Nanxi got out of bed while talking on the phone, still feeling dazed.
"Miss Xixi, you always give me this and that, it's not right for me to take your things again."
"Okay, Auntie, I'm going to bed. If you don't want the things, just throw them away!" She pretended to be angry, and the nanny had no choice but to say thank you.
After hanging up the phone, she was about to go back to sleep when she heard Baru's bandit-like voice.
"Wife, get up, I made seafood porridge for you."
"Why haven't you left yet?" She glared at the shameless man unhappily.
"I have three days off and will leave tomorrow night."
Balu rubbed the socks that had been washed into a stick with his big hands, squatted down and put them on her feet.
"There are new socks over there." She was a little disgusted. This man had some special ability. He could wash socks and underwear into a stick, wrinkled and making her not want to wear them again. She didn't dare to say it in Daqili before, but now in China, she was openly picky.
"I can't find it. I washed this last night and it's dry now. Be good and put it on. You'll have your period in a few days, so don't let it get cold."
After putting on her socks, Nanxi watched him, who looked more like the owner of this apartment than herself. He went in and out, washed the dishes in the kitchen, washed the clothes she had taken off yesterday by hand, and even fiddled with inputting his own fingerprint into the smart lock at the door.
Knowing that he wouldn't listen to anything she said, Nanxi simply let him go and went into the bathroom to take a shower.
After taking a shower, Baluda was lying on the sofa, talking on the phone, with a cigarette between his fingers. But what was he using as an ashtray?
"Balu, that's the clay inkstone my grandfather gave me. You...you actually used it as an ashtray?" Nanxi was so angry that she almost exploded on the spot.
Na Tu on the other end of the phone sneered, "You really need a lesson, go get yourself punished, and hang up."
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