She first swept the rubbish on the table to the floor, sprinkled some water, and then cleaned it up with a broom. Then, she filled a basin with water, wrung out a towel, and wiped the dirt on the floor, table, and wall one by one.

After finishing the hall, I went to the room, took the bedding out to the yard to dry, took off the sheets, quilt covers and pillowcases, threw all the dirty clothes into the basin, sprinkled some soap nuts on them and soaked them in water and scrubbed them.

After all the busy work, Shu Wan was sweating profusely.

But the spring cleaning is not over yet. You also need to wring out the washed sheets and quilt covers and hang them in the yard.

There is a clothesline in the yard, so I can hang my clothes directly. But the problem is that my body is a little weak and I don’t have much strength.

Looking at the heavy, water-soaked cloth in the basin, Shu Wan was wondering whether she should work slowly and didn't notice the door behind her being pushed open.

When she looked, there was a man with a short haircut, cold features and sharp eyes standing in front of her.

He was 1.88 meters tall, with broad shoulders and back, and a straight body. He looked dignified and upright in his military uniform.

The man in front of him is the original owner’s husband, the big boss who supports the heroine in the book, Huo Zhengye.

Huo Zhengye's dark eyes were deep, and the glance he gave over here carried an aura of majesty without even being angry, which was extremely oppressive.

"Talk to me." After saying that, he walked past Shu Wan and walked into the house.

"Wait, can you help me take off my clothes first?" Shu Wan called him.

Shu Wan was afraid that Huo Zhengye would be unhappy, so she added, "The wet fabric is too heavy, I can't twist it. Look at my hands if you don't believe me."

Shu Wan is not a person who tries to show off her strength. She knows how to judge the situation and when she needs help, she will not be embarrassed to ask for it because of face, so when she reaches out, she should do it as naturally as possible.

Huo Zhengye's eyes dropped unconsciously.

One has to admit that Shu Wan has a pair of extremely beautiful hands, with round fingertips and symmetrical and slender finger bones, as if they would break if she applied any force.

Her fingertips were white and trembling slightly, the skin on her fingertips was wrinkled, and her palms were red.

Huo Zhengye looked at the washed clothes in the basin again, frowned unconsciously, and looked suspicious.

The sun is rising from the west, and this lazy woman is actually working?

What kind of trick is this?

In the past, when he suggested talking, Shu Wan always resisted, became hysterical, and yelled, making it impossible to communicate at all. Now, she looked very calm and just asked for help in wringing the clothes.

We're going to talk about it later anyway, so this little time won't matter.

Huo Zhengye rolled up his sleeves and rinsed his hands with a hose before picking up the wet clothes and wringing them out.

Huo Zhengye had big hands and great strength. Heavy bedding and blankets seemed particularly light in his hands, and he could even roll up two or three pieces of thin clothing and then wring them out clean.

Shu Wan was not idle either. She wrung out the clothes and threw them into the basin. She immediately shook them and hung them up to hang. After hanging them up, she even had time to admire them.

The sun was shining brightly, and the half-exposed arm had distinct veins because of the effort, and the wheat-colored skin looked particularly charming under the light.

Huo Zhengye's wringing technique is very skilled and his strength is very great, comparable to the spin-drying function of a washing machine.

Shu Wan felt that this big man was quite homely. He was handsome, could do housework, and was a soldier, so he gave her a great sense of security.

It's just that I'm not destined to be with her.

In order to avoid the miserable fate of the original owner, it is better to divorce him.

Just as I was thinking about it, Huo Zhengye had basically finished twisting all of them, with only a few small pieces left.

But why does this feel so familiar?

This is not hers... Shu Wan's face suddenly flushed, and she quickly said, "I'm sorry for bothering you just now. I'll do the rest."