Hey, you picked up the wrong wife. [Quickly wear]

Chapter 33

After Nanhe finished eating and washed the dishes, he went downstairs to collect his clothes, wash up and get ready for bed.

Qin Sen was beaten so hard by this bastard son that his whole body hurt. It seemed that he actually planned to leave him alone and tie himself to the legs of the coffee table to fend for himself.

"Hey!" Qin Sen shouted, "Qin Nanhe! You don't care about me anymore?! Untie me!"

Nanhe took the clothes into the bathroom without looking back: "Aren't you very powerful? Untie it yourself."

"You! Little beast!" Qin Sen twisted his body hard. Not only was he unable to break away, but his mouth couldn't reach the rope. He was so angry that he yelled, "Qin Nanhe! Get out of here! Take your mother's bath and you do it against your will." you......"

The bathroom door suddenly opened.

Qin Sen shut up angrily.

Nan He walked over expressionlessly.

Qin Sen's heart tightened and then he breathed a sigh of relief. This little beast was not hopeless. He really wanted to...

Nanhe took off one of his socks, grabbed Qin Sen's face and stuffed it into his mouth.

"It's so noisy."

Qin Sen's eyes widened: "Uh-huh! Uh-huh!"

It's hopeless, totally hopeless, this son of hell! Did he lose his mind this morning? !

Nanhe came out of the shower and wiped his hair, walked straight past Qin Sen, opened all the windows in the living room and the balcony door, and then went back to the room to sleep.

Nanhe felt a little warm while sleeping on the bed, but the small living room became cooler as the night got darker. Accompanied by the buzzing of mosquitoes flying in through the doors and windows, Qin Sen shivered from the cold and was bitten by mosquitoes. Distraught, she hugged herself tightly beside the small coffee table.

In my heart, I scolded my bastard son and his watery mother who ran away with others ten thousand times, but my mouth was blocked and I couldn't make a sound.

Early the next morning, Nanhe took off the sheets in the room, washed them, and dried them in the yard after washing. Looking through the low wall, the dirty bag next door was drying clothes, etc... Nanhe squinted to see the familiar blue short sleeves on the hand of the dirty bag. These were not the shorts he threw away yesterday. Sleeves?

Maybe it was because in the morning, before Dirty Bag had time to go out to dig through the trash, his fair and tender face was clean and shiny in the sun, like a snowy girl.

His watery eyes were looking at the short sleeves in his hands with joy, and he reached out to smooth out the wrinkles on the clothes while drying them.

Do you like it that much? Nanhe thought it was cute and interesting, but felt a little bit distressed in his heart. He was wearing clothes with missing sleeves, being scolded at home, maybe because he didn't have enough to eat, and he went to the garbage dump to eat...what? Is there such a little pity?

After Xue Mei Niang finished drying her clothes, she picked up the broom and swept the floor. Holding the handle of the broom with both hands, she carefully swept away the gravel in the yard.

Nanhe thought he was so hardworking.

For the bread he bought yesterday, Nanhe put some water in the rice cooker and steamed it directly on the steamer. Now that it was steamed, Nanhe took two pieces of butter bread with jam and took it to the yard leisurely, leaning against the low wall to eat the bread.