I am a hard-working madam, not a nanny.
In the deep sea of time, my complaints are slow, but the road to complaints is long.
Don't talk to me, I'm afraid I won't be able to suppress the bitter feelings that have been accumulated in my heart for a long time. It's about to burst out.
This is a story about a madam complaining about herself. Although it is embellished with love, the highlight is the inner drama! !
The madam wants to complain, but she can't hold it any longer!
Try to write a thousand words a day, make a fist!