Young Master Hei, your wife is playing dumb again

Chapter 222 Are you the devil named Xiu'er?
"Cooperation?"

Hei Lingxiu glanced sideways at her, and saw someone with big eyes showing a sly look, and raised his sword eyebrows slightly.

"Yes, cooperate." Jing Yuhan looked back at Hei Lingxiu, his big eyes full of expectation: "Anyway, both of us are besieged on all sides. Instead of walking on thin ice, why don't we unite and work together to make a living?"

As long as Hei Lingxiu helps her hide things that are not stupid, and buys her some time to find Shen An to deal with Jing Ming, Jing Han Media will soon return to her hands.

Similarly, she can also use this mentally handicapped status to help Hei Lingxiu deal with Hei Xiaohao...

The more she thought about it, the more Jing Yuhan felt that her proposal was good, and that Hei Lingxiu would agree to cooperate.

If Papa Hei was moved by her wit and bravery, and volunteered to help her find Shen An, or simply give her money to file a lawsuit, then it would only be a matter of time before Jing Han Media was brought back.

Looking forward to the future, Jing Yuhan couldn't help admiring in his heart: Tsk tsk tsk, Jing Yuhan, you are such a clever little ghost!
But at this moment, Hei Lingxiu's cold and stern voice came suddenly, making the beautiful fantasy in Jing Yuhan's mind vanish in an instant.

"Your proposal is good, but I'm not interested."

As soon as the voice fell, the car just stopped.Hei Lingxiu quickly unfastened his seat belt and got out of the car.

Jing Yuhan only realized later that he had already returned to Tianqin Port, so he hurriedly unfastened his seat belt, caught up with the two big radish bags and asked, "You also think the proposal is good, why don't you cooperate with me? "

"I just don't want to cooperate with you, there's no reason."

Hei Lingxiu didn't even look back at the guy who was chasing him with two bags of radishes, he was out of breath. After entering the house, he started pulling his tie and walked to the second floor.

"I have a lot of ideas, good acting skills, and strong adaptability. Why don't you cooperate with me?"

Jing Yuhan feels that she is now like a pyramid scheme, putting all her life into Amway.

But Hei Lingxiu seemed to have a signal shielding function, so he turned a blind eye to her Amway, and only ordered concisely: "Go shine shoes."

"What?" A certain person suddenly stayed where he was, with a puzzled look on his face.

With her appearance, Hei Lingxiu knew at a glance that she had forgotten what she said in the private room just now, so he could only remind: "What you said just now."

"That..." She just said it casually, can she count it?

I don't know if Hei Lingxiu saw her thoughts, and went back to her directly, staring at her coldly: "There are a total of 23 pairs of shoes in the shoe cabinet, don't want to sleep if you don't wipe them clean."

Jing Yuhan: "..."

At that time, she only promised to wipe off the footprints on his shoes for him, but Hei Lingxiu was so whimsical that she asked her to remove the 23 pairs of shoes in the shoe cabinet. wipe it up?

Hei Lingxiu, you are the devil named Xiu'er, right?
"Don't want to wipe it?" Probably because Jing Yuhan's expression of resistance was too obvious, Hei Lingxiu soon noticed something.

Jing Yuhan didn't make a sound, but still nodded clearly.

Why would she have to cry and shine shoes when everyone else started to take a beauty sleep?
"If you don't want to wipe it, then do something more meaningful."

Speaking of this, Hei Lingxiu even raised Jing Yuhan's chin with his index finger.

The moment he was forced to meet Hei Lingxiu's eyes, Jing Yuhan discovered the strange scorching heat hidden in those falcons.

That look made Jing Yuhan recall for no reason that day when his lips kissed her all over her body...

Goosebumps arose everywhere at this moment, and the scalp also began to tingle.

"I wipe it, I just wipe it!"

The creepy feeling made Jing Yuhan only choose to succumb to someone's coercion.

"I should have said so earlier."

After getting her compromise, the man finally let go of his hand pinching her slender chin, turned around and continued walking towards the stairs.

