One Child Two Treasures: The Billionaire Chief’s Good Wife

Chapter 854 God Lets You Meet Me

Yun Shishi’s eyes widened with some surprise. How did this man suddenly become interested in her hand?

Saying that she is still washing the dishes, the hands are detergent and oily, he does not feel dirty?

Besides, her hand is not good-looking. What is he staring at?

In fact, she did not do much housework from an early age.

After the cloud family was defeated, she began to learn to do housework. When she was in college, she worked hard to drop out of school and work.

She remembers that when she was in college, the class was popular with nail art. Almost every girl in the class would be happy to make a fingernail when she arrived at the holiday, but she would not do it. She would work, if she did a nail, she would work. inconvenient.

At that time, she did the most to brush the bowl, brushing thousands of dishes a day, backache and backache, and her hands were soaked in oil and water all the year round, so it was rough.

So that she once felt ashamed. It was so ugly to give her a good hand.

The more he stared at it, the more she was embarrassed, the shrinking her hand, but he was tightly held by him. Yun Shi’s poems were a bit resentful. "Why are you staring at my hand all the time?" look?"

Mu Yazhe suddenly smiled softly and shouted: "You are really ugly to the extreme."

Yun Shi's poetry face was black, and he gnashed his teeth. "Mu Yazhe... You!! Is my hand so ugly as you said?"

He smiled: "But, look again, it is pretty good."

Yun Shi’s poems are stunned, and I mistakenly think that my ears are hallucinating. “Ha?”

After a while, she said that her hand was ugly, and later said that it was pretty good, this man... how so contradictory.

“Why are there so many old ladies?” he asked quietly.

Yun Shishi reluctantly retracted, and violently patted his hand. He buried his head and washed the bowl. He slammed the ground and said: "It used to be used to brush the bowl, maybe it was often soaked in oil. Why? Well... work hard to drop out of school, when life is forced, I have done heavy work."

"Heavy?"

"Moving company."

"Do you still do this?"

"No way, the salary is high, so..." Yun Shishi did not say it.

In the kitchen, it was quiet for a while.

Mu Yazhe didn't talk, but she said faintly: "When you are so young, you are born with a golden spoon. You can eat and worry. How can the aristocratic son of a wealthy family understand the life of our poor civilians? Shanzhen Haiwei, how can you understand that there will be people in the world who will spare no effort to move bricks for a full meal?"

She suddenly raised her eyebrows. "I have a classmate who wants to work and study, and has several jobs. You, of course, don't have to worry about it. So Mu Yazhe, is there a world of difference in the world we lived from?"

There was no movement in the back.

His breathing is still soft and warm.

In the kitchen, the sound of water is left.

For a long time, he didn't talk anymore. He had misunderstood Yunshi poetry for a long time. Did he say anything that provoked him to be angry, and suddenly he heard him say: "So, God made you meet me."

A poem of Yun poetry.

"God distressed you, I feel that you should be happy, so let you meet me." Mu Yazhe smiled. "And God is a little jealous of me, I feel that my days are too extravagant, so let me meet you. ”

The poems of Yun Shi lived and opened their lips, but they could not make any sound after all.

(End of this chapter)