Annoying Zhao Gongzi

Mr. Zhao was on a business trip and said he would not be back until noon tomorrow, I believed it.

After all, he only set off this morning, and his former assistant and current manager also said that there was indeed such a trip.

So I don't know why he rushed back from another city this evening.

Did he mess it up?

What's more terrifying than talking about smashing is that he smashed the opponent's head for some unforeseen reason.

He hit my former piano teacher. At that time, I was afraid that he would hit me one day. It's hard to talk about this kind of thing.

Farewell, my one-eighth cat.

Of course, there is another thing that is more important than the one-eighth cat. When he opened the door, I was squatting in the porch to polish my shoes.

At that moment, I met his eyes, and both were embarrassed, mainly because I was embarrassed.I am ashamed to say that I have some bad habits. For example, I don't like doing housework, so I always prevaricate with various reasons and ask Mr. Zhao to do it.I probably told him I was allergic to shoe polish, just like he told me he wouldn't be back until noon tomorrow, or I forgot to tell him I was going to see my dog ​​Ham at Fairy Kim tomorrow morning.

The relationship between Mr. Zhao and me is full of lies.

He asked coldly: "What are you doing?"

I said: "The shoe fell down, fix it."

He asked coldly, "Why are you holding shoe polish in your hand?"

I said: "The shoe polish is also off, you know I'm messy when I do housework."

"Then don't do it," he said.

Saying yes, he took off his coat and handed it to me to hang it up.

I hung up his coat and went back to the living room to see him squatting in the porch to polish shoes.

Something's been wrong with him lately.In the past, he would only do housework while I was asleep, and it was useless to scold me when I was awake.

I asked: "Why did you come back so early? Didn't you say you will come back tomorrow?"

Mr. Zhao frowned: "I can come back to my own home whenever I want!"

He is really angry.

I said, "I care about you."

Mr. Zhao glanced at me, turned his eyes away and continued to polish the shoes. After polishing, he finally couldn't put it on. He threw the shoe polish and scolded me: "Can't you go to the street to find someone to polish your shoes?! I am so poor. ?! I thought I couldn’t support anyone when I said it! I’m shameless?! Who are you going to meet tomorrow without telling me when you shine shoes in the middle of the night?!”

He had a lot of questions, and it seemed that Cai Cai's silence just now was just considering which question to ask first.

He scolded me: "What about the 100 yuan cash I gave you yesterday?"

I answered him calmly: "I'm not shining shoes, I'm allergic to shoe polish, I just help my shoes."

He held up a shoe and scolded me: "You also polished my shoes! I bought a new shoe for a month, and you polished it as if I had bought it for two years! Your mother doesn't even know how to polish a shoe. What's the use of you! If you don't know how to wipe it, don't wipe it, go to the street and find someone to wipe it!"

I said, "I'm going to visit Hamm tomorrow."

He smashed his shoes: "If you go, don't come back!"

I reasonably suspect that he caused trouble outside, and now the villain is suing first.

I said: "Yesterday you paid my current rent, utilities, and the deposit for the pair of shoes you want to buy."

Those ugly shoes.

I won't pay him to buy it, but the 100 yuan is his money, so just spend it casually, it's not my money, I won't spend money on him to buy such ugly leather shoes, I am very firm and cold and ruthless.

Mr. Zhao looked at me coldly for a while, perhaps remembering that he bought him the leather shoes that he never forgets, and he became less arrogant, and taught me: "That's it, buy what you should, it's not like I can't afford it."

Buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy like him, sooner or later I will be sold.

He threw down the shoe polish, got up and washed his hands carefully, and called me: "Oil my hands."

It's hard to imagine where Fourth Master Zhao and Thirteenth Aunt would go to find him another 24-hour personal nanny with an easy-going temper like me without me.

I rubbed the hand oil Mr. Zhao brought back from his mother and rubbed it on him. He was still not satisfied and accused me: "It's perfunctory!"

I had to wipe him carefully.

