When the sky was dark, I had just started to feel sleepy, but I was suddenly woken up by an angry scolding.
I'm sure the incident happened downstairs. As soon as I sat up from the bed, I wanted to get out of the bed, but suddenly my reason overcame my impulse and I still let the bullets fly.
The sound downstairs seemed to be suppressed and was not as intense as expected.
I thought for a moment, threw off my slippers and lay back, pulled up the blanket, and acted as if nothing had happened. I closed my eyes with peace of mind and told myself, sleep!
Because good things usually come later. If I go out now, I will be the one embarrassed.
After taking a nap for a while, I woke up at the normal time. After washing, I leisurely went downstairs.
In the living room, Deng Jiazhe was sitting on the sofa flipping through his cell phone.
In the kitchen, it was Zhao Minglan cooking.
"Where's Sister Zhen?" I asked calmly, "Why are you cooking?"
"My sister is taking care of Sambo upstairs!" She asked me while frantically frying eggs, "Madam, do you want milk or coffee?"
I said calmly, "I'd better do it myself!"
Then I walked into the kitchen and saw a few things on the countertop. I couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. It was such a waste of natural resources.
I pretended not to notice, poured myself a glass of warm water, and walked out of the kitchen.
Deng Jiazhe raised his head and looked at me, unusually gentle, "Why are you up so early?"
"Are you making sarcastic remarks again? You got up early and what time did you come back last night? Why don't I know at all!" I walked over and sat next to him with a questioning look on my face, "Or you didn't come back at all? ?”
"I came back too late last night. You were sleeping very deeply. How could I dare to disturb you!" He lied without blushing and came casually. "I originally wanted to go to Linshi early in the morning, but I pushed back and didn't go."
"How did we talk about what happened yesterday?" I asked him. "Would you like to talk about it all afternoon?"
"No, I'll go back to the company in the afternoon! Things are still uncertain. The competition is so fierce now that they have no bottom line!" He looked helpless, and there was nothing unusual about it.
I was suddenly very curious as to what kind of agreement the three of them had reached before they ceased their activities.
While eating, the food on the table made me doubt my life. I glanced at Zhao Minglan casually, and then deliberately exclaimed, "What did you do to your face?"
Zhao Minglan's fair and anemic little face suddenly showed dark red palm prints, which made me feel painful. It seems that the war is still quite fierce.
She instinctively covered her face and said with a wry smile, "I took shots of the mosquitoes last night."
"You... took it by yourself?" I deliberately showed an expression of disbelief, "Then you are really hateful!"
Then I glanced at Deng Jiazhe, who was eating fried eggs with relish. It seemed that he was really hungry. No wonder, he exercised too much last night and consumed his energy.
Zhao Minglan added as if talking to herself, "My skin turns red whenever I touch it. I love leaving marks so much."
"Then you have to be careful next time and don't use so much force. It looks like you were beaten." I complained directly.
At this moment, Zhao Mingzhen came downstairs with Sanbao in her arms, placed the child above the children's level, then turned to the kitchen and brought him milk and a small piece of cake.
He didn't speak the whole time, and his expression was extremely cold.
When I sat down to feed Sambo, I asked intentionally, "Sister Zhen, did you get up late?"
Zhao Mingzhen was startled, glanced at me, and said with evasive eyes, "Maybe she has a cold and is a bit sleepy!"
I looked at Deng Jiazhe and said, "You can drop off the child for me later! Sister Zhen has a cold, so it's best to take a rest. Minglan, you can go with your husband later and help me drop off the child. It happens to be on your way to work!"
Zhao Minglan immediately nodded happily. But before she could speak, Zhao Mingzhen immediately retorted, "Madam, no, I can give it to you!"
I looked at Zhao Mingzhen, who had a resentful look on his face, "It's not about whether you can do it or not. I'm afraid that you will infect your child with a cold!"
"Sister, I'll deliver it from now on! Just leave it alone. My husband and I will deliver it on the way. What do you think, madam?" Zhao Minglan looked at Zhao Mingzhen with a provocative smile on her face.
