Cool Husband Love Hunting Program

Chapter 592 [Extra] Why should she help him with laundry!
"Don't let go yet!" An Zimo ignored him, but shouted again in warning, and deliberately retched, Mousse quickly let her go.

Looking down at the piece in front of his chest, he was somewhat stunned in the wind.

An Zimo didn't pick up the car model on the ground, but turned around and left. With this lesson, this man should stay far away from her, right?

However, she underestimated Mousse's rascal qualities as a rogue.

After he reacted, he took off his suit jacket and threw it at her head.

When An Zimo heard the voice, she dodged subconsciously, but she was taken for a ride, and even her glasses were almost knocked off.

She grabbed it in disbelief, and saw him walking towards her with anger.

"My clothes are stained by you, you are not going to say anything?"

"You deserve it!"

"Hey, An Zimo, are you not afraid that I will complain to the school?" Mousse looked at her stubborn face and didn't know what to say. He paused for a while before saying something childish.

An Zimo rolled his eyes at him, "Just go!"

Everyone in the school knew that she couldn't get close to a man. Why would she vomit on him? There must be a reason, right?

If it wasn't for this person, sexual|harass her again...

"You! You wash my clothes!"

Mousse was furious, he left behind such a sentence, he needed to calm down his heart, otherwise he really had the urge to strangle this woman to death!
Realizing something, he turned around again, "Hey, you better not throw it away, I will come and get it, my suit is very expensive, you don't want to owe me a debt, do you?"

After speaking, the uncle left like a grandfather.

An Zimo stood there dumbfounded, feeling that what he was holding was a hot potato.

Why should she help him wash his clothes!
But he already knew where she worked, what would she do if he came to make trouble every day in the future?
To be honest, she likes this job very much, and she once again saw the essence of that hooligan!

An Zimo dawdled to the office with the dirty suit jacket. Fortunately, it was lunch time, but there were still people in the office. She felt her scalp tingling. Those two, one was a middle-aged female teacher who taught history, One is a beautiful English teacher waiting for her boyfriend to pick her up.

(End of this chapter)