After eating the lunch delivered by the takeaway brother, the three big men couldn't find a reason to stay, so they got up and said goodbye.

Kim So-hee saw that Song Jong-ki was still drinking soup and didn't need her care for a while, so he began to clean up the room. Because she had to take care of him, she not only gained the right to enter his room, but even had the function of tidying up his room for him.

Of course, for laundry and the like, all Kim So-hee has to do is put all his clothes in the washing machine, then pour in laundry detergent, and press the button to get it done.

There will be no embarrassing drama of washing his underwear.

After Kim So-hee disposed of all the dirty clothes he had changed in the bathroom, he began to dispose of the after-dinner garbage again. Fortunately, the four men didn't drink at this party, otherwise it would have been more troublesome to clean up.

After wiping the coffee table, Kim So-hee began to mop the floor with a wet mop.

Song Jong-ki suddenly felt a little distressed after watching her busy. These days, I have to take care of him, and I have to rush my own sketches, and the little girl has a lot to do.

Originally, he had always taken care of her, but now that she has lost one, Kim So-hee has no complaints, but Song Jong-ki is a little unaccustomed to it.

But he also had to admit that the little girl was still very careful and thoughtful when she took care of people.

After mopping the study and his room, Kim So Hee washed the mop and continued to drag the room to the living room, seeing that he was still drinking soup, he couldn't help but mutter: "I've been drinking it for a long time, why haven't I finished it?" The soup tastes pretty good today. ”

Song Zhongji smiled helplessly: "I've drunk a lot of soup and water, don't cook soup tomorrow?" ”

In addition to being poured all kinds of soup every day, it actually feels good to be taken care of.

Kim So-hee directly turned his head and continued to do his own thing, rejecting his suggestion: "The soup is the most nutritious, and you have to drink it until you are good." Besides, there is such a young and beautiful little girl serving you every day, you have to know and cherish, this is what many old men dream of! ”

Song Jong-ki frowned: "Old man? ”

Jin Suxi immediately silenced and changed to a flattering smile: "No, no, no, uncle, you have a childish face, you are still very young!" ”

"When I came out with my mopping, I hope I've seen you finished. When you're done, I'll give you the right to order soup every day. ”

Song Jong-ki felt that he didn't need this kind of right to pit him at all.

Kim So-hee saw his disdain for this benefit, and continued to coax: "Don't underestimate this benefit, you must know that you can't escape drinking soup every day." Rather than being forced on what to drink, it is better to take the initiative and decide what to drink today. You tell me? ”

The little girl's persuasion skills were much better, at least he felt quite reasonable when he heard them.

Song Jong-ki finally settled it after Kim So-hee finished mopping the ground.

Jin Suxi took his clean soup bowl and was very satisfied: "Don't let me catch you throwing the soup away, otherwise you will drink it every morning, noon and night." ”

Song Jong-ki looked helpless at the mercy of others: "How dare I." ”

Although she drank too much, she went out early in the morning to buy fresh ingredients and came back to cook the soup every day. Seeing that she was so hard, Song Jong-ki couldn't just throw the soup away.

"I know you don't want to drink so much, so you should get better quickly, and I won't cook the soup if it's okay."

After speaking, Kim So-hee walked briskly with the mop, and after putting the mop away, he came to wash his bowl again.

Before washing, I didn't forget to put a plate of diced fruit in front of him: "This is an extra preparation for you~ Imported cherries, please use them!" ”

Song Jong-ki was amused by her strange tone and watched her walk to the sink happily.

Kim So-hee settled the landlord and began to scrub the dishes and chopsticks in the sink.

When he was wiping the bowl clean, he heard a heavy 'bang' behind him, and Kim So-hee subconsciously looked back and saw that the usually handsome landlord was now 'weak' and fell to the ground.

“OMO！ Is there something wrong with the hands? Going to the hospital? ”

Kim So-hee put down the bowl in his hand, ran in front of him in a few steps, squatted down to help him, but was afraid of touching his injured arm.

"It's fine." When his feet slipped, he subconsciously protected his plaster arm. Speaking of which, it means that the part that is in direct contact with the ground when you fall is a little painful.

And then Song Jong-ki felt a little embarrassed.

After Kim So-hee confirmed that he was okay with the fall, he guessed his current mental thoughts almost immediately.

Anyone who usually has a perfect image, and suddenly one day after the wolf bèi falls, he will feel embarrassed.

Kim So-hee is a kind little girl, and after confirming that he was okay, the expression on her face relaxed, and she patted him on the shoulder and said, "Oops, whose boyfriend is this?" I picked it up when no one wanted me. ”

Song Jong-ki's original embarrassment instantly evaporated, and he looked at Kim So-hee in a daze, but saw her smiling and her eyes crooked with a smile.

"Aren't you up yet? Or do you want to reminisce? Kim So-hee's hands stretched out, and Song Jong-ki stood up with her strength.

Kim So-hee looked at the ground and seemed to be talking to himself: "Could it be that I mopped the floor too cleanly?" ”

"Anyway, walk carefully, don't hurt your arm."

