"Okay, okay, grandma is hanging up now. Good night."
Wen Xin didn't hang up and let Old Lady Jun hang up. She felt a little uneasy after hanging up.
She was scared at the thought of meeting her in-laws and didn't know what to prepare.
I was lying in bed and searched on Baidu what to wear when meeting my in-laws for the first time. Before I knew it, I closed my eyes, tilted my phone, and fell into a deep sleep.
…
She slept restlessly the whole night, feeling confused and having nightmares from time to time, all of which were filled with the sound of children crying.
Hearing the calls of "Sister, Sister" made her feel sad.
Her younger brother went missing three years ago and there has been no news of him since then. This has become her worst nightmare.
If he were still alive, he would be almost six years old.
"Oh!" She sighed and looked at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling. Her whole body felt weak and sweat broke out on her head.
After changing her clothes, she took the dirty clothes in the basket out to the balcony and threw them into the washing machine. Looking at the few clothes, she wanted to wait for Jun Mohan to come out and ask him.
If he takes a shower too, then they can take a shower together.
The balcony is open-air. She didn't buy many flowers and only put a few pots there, so it looks very empty. The clothes drying rack was decorated before and can be extended freely. If not needed, it can be retracted manually, which does not affect the appearance.
Going into the kitchen, she fried eggs and sliced ​​bread, made two sandwiches, and heated up milk.
Before the food was served, she felt someone staring at her. She turned around suddenly and met his dark and deep eyes.
Wen Xin's heart skipped a beat, fearing that he might have some bad idea again.
"Morning!" he said indifferently.
With a warm smile, "Morning, come over for breakfast."
"Um!"
Jun Mohan came over, helped her carry the breakfast, and put it on the table.
Wen Xin was a fast eater and finished her meal in just a few bites. Then she picked up the milk and drank it in one gulp, which made Jun Mohan smack his lips in amazement.
Wen Xin walked to the balcony, turned on the washing machine, and stuck her head in.
"Uncle, do you want to do some laundry?"
"I don't have enough clothes, so I put them in one pot and wash them together."
When Jun Mohan heard this, his face darkened and he refused coldly: "No."
"Even if you have them, don't wash them together. Wash them separately. Remember not to wash underwear and socks together. And remember to clean up and disinfect after washing."
"When it's time to dry clothes, each person has a pole. Take your underwear back to the room to dry. The same goes for me."
"Oh! Got it," Wen Xin replied calmly, muttering softly, "There are so many things to do. I can't even wash clothes in peace. I'm not a virus."
It's not that she's being pretentious. She's just used to being vulgar and can't handle this kind of mysophobia man. If she hadn't been married, she would really like to live alone.
No one cares, I'm free.
She turned on the faucet, switched on the washing machine, poured in detergent and let it run. She glanced at the time and it was getting late as she still had to go to work.
After putting on her shoes, she said to the man who was still eating breakfast: "Uncle, I'm going to work. Bye."
The door was closed, and Jun Mohan got up to pack his things.
Wen Xin rides a shared bike to work.
After lunch, when Wen Xin was about to go to the bathroom to get water to mop the corridor, she heard someone retching, so she walked over curiously.
"vomit!"
The voice was very familiar, just like Xiao Han. She called out tentatively, "Xiao Han, is that you?"
Xiao Han walked out of the bathroom with messy hair and pale face. He came to the mirror and leaned his hands on the sink.
"Warm, it's me."
"What's wrong with you? You've been retching since this morning?"
Xiao Han didn't understand either, so she said casually: "It should be because I was caught in the wind while eating breakfast in the morning. It should be better in the evening."
Wen Xin frowned, "Are you pregnant?"
"Ah! Impossible!"
"How about you go and have a look tomorrow?"
After hearing Wen Xin's words, Xiao Han was nervous and expectant. If she was pregnant, it would be a good excuse to resign, and she could also stay at home with him openly.
Xiao Han nodded, "Okay, I'll go check it out tomorrow."
After finally getting off work, Wen Xin returned home on her bike at half past nine.
The room was brightly lit, and a figure was moving back and forth on the balcony. I wonder what Jun Mohan was doing?
Wen Xin changed into slippers and walked over. Then she saw him helping her dry her clothes. Remembering that her underwear was among them, she hurried over.
"Wait, wait a minute, I can do it myself."
She snatched the shirt from his hand, smiled awkwardly, and her eyes fell on the bar behind her. Fortunately, there was no underwear. He had warned her in the morning that underwear was not allowed to be put in the washing machine. If he saw it, she didn't know if she would die miserably.
Jun Mohan looked at her hands with disdain and asked, "Have you washed your hands?"
"No, I'll go right away."
I quickly went to wash my hands while holding my clothes.
Jun Mohan took a look, then bent over to take the other clothes from the washing machine. It would have been fine if he hadn't taken them, but as soon as he took them, his face instantly turned dark.
Two pairs of underwear and three pieces of bras, two of which were badly worn, with the underwires deformed, one black pair had turned white, and the other had a hole in it.
What made him even more unbearable was that there were several pairs of smelly socks, and three pairs had holes in the thumbs.
He didn't expect that this woman was so poor. Even if her mother had leukemia and spent money every day, she, a white-collar worker with a salary of five or six thousand, shouldn't be unable to afford socks and underwear!
Especially since he had already reminded her not to put underwear and socks in the washing machine, but she remained indifferent. Jun Mohan could even see thousands of bacteria wriggling in the washing machine.
Wen Xin came from the kitchen after washing her hands, holding the washed shirt. Just as she was about to speak, she saw the torn shirt hooked by his index finger and the torn socks. She was instantly embarrassed and wanted to turn around and run away.
Jun Mo looked at her coldly, breathing out of his nose, causing his beard to sway gracefully. His deep eyes reminded her of the angry Bull Demon King in the TV series Journey to the West. Wen Xin knew that this man was angry.
She hurried over, snatched the socks from his hand, and said in a panic: "You'd better go out! I'll dry them."
At this moment, she didn't even dare to look at him. She lowered her head very low, and anxiously bent over to pick up all the underwear and socks in the washing machine, wanting to run back to the room to dry them.
Jun Mohan looked at her with his dark eyes, and his imposing look made Wen Xin feel cold on her back. Just when she was about to go to the room to dry clothes, the man behind her spoke.
"stop."
Wen Xin's body, which was being carried on his back, stiffened. He squinted his eyes, took a deep breath, and turned back with a righteous look, waiting for his bombardment.
This time she was indeed wrong.
"Uncle, I'm sorry. I was busy at work this morning and I didn't take out my underwear and socks. I was wrong. I'll disinfect them later."
I thought he would be furious, and Wen Xin was ready. At most, she would be scolded, but she wouldn't lose a piece of meat. Unexpectedly...
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