How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1682 Sweet Marriage Chapter 243 Are you sure you want a woman who has had a miscarriage to clean up?

She picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of chicken soup and took a sip. After being depressed for a while, she still didn't give up: "Then the divorce..."

"I said, we'll talk about the divorce after everything is cleared up." The man interrupted her quietly, his tone was cold and she didn't allow her to question it at all.

Hao Xiaoman bit his lip.

Check it out, you know what to say, if he doesn't have time to check it all the time, will they keep dragging it so unclearly?

After dinner, she washed the dishes and chopsticks, wiped her hands and came out of the kitchen. She didn't see anyone else. She searched around and found him in the study. She stood at the door and coughed dryly: "It's getting late, I have to go back to school."

Nan Mubai was sitting behind his desk looking at the documents. When he was working, his breath became habitually alienated and indifferent. Hearing this, he didn't raise his head: "Tomorrow Saturday, what are you going to do when you go back?"

Hao Xiaoman blinked, and instinctively replied, "I have nothing to do when I stay..."

As soon as the words fell, the man raised his eyes and looked over, a playful arc flashed in his eyes: "Is there nothing else to do?"

As soon as Hao Xiaoman heard that his tone was wrong, he was about to change his words when he continued: "Then go and mop the floor, wash the clothes, wipe the furniture, and iron all the clothes in the cloakroom by the way. , I will check after work, if I can’t do it well, I’m not allowed to sleep tonight.”

"..."

She gave him a sullen look: "Didn't you suspect that I had a miscarriage? Are you sure you want a miscarried woman to do these things?"

The man took her words back lightly: "Didn't you say you're not pregnant? Then do these things to prove it to me."

"..."

Prove it!
She glared at him viciously, rolled up her sleeves angrily, turned around and went out.

This bachelor apartment is neither big nor small. Fortunately, everything is clean. She only needs to wipe it for a symbolic amount. There is an automatic vacuum cleaner on the floor, just ironing clothes...

She bit her finger, staring angrily at the white shirt that had a hole in it, subconsciously glanced at the small Nan character embroidered on the sleeve from the corner of her eyes.

She was careless, and a shirt worth six figures was scrapped just like that, committing a crime, committing a crime...

"looking at what?"

A deep male voice suddenly sounded from behind quietly, and Hao Xiaoman, who was racking his brains for a way to 'destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces', was scared and screamed on the spot, turning around suddenly, without standing still. Steady, he staggered back a step, and the next moment, there was a sharp pain in the fingers of his right hand.

She gasped in pain, and retracted like lightning, and saw that two blood-red blisters had been scalded on her middle finger and ring finger!

Nan Mubai's face darkened, he grabbed her wrist with one hand and led her into the bathroom.

As the cold water brushed over his fingers, the sharp pain gradually subsided, and Nan Mubai's face turned ugly, as if he was the one who was injured.

Hao Xiaoman blinked and coughed dryly: "I haven't ironed clothes before, so I accidentally burned your shirt, I'm sorry..."

The man glanced at her coldly: "Do you think it's time to discuss whether the shirt is broken or not?"

She froze for two seconds before reacting with an 'ah', and pointed to her finger: "What are you talking about? It's okay, it's just two bubbles, just apply some medicine and it will be fine soon! It's not a finger It's a broken head, it's all right."

(End of this chapter)