At night, when it was raining heavily, Xu Qing spent 60,000 yuan to pick up a man from the trash can.
Later I found out that the money was well spent, after all, it came with interest. Song Zhishu was proficient in laundry, cooking, housework, and all kinds of martial arts. He was a must-have for home. Not only that, his appearance and figure were also one-of-a-kind.
One day in the back street, Xu Qing found that Song Zhishu was slowly arranging his clothes. There were a group of people lying scattered at his feet, howling like ghosts and wolves. He squatted down and grabbed the leader's collar, and patted his face. "If you dare to use dirty tricks on Xu Qing in the future, the consequences will be more than this." That cruel look was the first time Xu Qing had seen him. After all, he usually had no expression on his face.
This could not go on like this, Xu Qing felt that he should be educated in love.
Intention: Growing up is as painful as peeling off muscles and cramping bones