Wiping it, he said, "I didn't eat."

I'm more concerned with another thing: "How is the business going?"

He said coldly: "If you want to starve me to death, I will drag you after I die."

He was really unreasonable.

I remembered that Jin Xian'er taught me the art of speaking, so I asked instead: "Why didn't you have dinner when you came back early?"

Mr. Zhao looked pale, and scolded me perfunctorily: "It's all your fault, I almost forgot the business and went to see that box."

I went to look at the box he put on the table, it was a cake box, it was cold and steamy.

He came over to open the box and said, "The business over there is just a formality. It's been negotiated a long time ago. It takes 5 minutes to sign a contract. I tricked me into making this trip. Boss Qian invited a cook from abroad who is good at making ice cream." Cake. Tell you to go with me. Your mother refuses to ask for leave. The cook will be in a hurry to fly back to his house tomorrow morning. I don’t know when he will come again. Your mother loves these sweet and trendy things, there is If you are sick, eat it quickly and let it melt."

I think Mr. Zhao must have a huge conspiracy, and I must torture him to extract a confession.

I attacked his mouth first, and then grasped his key points, and was scolded by him: "Damn it, eat the cake first, and stop eating it!"

At a time like this, I just want to torture and extract a confession!Eat your mother!

However, I couldn't beat Zhao Long, so I could only eat the cake in humiliation.

The cake is so delicious.

Cooled off by eating it, I asked him, "Have you considered spreading the cake on—"

He said coldly: "If your mother wants to kill me, just give it a good time."

He is really ungrateful.

I suggested to him: "Why don't you use yogurt—"

He said coldly: "Hurry up and finish eating, it will melt."

The next 50 years of my life may be uneventful and haggard, because I have no love, only a piece of wood.

I said, "I can't take it anymore."

He yelled at me: "Usually you eat so much!"

I suggested that he eat it together. After he took two bites, he felt cold and refused to eat more.I really don't have the same taste as him, so I have to tell him where I hide the chocolate.I don't want to owe him favors, I want to settle all grievances with him.

But he scolded me: "Who the hell wants to eat your chocolate! Eat yours, it's going to melt!"

He was so fierce, I was afraid that he would hit me, so I had to eat hard.However, he was capricious. When I was halfway through eating, he scolded me again: "Doesn't my stomach hurt?! If something goes wrong with eating, it's my fault!"

He is so annoying!

He said: "Don't eat if you can't eat! I'm starving to death, you want to starve me to death?! Go cook!"

I said: "Zhao Long, I want to sleep."

Mr. Zhao scolded me: "Sleep right after eating, you are a pig?"

It's hard to imagine why someone would fall in love with him, such as Miss Yu, the president's niece, or the daughter of Aunt Shisan's poker friend, such as this and that.Those people should really see Mr. Zhao's true face clearly, and stay away from Mr. Zhao from now on.

I went to cook for the irritable and annoying Mr. Zhao with my stomach full of resentment and ice cream cake.

After eating, he still needs to listen to the radio, take a shower, and talk to people on the phone, and he doesn't go to sleep until midnight.

I'm on the verge of actually falling asleep.

Of course I didn't really fall asleep, I have to find out if he caused a catastrophe, or has other plans, if so, I can plan my own future early.

I tortured Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao just said: "Damn, shut up."

"Don't talk so much shit at a time like your mother's."

"Qiu Yixin, you are sick, right?"

"Your mother's birthday is today, I really don't remember?!"

I said, "My birthday is the day after tomorrow."

Mr. Zhao: "..."

I said, "That's the day after tomorrow."

Mr. Zhao scolded me angrily: "I can't afford two birthdays for you, can I?"

I said, "Don't talk so much at a time like this."

Mr. Zhao's diary:

I know that Qiu Yixin's birthday is the day after tomorrow.

Last week, I lent Qiu Yixin's autographed and written book by a poor author who wanted to pass it on to my nephew, and that bastard dropped the book in the water.to die.