90s, The Cannon Fodder Wife of the Paranoid Boss is Reborn

The drunken boss not only behaves like a child, but also sleeps like a child.

Not only did he hug Bai Lu, he also buried his face in the crook of her neck, so close that he could feel the trembling of her eyelashes.

Knowing that he was acting unconsciously, Bai Lu's heartbeat could not help but accelerate slightly, which was in huge contrast with the steady beating of his chest.

What a troublesome bad boy!

Bai Lu dug her face out of the crook of her neck and smiled seriously: "I'm really not angry."

 Xiao Cheng took a serious look at her.

He responded "Oh." He buried his face again.

Bai Lu: “…”

The breath sprayed from a close distance swept back and forth on the neck. When the cool thin lips accidentally touched the neck, a faint smell of alcohol dispersed in the thin air.

The burning smell of rising temperature quickly spread throughout the room, casting a layer of ambiguity into the night.

  Under the interplay of moonlight and lamplight, the hazy shadow of the lips gradually moved upward from the neck.

 Move to the chin as white as jade.

A cool and soft touch fell on her lips. Bai Lu suddenly woke up and pushed Xiao Cheng's pressed face away.

“By the way, I bought you a new pillow, see if you like it.”

After Bai Lu pushed Xiao Cheng away, she quickly got out of bed and went to the closet and took out the new pillow she bought in the afternoon.

Turning around, she saw that Xiao Cheng was still in the same position as she had pushed him away, pressing his elbows on the bed and half-lying down.

 Seeing her coming, he reluctantly got up.

 Sit outside with your back against the head of the bed.

He stared at her quietly, without blinking.

Bai Lu walked quickly to the bedside as if she were walking through the Flame Mountain, and put the new pillow in Xiao Cheng's arms with a smile.

 He took out his pillow with one hand, turned it over to the back, and unzipped it.

 Taking out that hot brand new bank card.

He returned it to Xiao Cheng: "You have a new pillow now. You can put your bank card in it. You don't need to put it here anymore."

Xiao Cheng glanced at the card in Bai Lu's hand, moved his eyes to Bai Lu's face, and frowned.

His hand still remained in the position where she had stuffed the pillow with his hand and held it, motionless.

 Obviously not willing to accept that bank card.

Bai Lu sighed, sat down on the edge of the bed, took Xiao Cheng's pillow, turned it over and unzipped it, put the bank card in and hid it, and then stuffed the pillow back into Xiao Cheng's arms.

"alright."

It is hidden, but Bai Lu still feels the need to remind: "It is not safe to put the bank card in the pillow. You can find a good place to hide it tomorrow. No, it is safer to put it on yourself."

Bai Lu thought for a while and suddenly asked: "Do you have a wallet? Or should I put it in my wallet?"

 Xiao Cheng shook his head: "No."

 Speak confidently: "You buy it for me."

　　Bai Lu wiped her face with an expression of disbelief: "Do you really have no wallet?"

impossible.

 The boss is not a newly minted worker.

 The reward for working for a big boss is quite high. If you don’t have a wallet, what can you use to put money in? A sack?

When Xiao Cheng saw Bai Lu's distrustful eyes, he immediately threw the pillow aside angrily, took out all his belongings from his pockets, and placed them in front of Bai Lu.

 Five yuan, ten yuan, twenty yuan, fifty yuan, one hundred yuan...a pile of money adds up to at least a thousand yuan.

He really didn’t have a wallet. All he had was money. He didn’t even have cigarettes or a lighter. He didn’t know if he had finished smoking but didn’t have time to buy one, or if he had bought it but didn’t take it with him.

However, Bai Lu has not seen Xiao Cheng smoking recently, nor has she smelled the smell of tobacco on him.

 “Lulu, buy me a wallet.” Xiao Cheng suddenly spoke, reminding Bai Lu again.

Bai Lu looked at his face that was getting angry if he didn't buy it, and nodded helplessly: "Okay, I'll buy it for you tomorrow."

 The child is finally satisfied.

 Slowly, I packed the money on the bed, folding them neatly one by one, when I received a piece of twenty yuan.     A small thing shakes off.

Bai Lu picked it up and looked at it, carefully and repeatedly confirmed it several times, and finally confirmed it.

 “This is my hairpin.”

 Xiao Cheng did not deny it, but directly admitted: "Yes, Lulu's hairpin."

Bai Lu pinched the small black hairpin with a puzzled look on her face: "But, when I shaved your hair before, didn't you return it to me? I only put a hairpin in your pocket... No, it seems like when changing clothes, no I accidentally knocked off another hairpin on the table, and after picking it up..."

"It seems that I just put it in your pocket." Bai Lu couldn't remember clearly what happened for such a long time.

　　But..."You have two hairpins in your pocket, why did you only give me one back when you shaved your hair?"

Bai Lu looked at Xiao Cheng who was picking up money in confusion.

Without even raising his head, Xiao Cheng replied matter-of-factly: "You didn't say you wanted two."

Bai Lu: “…”

 Communicating with children requires very stable emotions, as well as extreme tolerance and understanding.

 It’s okay, this is her strength.

 Not angry at all.

 Xiao Cheng folded the money, looked up at Bai Lu and asked, "Are you still buying clothes?"

"What clothes should I buy?" Bai Lu couldn't keep up with his brain circuit that jumped into outer space.

 Xiao Cheng looked at the thin knitted sweater on Bai Lu's body: "Clothes to wear."

　　The light-colored sweater on Bai Lu is neither thick nor too thin, and is of a very conservative style.

 Actually, I can't see anything, but it would be embarrassing if Xiao Cheng keeps staring at me.

“There’s no need to buy any more. You’ve already bought me two sets of skirts and coats, which are enough.”

“I didn’t buy pajamas.” Xiao Cheng mentioned the type of clothes that Bai Lu deliberately ignored.

　　　Bai Lu doesn’t have any pajamas. She has always used sweaters as pajamas. She wears thick ones when it’s cold and thin ones when she’s neither too cold nor too hot. Just like now: “There’s no need to buy special pajamas. What I’m wearing now is pajamas.”

  Xiao Cheng corrected: "A sweater is not pajamas."

"Yes, yes, you are right." Bai Lu didn't want to argue with the child: "When I have time next time, I will go to the street to buy pajamas, real pajamas."

But Xiao Cheng said: "The clothes on the street are not worthy of you."

Bai Lu raised her eyes in surprise, and saw an unfathomable expression on Xiao Cheng's face, and his deep eyes, which clearly showed emotion, seemed to have regained a trace of clarity.

 This is...the boss has recovered?

 “Xiao Cheng?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Cheng on the opposite side frowned: "Call me Cheng!"

Bai Lu: “…”

 Well, she is overthinking.

 “A Cheng.”

 Xiao Cheng nodded with satisfaction, took the money in his left hand, and held Bai Lu's soft little hand in the palm of his right hand.

 “I will buy better clothes for Lulu.”

Bai Lu raised her eyes slightly, met Xiao Cheng's serious gaze and serious tone, and her heart moved slightly.

Grandpa once told her that no matter what situation she is in, she must live well. Things outside her body are not important. Living on is the true meaning of life.

She has always kept in mind that natural selection means survival of the fittest. If you don’t have the ability to change the times, you should adapt to the times in a way that is acceptable to you.

　Strive to be a better version of yourself so that you won’t let anyone down when we meet again.

She has never thought about treating herself in a better way. Xiao Cheng not only thought of...

 Also did it.