"Why don't you eat it?"

"I eat, I eat. Bai Yingying picked up the chopsticks and put a small piece of fish in her mouth, it was delicious, why did he put on a very unpalatable appearance, could it be a taste error?

Bai Yingying painfully pulled a few mouthfuls of rice, like chewing wax, sure enough, it is not good to eat too full, if she had known that this would be the case, she must have eaten a few chicken wings and less crayfish.

"Where did you buy it?"

Just when Bai Yingying regretted it, Zhou Ziming said coldly.

"Huh?"

"There are no traces of use in the kitchen at all, don't tell me that you can do magic and conjure it?" Zhou Ziming looked at her with straight eyes, and his eyes were full of words: You don't want to lie to me.

In fact, as soon as he stepped into the kitchen, he knew that she hadn't cooked at all, and the things were exactly the same as what he had laid out last night.

Bai Yingying almost choked on the food in her mouth, and coughed violently twice.

"That's right, I just know magic, you live in a snail girl who knows magic, do you feel like you've picked up a treasure?" Bai Yingying smiled hypocritically as she reached out and planned to pat Zhou Ziming's shoulder.

Zhou Ziming glared at her, her hand froze in mid-air, smiled awkwardly, and withdrew her hand.

"Do you think I'm like you, with a night pot around my neck? If there is a next time, go by yourself, I don't want to waste my tongue to dismiss you. As he spoke, he stood up, "Wash the dishes." ”

Bai Yingying looked at a table of dishes, he only ate a little bit, what a waste, they are rich people who really don't know the pain, although she is also from a rich family.

"Okay, boss, just ...... Dinner money?" she smiled and rubbed her hands.

"I didn't let you order takeout, I paid for it myself. ”

Bai Yingying suddenly had three black lines on her face, although she was not short of money, but in the face of such a picky boss, she still wanted to vomit blood.

Zhou Ziming looked at her deflated expression and couldn't help but smile, suddenly, he liked to see her being teased by himself, a little cute.

When Bai Yingying came out after being busy, she saw Zhou Ziming sitting coldly on the sofa.

Her instincts told her that it was not a good time to get closer, and she was ready to sneak up the stairs when she didn't see anything.

"Stop!"

Zhou Ziming seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, which startled her.

She laughed dryly, walked up to him in a hurry, and said obediently, "Boss, what are your orders?"

Zhou Ziming casually took the white shirt beside him and threw it in front of her: "This is the clothes you washed?"

Bai Yingying took the clothes, looked left and right, didn't the white shirts all be the same? How could she recognize it, the boss said yes.

"Hmm. ”

"Ironed. Zhou Ziming casually picked up the magazine on the sofa and flipped through it.

"Okay, boss. ”

Although Bai Yingying didn't do well, at least she had a good attitude, as the saying goes, she didn't hit a smiling person, she felt that as long as she smiled more, she would be fine.

She walked a few steps, realized that something was wrong, and turned back in a panic.

"Boss, where's the iron?"

Zhou Ziming raised his head helplessly and glanced at her, meeting her harmless eyes, round, he couldn't show impatience, and shook his head silently.

"Cloakroom in a white cupboard. ”

"Okay. ”

Bai Yingying walked to the cloakroom in a hurry, she was absolutely enthusiastic about every task assigned by Zhou Ziming, although she couldn't do many things, but she was willing to try, unfortunately, Zhou Ziming's white shirt became a guinea pig.

She no longer remembered that she had dedicated a few of her first offerings to Zhou Ziming.

Zhou Ziming looked at her back thoughtfully, and thought: If you want her to iron her clothes, are you so happy? Zhou Ziming deeply felt that his little nanny's brain was not ordinary, but it was quite cute, and he hadn't felt so lively and joyful for a long time.

He unconsciously hooked his lips and returned his gaze to the magazine.