Song Zhongji was in a relaxed mood: "Well, I'll pay attention, you should also be careful, don't have two wounded people in the same family." ”

After speaking, Song Jong-ki went back to his room to prepare for a nap.

After Kim So-hee finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks, he also hurried to the study to prepare the sketch. Song Jong-ki's nap time does not need her care, and this time becomes her working time.

And she usually paints until 3 o'clock in the afternoon, and then she has to go out again to the nearest market to buy fresh ingredients and come back to cook.

The owner was injured in the past few days, which is the period when the most fires have been fired in the apartment.

Kim So-hee's cooking skills have always been in a passable stage, but fortunately, the owner is not picky, so at these times, three meals a day are made by Kim So-hee.

As her new work became popular, Kim So-hee's task of drawing became more and more onerous. As the number of readers grew, not only did she not feel any lighter, but her nerves became more and more tense.

I have to take care of Song Jong-ki while drawing manga, and it looks like he's busy. In fact, Kim So-hee also thinks that when she takes care of him and makes soup for him, she is actually relaxing.

In this way, there is a lot of relaxation, and the comic work is going well.

That said, in the creation of this comic, Kim So-hee not only had to maintain the style of painting, but also firmly grasp the direction of the plot.

For a manga to be high-quality from start to finish, she can only pay attention to every detail.

Unlike previous campus loves, this time Kim So-hee only felt that this comic was getting slower and slower the more he drawn, because there were too many things to consider that needed to be revised and revised.

It was at this time that Kim So-hee had to start a tug-of-war with the editor-in-charge for delivering the manuscript every month.

But anyone who is engaged in creation, there will be such a stage - scratching his ears and cheeks to trace the tail of inspiration.

Kim So-hee looked at the approaching delivery time, and saw that at least half of his manuscript had not been drawn, and the whole person was a little crazy.

In fact, when a cartoonist becomes popular to a certain extent, he can consider opening his own studio and hiring artists to help with some small details.

Kim So-hee originally wanted to prepare for this slowly, but now it seems that it has to be put on the agenda, and it is best to start working on it after this comic is over.

Considering that the style will mature in the future, there are too many details and trivial matters to pay attention to, if you don't want to delay the manuscript, there is only one way to ask someone to help.

While coloring the characters' clothes, Kim So-hee began to think about finding a time when Park Ah-hye was in a good mood to talk about extending the delivery time.

When you're focused, time always flies.

Just as Kim So-hee was about to change the paper, the alarm set on the mobile phone began to remind the owner that it was time to prepare for cooking. Kim So-hee sighed and resigned herself to the kitchen to take out the dishes she was going to make for the night.

Song Zhongji looked at her phone with a helpless and hesitant face, and felt a little strange: "What are you doing?" ”

Kim So-hee was making spicy chicken soup, stirring the chicken thighs in the pot, and said, "I don't seem to be able to deliver on time this month, so how do I want to have a tug-of-war with the editor-in-charge."

Song Jong-ki saw that Kim So-hee's mobile phone on the coffee table happened to stay on the side of the dialog with the editor in charge Park Ah-hye, took the phone, and glanced at the words she had prepared.

"I'll help you out." Song Jong-ki erased all those words and typed very quickly.

Kim So-hee turned around and saw that the owner of the house was negotiating with the editor-in-charge, ran behind him in a few steps, and stretched his neck to look.

Song Jong-ki smiled, deliberately carrying her behind her back so that she couldn't see clearly.

"What are you writing about?" Kim So-hee tiptoed unsuccessfully several times, and he was a little angry, and the whole person was almost about to slap him.

"Sue her that you'd rather have more intersections next month, and only hope to push some after the deadline this month."

Pay more next month?! Kim So-hee's brain rolled over and over again, and then became more and more excited: "No, ah, ah! Although this month is cool, next month will be hell! ”

"My lord! Your Highness! Uncle! Oba~ Don't! ”

Kim So-hee got on the sofa barefoot and rushed to his back to grab the phone, but Song Jong-ki took a step forward as if he had a sense.

Unexpectedly, the distance between the two was relatively too large, and in the panic, her hand hugged his neck from behind, and finally supported his body that was already tilted at 75 degrees.

"Do all the little girls like to fall from behind now?"

"Not really!" Kim So-hee wanted to let go, but as soon as he had a tendency to let go, he could feel his body responding to the call of the gravity field, and he could only hug his neck tightly.

"My lord! Take a step back! Kim So-hee could only wail at him, and couldn't see the triumphant smile on the corner of his mouth.

It was at this time that Kim So-hee saw the message he sent to her.

He named himself and asked Park to postpone the delivery date for a few days, citing her recent care for him.

To sum it up simply, isn't it just to use the skill of 'male god charm' to make Park Yahui surrender!

The key is that within a minute, Park Yahui agreed without hesitation!!

"No discipline!"

Kim So-hee felt that she had to scorn Park Ya-hui fiercely.