Jing Yuhan: "..."

Crooked, is it a demon spirit?

Hei Shiren bullies Jing Bailao, do you care?

But so what if there are more grievances in my heart?Still, Jing Yuhan could only go back to the entrance in silence, open the shoe cabinet and take out the 23 pairs of Hei Lingxiu's shoes, and wipe them one by one...

Of course, during the process of wiping, Jing Yuhan couldn't help muttering: "A man, why do you need so many shoes?"

"Every pair looks about the same. Is it necessary to waste money buying so many?"

"When the baby saves enough money and finds Uncle Shen, I won't be here to suffer from your anger..."

Someone downstairs who was busy shining shoes muttered and cursed constantly, so he didn't notice that Hei Lingxiu, who turned to leave, actually stopped at the stairs on the second floor, watching her.

In fact, the cooperation proposed by the silly roe deer sounds pretty good.

But the kindness and resentment between her and Jing Ming, compared with Hei Xiaohao's methods at the end of the road, is no different from a petty fight.

Hei Xiaohao missed a hit last time, and he will make a comeback soon.

And this time, his methods will definitely get worse.

Hei Lingxiu didn't want to involve her in the bloody storm of the Hei family, that would greatly increase her risk factor...

On the morning of Chinese New Year's Eve, Jing Yuhan woke up to a loud knock on the door.

"What are you doing in the morning?"

Awakened by the noise, Jing Yuhan put his head on the chicken coop, got up with all his clothes, and opened the door angrily.

I saw Papa Hei standing at the door with no expression on his face: "Go downstairs and make breakfast!"

"Don't you know how to do it yourself?" Jing Yuhan scratched the chicken nest with a rather displeased expression.

She remembered that Mrs. Liu sometimes got up late, and Hei Lingxiu would make fried eggs and ham by herself.

But when it was her turn to be the nanny, why did Hei Lingxiu insist on making her breakfast?
Does she look so much like a cook?

"Are you sure you want me to cook my own breakfast?" Hei Lingxiu's tone was not slow, with the usual nobility.

Before Jing Yuhan could answer, he suddenly reached into his trouser pocket and took out his phone...

From this posture, Jing Yuhan could tell at a glance that he was planning to fire Sister-in-law Liu in order to threaten her.

You ask Jing Yuhan why he saw through Hei Lingxiu's mind at a glance?
Isn't that because this is what Hei Lingxiu does most often these days?

"Okay, just do it. You wait..." With a gloomy expression on his face, Jing Yuhan compromised again and started to work in the kitchen.

"Cut the radishes into pieces and put them in the pot." When she was busy dealing with the pots and pans, Hei Lingxiu was on the side directing, because someone's cooking skills were really limited.

During the two days when Jing Yuhan took the place of Mrs. Liu as the babysitter, Hei Lingxiu ate a lot of burnt radishes and fried eggs...

"We don't buy some New Year's goods?" Jing Yuhan turned around and asked Hei Lingxiu while he was chopping at the radish with a kitchen knife.

At that scene, Hei Lingxiu was shocked: "Look at your knife!"

"Oh." Jing Yuhan then turned his eyes back to the kitchen knife, and had another ping-pong-pong-pong meal.

The cut radishes are of different sizes, which is horrible!But after all, it was cut into pieces, which was much better than when she put a whole radish directly into the pot and cooked it.

"What new year's goods to buy?" Hei Lingxiu continued the topic just now after the radish was put into the pot.

"Snacks, drinks, new clothes, red stickers, etc..."

In the past, even in Italy for the Spring Festival, Jing Yuhan would go to the Chinese supermarket and buy a bunch of festive blessing stickers to decorate the whole dormitory with joy.

But celebrating the Spring Festival in Tianqin Port, seeing that it was already thirty, Hei Lingxiu hadn't prepared anything yet, and there was no festive atmosphere at all, which made Jing Yuhan a little uncomfortable.

(End of this chapter)