Xuanwu glanced at Fu Ling, "I will wash the windbreaker for you. I don't like that skirt, so throw it away."
Fu Ling knew that he couldn't play hard with Xuanwu, only soft ones. She walked up to Xuanwu and said in a discussing tone: "The dress style is okay, I washed them all together."
Xuanwu picked up the book and continued to look at it, no longer paying attention to the runes.
Fu Ling bit his lip, "Look, even though the skirt was bought by Liu Chuan, it is a skirt. Whether you or Liu Chuan paid, it is a skirt. You can't just because you hate Liu Chuan. Even the skirts he bought are disgusting. We must treat every piece of clothing fairly and fairly."
Xuanwu looked up at Fu Ling, "Didn't you just say that you have money, would you buy it again?"
Fu Ling smirked twice, "I was not angry for a while, I just said casually, how can we spend the money in exchange for our lives."
Fu Ling said here, thinking of Bei Jianjun, and asked: "Did Bei Jianjun send you money on the card?"
"No." Xuanwu replied.
Fu Ling blinked, "Isn't Bei Jianjun not wanting to give money?"
"If you give it, just accept it. If you don't give it, then forget it. You can't ask for this money as an account."
Fu Ling complained: "I'm hurt, he can't pay me medical expenses."
Xuanwu frowned, "Fu Ling, we did not go to the villa to make money, but to remove the evil charm on the villa and prevent the evil charm from harming people."
Fu Ling retorted: "Brother, I am not as noble as you. I have tried my best to make money. If I don't have money, I have to be vegetarian for three meals a day."
Fu Ling thought about it for a while, "I'm fighting for my lobster. I received Bei Jianjun's money. I am delicious lobster."
Xuanwu knew that it was useless to preach morality to Fu Ling, and there was no roast duck.
Fu Ling took the book in Xuanwu's hand, threw it on the corner table, and said, "It's so late, don't read the book, your eyes are tired. You need to move your body, let's go and wash the clothes. washed."
Fu Ling said, pulling up Xuanwu and pushing Xuanwu out of the room.
Xuanwu was helpless, "I will tell you how to wash it. You can wash it yourself."
Fu Ling blinked, "Didn't you just say, did you help me wash it?"
"I only promised to wash the trench coat."
Fu Ling sighed, "You said you, why are you so angry? I can't bear such a big loss today, and your mentality can't be calmer."
Fu Ling mumbled and picked up the clothes on the floor, then pulled Xuanwu into the bathroom.
Fu Ling saw the washing machine and said, "Let's take it to the laundry."
"Wash it yourself." Xuanwu's tone was firm.
Fu Ling knew that the laundry was done by putting several pieces of clothes together, which was a taboo of Xuanwu.
Xuanwu said, "Pick out the oil splashed area and put on dish soap."
"Okay." Fu Ling promised to run to the kitchen to fetch the detergent, and Fu Ling wiped it away. In the end, he was not sure which piece was oily.
Xuanwu said again: "Put some salt in the basin and dissolve it with warm water."
"Hey!" Fu Ling promised to ran to the kitchen again to fetch salt. After returning, he poured the salt into the basin, turned on the faucet, adjusted the water temperature and started receiving water.
Xuanwu said: "Let's start washing, first wash the place where the detergent has been wiped."
Fu Ling looked at the windbreaker over and over, and didn't know where the detergent was.
Xuanwu sighed, wanted to come by herself, but thought, this girl knows nothing, it will be troublesome in the future, she will need to wash herself sooner or later, or she should teach her first to avoid getting angry later.
Fu Ling tossed for a long time, and found that Xuanwu didn't intend to help her, bit her lip, and said to her heart: "Wash it by yourself, just like who can't."
Fu Ling didn't pick where there was oil or where there was no oil, so he rubbed the whole clothes.
After washing the clothes, Fu Ling felt that his forearm was a little sore, and said to Xuanwu, "I'm tired. You can rub it for me."
Xuanwu glanced at Fu Ling, "Just wash two clothes and you will be tired?"
"Well, my arm is sore."
Xuanwu was really speechless. How could he have cultivated a girl, he couldn't pick his shoulders, couldn't lift his hands, couldn't recognize sesame seeds, and couldn't distinguish the waste material of green beans.
Fu Ling looked at Xuanwu's expression a little weird, and said, "Just forget it if you don't want to rub it."
Fu Ling turned back to his room, Xuanwu suddenly shouted: "Fu Ling, you haven't washed your face and brushed your teeth."
Fu Ling walked out of the room with his head down again, without looking at Xuanwu, he picked up his toothbrush and began to wipe his teeth.
Xuanwu said, "Don't forget to wash your neck."
After Xuanwu finished speaking, he returned to his room and sat in the lounge chair, and began to feel depressed about his failed education method.
Not long after, Fu Ling appeared in front of Xuanwu's door again, and said to Xuanwu: "Do you have plasters?"
Xuanwu was puzzled, "What are you going to do?"
Fu Ling said blankly, "My arm hurts."
Xuanwu frowned, "Come in, let me see."
Fu Ling walked into the room, sat down on the other side of Xuanwu, and raised both arms in front of Xuanwu.
Xuanwu picked up Fu Ling's right arm and began to rub it from top to bottom.
Xuanwu rubbed it a few times and said, "If it still hurts at night, take an ice pack and apply it cold."
"Well, I know." Fu Ling stood up and walked out of the Xuanwu room.
Xuanwu sighed helplessly, and said to his heart: Why the bigger the worse, there was nothing like that when I was young! It's better when she is still soul, don't worry about her, she has slept there for a few years, and she doesn't cry out hungry.
Early the next morning, Xuanwu was awakened by Fu Ling's footsteps and woke up helplessly.
Xuanwu came to the kitchen and saw Fu Ling was cooking porridge, and asked, "Why do you get up so early today?"
"I'm hungry."
Xuanwu frowned, "Don't you want to eat buns?"
Fu Ling buttoned the lid of the rice cooker, "I want to eat it, but I want to eat steamed eggs more. Unfortunately, I can't make it, so I cook porridge."
After Fu Ling finished speaking, he went to the refrigerator to look for side dishes that could be used with porridge.
Xuanwu knew that the girl's grievances last night had not been vented. He looked at Fu Ling and asked, "Does your arm still hurt?"
Fu Ling still didn't look at Xuanwu, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
Fu Ling took out a bottle of olive vegetables, poured it on a small plate, opened a bag of spiced peanuts, and poured it on another plate.
Fu Ling brought two plates to the table, and heated four steamed buns and the dishes he brought back yesterday in a microwave oven.
Xuanwu sat on the sofa and looked at the magazine, looking up at the expressionless Rune Ling from time to time.
After the porridge was finished, Fu Ling filled two small bowls and served it to the table. Instead of asking Xuanwu to eat, he lowered his head and ate it.
Xuanwu smiled helplessly, walked to the table and sat opposite Fu Ling, and said, "I thought you wouldn't bring my share of porridge today."
Fu Ling ate the buns without talking. Xuanwu said helplessly: "You often say that getting angry is to punish yourself for other people's mistakes. How can you do such a bad thing." (to be continued) (end of this chapter)