How can the president be fierce

Chapter 1284 Little Pudding, Husband Calls You Home! 1 She must firmly believe that she can marry.

11pm late at night.

"Troublemaker, where's my towel? Didn't you watch me wash my face? Pass me the towel quickly!"

"I'm coming."

"Hey! Ugly, you wash my clothes first, remember to wash them by hand, I have to wear them tomorrow."

"Okay, okay."

"Hey, what about you, little mentally handicapped? I asked you to pour me a glass of water 10 minutes ago. Are you deaf or have a broken leg?"

"Fall down, down here."

In the four-person dormitory, one was washing his face in the bathroom, one was playing with his mobile phone on the bed, one was playing games in front of the computer, and only the other was busy like a small spinning top, serving them back and forth.

After finally putting the little ancestors to bed, looking at the time, it was already 2 o'clock in the morning.

Pudding rubbed his sore arms and legs, stretched his waist, and then slowly took a towel into the bathroom.

The hot water was used up, the water from the shower fell, and it was bitingly cold.

She shivered from the cold, and almost instinctively wanted to run out, but after a day's work, she was sweating all over, and it was too uncomfortable to sleep without taking a bath.

"Hey! Ugly, you are so quiet, I can't sleep because of the noise! ​​Are you looking for a beating?" Someone yelled outside.

Pudding was taken aback, and hastily turned the shower down a bit.

This group of irritable women really beat her as soon as they said they would.

Frozen teeth creaked and chattered, and he rushed down in a hurry, taking a towel to tie up his wet hair.

Just as I was about to go out, I accidentally saw myself in the mirror.

It's not ugly either.

Not to mention that she looks like a fairy and alluring the country, but she also has thick eyebrows, big eyes and a high nose bridge?Where is it ugly?Not ugly, not ugly not ugly, not ugly at all.

She patted her thin, palm-sized face lightly, smiling at her small face in the mirror.

But she must not be given psychological hints by them. She must firmly believe that she is beautiful and can be married off.

……

When his stomach gurgled countless times, Pudding finally turned over and sat up.

No, she was really starving to death.

In the past, one meal a day was enough, but recently the eldest lady found her particularly displeasing, and reduced the amount of the only meal by half.

She wakes up at 5:[-] a.m. every day and starts to work, and can hardly fall asleep until one or two o'clock in the morning at night. With such a heavy workload, the small half bowl of white rice is useless.

Biting his nails, he sat on the bed and thought about it for a while, but decided to take a small risk and go to the kitchen to steal something to eat.

……

lettuce?

No, I can't get enough.

Meat?
No, it's still alive, if you want to set off fireworks, you will definitely be discovered.

After searching over and over for a while, I finally found a bag of instant noodles in the corner.

Ah, I remember, it was thrown to her by another maid before the expiry date. At that time, I was thinking of hiding it quickly in case I was hungry and had nothing to eat, but then I couldn’t find it for some reason. .

It turned out that it was hidden here.

Carefully tore open the packaging bag, hid in a dark corner, and was gnawing on Zhengxiang, but suddenly his eyes brightened.

She was startled, and suddenly a bit of instant noodle crumbs choked into her trachea, and she covered her lips with an earth-shattering cough.

As soon as I looked up, I saw Mu Cheng, the deputy housekeeper, looking at me with a smile: "Hey, cutie, hasn't he eaten all day? You can't eat dry instant noodles even if you're hungry. Come, come, brother, there are so many delicious foods in the room." Yes, I will take you to..."

(End of this chapter)