Grumpy boss, he's come to behave again

Chapter 226: Have your parents made breakfast for you?

"I, I just don't know."

She sat weakly on the bed and carefully locked the door. A weekly battle of the century was going on in the living room outside. Within a few seconds, the sound of a chair being knocked down was heard again.

Dusha covered her head irritably and hid under the quilt.

The direction is calmer after all.

"I don't know the man you're talking about, so did he take your things away?"

"Well, he took it away."

"Forget it, let's wait and see what happens. Anyway, what we are doing is spreading out. We can also borrow his hand. Even if not... you should have a backup."

Her voice gradually became colder, and her usual gentle voice could not be heard at all.

Dusha took it for granted and agreed.

I hung up the phone irritably, and there was a louder sound of breaking things coming from the living room.

If nothing unexpected happens, it’s probably the plates on the table that haven’t been collected yet.

Anyway, no one will take the initiative to collect those plates. If they are broken, they will be broken.

It's better to throw more, then there will be nothing left and nothing to throw.

After more than ten minutes, the living room finally quieted down, and the sound of slamming the door sounded, which meant that it was over for the time being.

The moment Dusha turned off the light in the room, there was a knock on the door.

Dusha didn't say anything. Regardless of whether she answered or not, she would be pushed away casually.

Sure enough, the woman who came in had messy hair, but there was no sad expression on her face, and she even looked a little twisted and proud after winning a fight.

She rummaged around in the room before speaking, and glanced at Dusha who was sitting on the bed looking at her crazily.

"Little bastard, here's the bottle of perfume I put here last time."

After two years, the frequency of this title appearing recently is very high.

Dusha didn't understand how she could always call her a "little brat" as if nothing had happened even though they were both women.

"Didn't you take it away a long time ago?"

The woman was stunned for a moment and made a stiff and confused expression.

"When did I take it?"

Her expression suddenly changed, she grabbed Dusha's pajamas and screamed angrily: "You must have stolen it! Give it back to me! This was a gift from him! How dare you take it!"

Dusha pushed her hand away coldly and irritably.

The woman was not thin, and she was pushed backwards.

"You fell down on your own the day before yesterday if you had the guts. Why are you here looking for it now?"

The woman fell to the ground, her expression gradually changing from frightened and angry to confused.

"Did I fall by myself?"

Dusha didn't speak any more, she chuckled and pointed to the door.

"Let's go. Things in the living room shouldn't have been thrown yet. Let's continue."

Pushing the woman out, Dusha threw the key at the door into the trash can and locked the door twice again.

He hid under the quilt and blocked out all sounds.

Early the next morning, Dusha used concealer to cover her dark circles. After putting on light makeup as usual, she walked out of the house without eating anything and walked through the mess in the living room.

The door next door rang too.

Zhang Yuege glanced at her, rolled his eyes speechlessly, turned around and left.

I finally made it home and was not happy in the morning.

The two of them have always been at odds with each other, usually rolling their eyes at each other and going their separate ways.

But this time, Zhang Yuege was stopped.

"what."

Is it possible that we are looking for trouble so early in the morning?
Dusha pulled her lips and asked something incomprehensible.

"Did your parents cook for you this morning?"

Zhang Yuege gave her a strange look.

"I did it."

　Dusha's behavior is not recommended, it is required by the plot. This book does not spread any extreme negative energy and should be viewed rationally.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)