"Let's not stay at home today and go out to play, okay? Huh?"
"Your job is to look after the house and do your job."
God knows, we should have this conversation thousands of times a day. As a glamorous writer, the hundreds of sisters behind me must not know that their author is abused every day and cannot go out every day. What a miserable life.
"Stop being narcissistic. You are just a writer of pornographic jokes. Don't flatter yourself about how awesome you are."
. . . . . .
I suspect the person next to me has clairvoyance. . . . . .
No matter what I think, he will see through it. . . . . .
Okay, let's just watch the house and cry.
Don't get me wrong, he is not my husband, he is my employer, my employer! ! My mother felt sorry for her godson Jian Weihan, the indifferent man next to me. So she ordered me, the unemployed and famous daughter she thought was the most idle in the world, to be the nanny for his godson? ? I am a budding writer.
Well, in the end I couldn't stand my mother's verbal attacks, so I humiliated and endured the humiliation and came to work as a janitor. Because firstly, I can't cook, and secondly, I don't know how to clean the house. Brother Jian Weihan gave me this title with an indifferent look.
From then on, we started a single cycle of begging to be played - being rejected - asking to be played again - being rejected again.