On the second floor, the back kitchen of the café.

In the fire escape, there are two large basins of water, and the sound of water is rattling.

In the fire escape, the boy squatted on the ground, wearing gloves, and pitifully washed the dishes.

Hats and masks were also thrown aside, and water splashed on the ground, soaking his shoes.

"Damn, when did Lao Tzu suffer such grievances......

Looking at the mountains of dirty plates and cups in front of him, Jiulan took off her gloves irritably and threw them into the basin, and simply sat on the ground, her handsome face was like a black cloud pressing down on the city, and she took a deep breath.

The white neck was also covered with beads of sweat.

Especially the dirt on it, which made him almost suffocate.

The young master, who was born with a golden spoon, has always been flattered by thousands of people, and he is squeamish to death, when has he ever done such dirty work.

On the side, An Xiaoli glanced at him and silently washed her dishes.

Compared with Jiulan's perfunctory foolishness, she did it very seriously, and carefully wiped off the oil stains on it with a rag.

The gloves were covered in foam.

Jiulan Crack looked at her for a moment, then raised her foot and kicked her basin.

"Hey."

The surface of the water swayed.

"Do what?"

"Why are you so serious about washing, do people give you money?"

An Xiaoli didn't look back, washing her head.

Strands of hair fell down, blocking her cheeks.

If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be where she is now.

Looking at her stubborn appearance, Jiu Lan couldn't help but feel depressed, stared at her for a while, and then awkwardly looked away.

Pick up a cup and brush it randomly.

The sky slowly darkened, and the lights in the hallway lit up.

I don't know how long later, just as the two of them were washing the dishes, there was a sudden sound of locks at the door below.

The two froze.

An Xiaoli glanced at Jiu Lan Crack, and Jiu Lan Crack immediately got up, strode to the door, and pulled the door.

is locked.

Nine Lan Crack tried to pull a few more times.

"Bang-"

Nine Lan Crack lifted his foot and kicked on the iron door.

An Xiaoli was frightened.

"Hey! Open the door! Someone open the door! ”

The iron gate was kicked and the waves were loud.

An Xiaoli stood up, walked over and couldn't help but say, "It is estimated that they have already left work, don't kick it." ”

Jiulan's chest rose and fell, his eyes were full of anger, he gritted his teeth, and couldn't help but kick again.

An Xiaoli was frightened.

It was the first time she had seen him angry.

After Jiulan came back, he sat down on the steps, his head bowed, his face gloomy, and he didn't say a word.

It seems that he is not lightly angry.

An Xiaoli didn't mess with him, looked at it for a while, and then walked to his basin alone, lowered his head and cleaned it.

I heard the sound of water dripping behind me.

Jiulan turned her head and saw the girl washing the dishes seriously.

The face is docile and submissive, without a hint of agitation.

It seems that no matter what happens, she doesn't look anxious.

I don't know how long it took.

After calming down, a certain young master moved over again and picked up the gloves.

An Xiaoli glanced at it, and then continued to wash.

The door was locked, they couldn't get out, what could they do but continue to wash the dishes.

The night is darker.

The starry sky outside the window is beautiful.

The lights in the hallway turned on and off, and went out and on.

At this time, the eldest young master had already taken a shower and comfortably leaned on the bed to play games, but now he could only nest here pitifully and brush the dishes......

There are more and more plates and cups in the place next to it.

Jiulan was extremely tired, leaned back against the wall, watched the girl wash slowly, and at some point, closed her eyes.