took the mop from Yiren's hand and said.

"It's not that serious. I feel fine now! You know what? I climbed over the wall to get out today!" Yiren said excitedly. She never expected that she could climb over the wall with one hand. She was really starting to admire herself. After saying that, Yiren took the mop again and wanted to continue mopping the floor clean.

Several drops of cold sweat appeared on Dongfang Hao's forehead. No wonder the president's whole face changed when he received the call. It turned out that Yiren actually didn't use the front door but climbed over the wall, and she did it with her right hand injured!

"Don't do such a thing again in the future. Even if the president has a strong heart, you'll still scare him into getting sick!"

"As long as you don't tell him, how will he know?" Yiren said with a smile.

In addition to the cold sweat, three more black lines appeared on Dongfang Hao's forehead. If the president really didn't know that she climbed over the wall and went out, he wouldn't be here now.

"I'll do the cleaning for you. Whatever you want to do, I'll do it for you. Just sit on the sofa and don't move," Dongfang Hao rolled up his sleeves and said, then took the mop from Yiren's hand.

"No, no! I can do it myself," Yiren said hastily. How could she let the president's assistant help her clean the house?

"Don't come over. Just sit on the sofa. That'll be a great help to me," Dongfang Hao picked up the mop and said to Yiren.

Yiren looked at Dongfang Hao with a mix of amusement and helplessness and finally sat down on the sofa.

Dongfang Hao picked up the mop and started mopping the floor. This was probably the first time in his life that he had done housework, and it was mopping the floor. But he actually did it quite well.

"Then I'll wipe the table,"

"Don't move. I'll do it,"

"Then I'll clean the kitchen,"

"I'll clean it,"

"Then I'll wash the bed sheets,"

"I'll do everything. Just sit there and tell me what to do,"

...

So, there was a scene where Yiren sat on the sofa giving instructions, and Dongfang Hao, with his sleeves rolled up, was cleaning the room.

"Do I need to pay you for helping me clean the house?" Yiren suddenly thought of this question. If she had to pay, would it be very expensive? If it was too expensive, she might not be able to afford it.

"What do you think?" Dongfang Hao looked up and asked. What on earth was going on in her head?

"I think it would be too much if I don't pay you," Yiren said seriously.

"Then how much do you think is appropriate to pay me?" Dongfang Hao asked with more interest.

"I can pay you a bit more, but if you ask for a very high amount, I might not be able to afford it," Yiren began to search in her mind for how much the hourly rate for a cleaner was, and how many times more she should pay him. After all, his worth was always very high.

"How much is it?" Dongfang Hao asked again.

"Three hundred! Several times that of an ordinary cleaner," Yiren thought this was the limit she could offer.

Three hundred!

So, he could be worth three hundred yuan as a cleaner. How many days would he have to work as a cleaner to earn his current monthly salary? Two years or three years?

"Forget about the payment. As long as you don't come back here in the future, I'll be thankful," As long as she always lived in the Ji family's house, then he would never need to help her clean the house again. He swore that if he had to come here next time, he would definitely bring a senior nanny with him.

"o(∩_∩)o..." Yiren laughed. She felt that it was really a pity for Dongfang Hao to do the housework.

When Ji Minze and Cui Zijun came to Yiren's apartment after work, they were both stunned by the scene: Yiren was sitting on the sofa, and Dongfang Hao was wiping the table with a rag. Cui Zijun almost burst out laughing and had to hold it in with great effort. It was the first time he had seen Dongfang Hao look so much like a good househusband.

Perhaps dear friends have a lot of regrets in your hearts, and perhaps you have a lot of expectations! Some people hope that Ji Minze can be with Tang Lei, and some people hope that he can be with Yiren! Leaving aside who Ji Minze will end up with, let's simply talk about love. Can love really override all other emotions? Can love really not change because of the change of space and time? We sincerely hope that a relationship can last forever, but in fact, how long can a person's heart bear the hopeless waiting?

I haven't arranged the ending yet, so I don't know what the ending will be! Hehe