Hello, My Actress Darling

Feign illness

Jiang nianxue's eyes widened. She's a part-time nanny now. Do you want a part-time massage girl?

"What? "No?" Zhao Mo Chen turned to look at her, "to be my nanny, you have to have this skill."

Jiang nianxue squeezed out another fake smile, "how did I not know before?"

"Now the mood has increased. Is there a problem?" Zhao Mo Chen asked innocently.

"No problem." Jiang nianxue squeezed this sentence out of her teeth and stood behind Zhao Mochen.

Although Zhao Mochen's shoulders are wide and straight, which are all clothes shelves, in Jiang nianxue's eyes, they are not much different from a piece of pork to be slaughtered.

She reached out her hands and pressed them down.

Zhao Mo Chen "hissed," did you murder your husband? "

"My husband? Where is my husband? Why didn't I see it? " Jiang nianxue showed a blank expression.

"... murder the master, is that right?" Zhao Mo Chen is rarely speechless.

"You're right." Jiang nianxue said with a smile.

"Massage with normal strength. If it's heavy or light, you'll repeat the work today. You don't need to rest." Zhao Mo Chen Lu

Give me a smile.

"Repeat the day? Can your shoulders bear it? " Jiang nianxue blurts out.

"As long as you're strong enough, my shoulders can stand it." Zhao Mo Chen laughs badly.

"... look what you said, I don't have the strength." Jiang nianxue puts on dogleg's smile and has to give Zhao Mochen a serious massage.

"A little bit on the left, yes, that's the position. Press a few more times, and there's a place near the neck on the right. No, a little more forward."

In Zhao Mochen various tedious requirements, Jiang nianxue finally completed the massage work.

Zhao Mo Chen rubbed his shoulder, showing a satisfied expression, "as expected

Massage the shoulder and neck can improve the mood. "

Jiang nianxue was gasping for breath. He has improved his mood, but she is as tired as a cow! Originally, she thought that Zhao Mochen said yesterday that she would be a nanny just for fun, but today, it seems that the goods really made her a nanny!

Now she is looking forward to his going out, so that she can be lazy and lie down to drink some happy water like coke.

However, the hour hand pointed to nine o'clock, and Zhao Mo Chen remained still.

"Mr. Zhao, don't you have to go to work?" Jiang nianxue asked carefully as she wiped the decorations.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, I've been working at home these days." Zhao Mo Chen said quietly.

What?! Will Zhao Mochen stay at home? Didn't you watch her round the clock? How can she be lazy? Is she going to work all day long?

Thinking of the possibility of suffering, she even slowed down her work.

"Hurry up, you can't wipe all these things now. How do you cook at eleven?" Zhao Mo Chen is sitting on the reclining chair reading a book, one side eye also does not lift ground to direct a way.

"I have to cook?" Jiang nianxue was stunned, "Mr. Zhao, you always cook so delicious, can my cooking still enter your old mouth?"

"I cook according to my mood." Zhao Mo Chen took a look at her, "but I'm not in the mood to cook now, so it's up to you to do it. Do you understand?" " Oh Jiang nianxue knew that the resistance was invalid and continued to fight honestly

Wipe the decorations at home.

Sister, why are there so many decorations in Zhao Mochen's house? And they all look expensive! She used to live here for a long time. Why didn't she find so many valuable things in the family? It's enough for her to live with her mother and daughter for several years.

"Don't calculate these things. How much time do you think you can use to make up for it?" Zhao Mo Chen sees her to those adornment daze, cool a smile.

"Don't worry, Mr. Zhao. Even if I fall down, these decorations won't break a seam." Jiang nianxue rolled her eyes.

"That's the best." Zhao Mochen's eyes moved back to the book.

Looking at Zhao Mochen's leisurely reading in front of the French window, Jiang nianxue just feels uncomfortable. But in front of the evil capitalists, even if it's not good

She can only bear it.

After wiping the decorations, she went into the kitchen again and began to be busy.

As she washed the vegetables, she became more and more angry. She is a star now. Although she doesn't earn much, she can afford her mother's medical expenses and her children's tuition. How can she become a slave here?

No, she can't be so honest.

Thinking like this, Jiang nianxue has a plan in her heart.

All of a sudden, she held her waist and let out a "ouch".

Zhao Mo Chen put down the book, quickly went to the kitchen, saw her this appearance, frowned, "what's the matter?"

"It seems that I twisted my waist when I was wiping things just now. I was in poor health before, but now I feel a little pain in my waist. Ouch, ouch." Jiang nianxue began to cry.

Zhao Mo Chen's eyes had obvious looseness.

"I'll call the doctor." He said, will take out the mobile phone.

"Don't always call a doctor. It's an old problem. Just let me have a rest." Jiang nianxue holds her waist, and her face is wrinkled with pain.

After all, she is an actress who has worked hard. It's not hard for her to do these actions.

Zhao Mo Chen's eyes had real worry. He held out his hand and picked up Jiang nianxue.

"You, what are you doing?" Jiang nianxue is a little flustered.

Zhao Mo Chen took her into the master bedroom, let her lie on the bed, "since the waist is not good, have a good rest in bed."

There was an overwhelming chagrin in his eyes.

Somehow, seeing Zhao Mochen's expression, Jiang nianxue has a sense of guilt. She even thought she was lying too much.

But thinking of the mountain of housework, the desire to survive conquered the moral heart, Jiang nianxue changed her posture and continued to lie on the bed humming, "ah, my old waist... I'm afraid I can't cook now."

"I'll cook." After Zhao Mochen finished, he reached out and stroked her messy forehead, stood up and went directly into the kitchen.

Jiang nianxue quietly gets up and sees Zhao Mochen busy in the kitchen.

This is the normal way to open it

Jiang nianxue only feels very relieved to have the kingsize big bed again. After she had a comfortable sleep in bed, Zhao Mochen brought the prepared food to her bedside, "you can't move now, so eat here." Jiang nianxue held her waist and sat up slowly. In fact, she really wanted to be reserved, but I don't know if the food Zhao Mochen cooked today was particularly attractive. She picked up chopsticks and ate it without image.

Zhao Mo Chen looked at her this energetic appearance, narrowed his eyes.

After waiting patiently for her to finish eating, he picked up the plate and went to the door. Suddenly he said, "Niannian, why are you here?"

"Well? Is Niannian coming? " Hear Zhao Mo Chen say so, Jiang nianxue eyes a bright, a carp beat, turn over from bed, will rush out of the door.