Li Jing'er curled her lips and said, "Then we'll just eat takeout and empty the house."

After she finished speaking, she left, leaving Lu Ma and Lu Zhicheng looking at each other in bewilderment.

Lu Zhicheng looked at the dirty rag and subconsciously resisted.

Frowning, "Forget it, Mom, just order takeout and put the clothes in the washing machine. It's no big deal. Just get through this month and I'll go check on the job."

Lu Ma had no choice but to agree.

But underwear and socks cannot be put into the washing machine, they still need to be washed by people.

And no one mopped the floor, so it became dirty in less than a week.

Mother Lu felt uncomfortable watching this, so she stood up again and tried to pick up the mop, but her arm hurt again.

She suddenly cried out "ouch, ouch".

Lu Zhicheng was watching videos in the room as if he didn't hear anything.

Mother Lu looked at the soaked floor and yelled, "Zhicheng, Zhicheng, come out and help me."

After hearing this, Lu Zhicheng could no longer pretend not to hear it and had to come out.

"What's wrong, Mom?"

He actually saw the wet spot on the floor, but he wanted to pretend not to see it.

Lu Ma can't let him go easily, because Zhicheng is the only labor force in the family now.

"Zhicheng, help mom clean the floor, otherwise it will get damp."

"Oh, it would be great if Jing'er were here."

Lu Zhicheng looked at the mop with resistance and picked it up hesitantly, but the wetness of his touch made him subconsciously let go. The mop fell on Lu Ma, and he quickly picked it up again.

Lu Ma looked at him for help: "Zhicheng, hurry up and drag it. Mom will teach you next to her."

It’s not easy to teach someone how to mop the floor, but Lu’s mother felt that Lu Zhicheng had never done housework before and definitely didn’t understand these things.

Lu Zhicheng frowned: "No need, I'll just drag it out."

He cleaned the floor with a pale face, then put down the mop and left.

Lu Ma called him: "Wait, Zhicheng, the mop hasn't been washed and wrung out yet."

This was the first time Lu Zhicheng did this, and he immediately thought it was so troublesome, but now Lu Ma couldn't help him, so he had to deal with it cleanly.

I just washed my hands a hundred or eighty times afterwards.

He frowned and said, "Mom, I'm not cut out for housework. Why don't you let Jing'er find an easier job where she can take care of the family? Otherwise, how can she work if she can't even do housework?"

Lu Ma thought about it and felt that it made sense: "Okay, I'll talk to Jing'er when she comes back."

Su Entertainment.

The staff are a little restless today.

It's not for anything else, but because a newcomer is coming today, and I heard that he will be responsible for all the costumes in a popular variety show of Su Entertainment.

"I heard it's a young female designer."

"Wasn't it previously undertaken by designer Wei Jiaqi? Why did they suddenly change people?"

"It's hard to say. What if this designer who parachuted in has a strong background?"

In the dressing room not far away, a man was throwing things around and cursing.

"Who is that designer? How dare he stand above me? He should tell those people outside to shut up!"

The design assistant next to him trembled with fear: "That won't do, Jiaqi, it will have the opposite effect. Besides, the designer is only responsible for hosting one variety show, not the entire thing. Isn't the rest still your responsibility?"

Wei Jiaqi glared at him and said, "What do you know? If there is one, there will be two."

At this moment, outside there was a hustle and bustle, and someone exclaimed in surprise: "Who is this celebrity? How come I haven't seen him before? And there's President Su's assistant personally introducing him to us."

"What's his background? Could he be a relative of Mr. Su?"

"She's so beautiful, isn't she my girlfriend?"

Wei Jiaqi then stopped and took the design assistant out to take a look.

Everyone was surrounding a beautiful woman, and next to that woman was Su Shiling's assistant.

At this moment, the assistant was introducing the business to her patiently and kindly.

The woman was Pei Qinghuan.

Wei Jiaqi took a quick look and then looked away. She was so beautiful, how could she be the parachuted-in designer?

No one gave Pei Qinghuan the title of parachuted designer. They just thought that this woman was beautiful and might be President Su's girlfriend.

But the assistant used a loudspeaker to call everyone over, and introduced them with a smile: "Everyone, meet me, this is the designer responsible for the costume design of our new variety show, Pei Qinghuan."

Pei Qinghuan smiled gently at everyone: "Please take care of me."

Everyone was silent for a while, and then they exploded.

"No way, such a young and beautiful designer?"

“That’s amazing!”

"Really? Then wouldn't it be a blessing for us staff to be able to see such a beautiful sister all the time?"

The girl with high emotional intelligence supported the assistant.

Wei Jiaqi, who was not far away, was stunned, his eyes full of disbelief.

"How is it possible that someone with such a face doesn't make a living by it?"

"I don't believe it. He must be just a pretty face, but he doesn't have any real skills!"

The design assistant said awkwardly, "It's too early to tell."

Wei Jiaqi sneered, "Humph, this trick may fool you, but it won't fool me. President Su must have let this woman take over this variety show just to curry favor with her. She won't be able to achieve anything big."

"When the costumes for the variety show are criticized, President Su will know that he can't do without me."

The design assistant said awkwardly, "Maybe, but it's not very nice to speculate about others like that."

Wei Jiaqi glared at him and said, "Are you on my side or hers? Are you also bewitched by that woman's face?"