To be honest, he himself was more or less responsible for the first two incidents. One was about chasing a thief and putting himself through the wringer, and the other was about taking a bath and putting himself through the wringer.
This time, he should be taught a lesson by staying at home and eating, and stay there obediently for a day, letting Fang Hua take good care of him.
After all, the rain outside hadn't stopped, and it looked even heavier than yesterday, so there was no way to go out. I had no desire to try out the mecha.
But the more this happened, the more he wanted to try it; it was truly torturous.
It's already working hours, but the boss seems to know he's leaving, so he's hired a new apprentice who seems to be learning very well.
Just like when he first came, he had some basic skills. In order to hone his skills, the boss simply let him work on his own while he watched from the sidelines. So, it didn't really matter whether Fang Rong came or not now.
The boss has been more than kind to him, and he feels bad about staying here any longer. However, he may have to stay for another month, but he won't be able to work anymore. He has already thought it through. If no one trains him, he will train on his own. Real combat is the best training.
He took out a thousand yuan from the drawer and said, “Go give this to the boss and tell him that I may not be able to work here anymore, but I still need to live in the house for a while, so just consider it rent to us.”
The house here is small, but the location is quite lively, so it's not cheap. I also wanted to avoid the hassle, otherwise I would have moved out.
To be honest, I'm a little reluctant to part with the boss and his wife. They were a really nice couple and took great care of them.
"Oh." Fang Hua took the money and ran downstairs happily, then ran back up a while later. "The door downstairs is closed."
"Really?" Fang Rong took the money.
It's been raining these past few days, and the bad weather has affected business. Everyone's just ordering takeout from cheaper restaurants. Although this place is a restaurant, the minimum order is 50 yuan, which is quite expensive for some people. The owners are also people who hate trouble, so they simply haven't opened.
"Then let's give it to him tomorrow." It's damp outside, and we can't go out. The only entertainment is the TV, but unfortunately, we bumped into something and the TV screen went black with a bang.
"I hope it's not burnt out?"
"I don't know." Fang Hua was even less adept at this.
"Quickly unplug it." Fang Rong had forgotten that she had superpowers again.
However, as long as he wasn't laughing, Fang Hua was very obedient. He obediently went over and unplugged the power cord, along with the humidifier and some other appliances, for fear of burning them out.
I'm not worried about the downstairs area. There's a main switch downstairs that I turn off every time I get off work to prevent fires or the like. However, it doesn't cover appliances like refrigerators, as their outlets are connected to separate wires.
"Unplug the power cord downstairs too." He had gotten used to ordering Fang Hua around without even realizing it.
Fang Hua was completely obedient to the key.
"Okay." He didn't mind being tired, and after running up and down, he stayed close to Fang Rong.
"No TV, so boring." Fang Rong rolled over, facing inwards.
Fang Hua also turned over to face him, "Then you can treat me like a TV, I can change the channel."
"What can you trade for?" Fang Rong rolled her eyes. "The village chief and Pleasant Goat?"
Fang Hua pouted, "I can also dance the peacock dance."
"Why don't you give it a try?" It's been a long time since I've seen him dance; I remember how amazing he used to be.
Fang Hua is cute, beautiful, and delicate when she is quiet and doesn't talk, like a crystal doll, sculpted little by little. But when she starts talking, she becomes mentally challenged.
He'd be better off quietly being an exhibit in a museum.
"Okay." Fang Hua got up and went to the wardrobe to get clothes. She thought it would look better to wear a skirt for the peacock dance.
The first dress Fang Rong bought for him was already yellowed, but she couldn't bear to throw it away. The key issue was that the dress had faded and the waist area was slightly reddish.
"You've ruined this skirt." There's even a tear in the hem. "Are you eating your clothes?"
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like this after only a year, but at that time this guy was being hunted down, hiding everywhere, and had to fight with people when necessary, so dressing like this seems reasonable.
Fang Hua slowly took off her clothes and put on the shirt dress one by one.
He was thin; he could still wear shirts, but skirts were a bit too small. It was because he had bought them too small back then. Although he was still just as thin this year, he had grown taller and more mature, which caused the skirts to get stuck at his waist and he couldn't get them up.
Being a man, his frame is larger than a woman's; that's the point of saying even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
He was still determined to pull himself up, no matter what.
"Stop pulling, you've broken the zipper."
Fang Hua was clever; he pulled his skirt up. He had wide hips but a small waist, so the skirt would fit snugly around his waist.
However, this immediately exposed her ankles.
"What do you look like? Take it off quickly, and I'll buy you another one." Fang Rong, always eager for a good show, kept nagging while cracking sunflower seeds.
The sunflower seeds were bought a few days ago. They were a bit damp and hard to crack open. Occasionally, some of them were rotten or spoiled.
Fang Hua took off his shoes and put on a pair of white sandals with heels, which made him look taller. His ankles were slender and his feet were delicate, and the shoes made him look even more beautiful.
Fang Hua, her red dress billowing out, struck a pose reminiscent of a peacock dance.
Despite not having jumped for so long, he seemed completely at ease and quickly found his rhythm, his movements becoming increasingly graceful.
Just like a real peacock, no, actually real peacocks aren't that beautiful.
He is much prettier than a peacock.
Fang Rong was stunned and couldn't help but sit up straight.
Bang!
The teacup on the table was swept away by Fang Rong's skirt and smashed to the ground with a crash, shattering into pieces.
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