Quickly wear, what should I do if the vicious cannon fodder is too stupid

Fang Jingran wanted to laugh when he saw Feng He’s dejected expression. Why did Feng He’s expression look so cute?

His soft white cheeks were puffed up in anger, like a fat puffer fish.

Feng He was secretly angry in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it too exaggeratedly on her face.

He tried to put on a smile and asked calmly, "So what is my job?"

Fang Jingran looked around the house, took out a broom from some corner, and handed it to Feng He with his long legs.

Said: "Your task today is to sweep the floor. Sweep every corner of this villa for me."

Feng He looked at Fang Jingran deeply. Now they were not of the same class. It would be as easy for Fang Jingran to kill him as it would be to kill an ant. He could not afford to offend him.

Feng He resigned herself to her fate and picked up the broom and started sweeping the floor.

This broom is the type that is made of broom straw, and there is no plastic in the main body of the broom.

Looks old and simple.

I guess not many people use this kind of broom nowadays.

Feng He scratched his head. He didn't expect that Fang Jingran had such a broom at home.

Fang Jingran curled his lips as he saw the confusion that flashed across Feng He's face.

He said slowly, "I haven't finished yet - you should wear the work clothes corresponding to where you work."

Feng He glared at him secretly. This was still considered a job, but it was clearly an unequal treaty. If he had the ability, he should pay him.

Fang Jingran picked up a box from the shelf and gave it to Feng He.

"Here are your work clothes. Go change in the locker room first."

After he finished speaking, he sat on the sofa in the living room like an old man, crossing his legs and playing with his phone.

Feng He had a sad look on her face, and all she could think of was that Fang Jingran was a complete idiot, a bad guy, and a stinky dog.

It was not until he went to the locker room and opened the box that he realized Fang Jingran was truly fucking sick!

There was actually a black witch costume inside the light purple box!

This witch costume just covers half of his calves.

The black fabric is covered with complicated and mysterious patterns, which makes it look extremely noble.

The upper body is slim and has a bow tie, while the lower body is a puffy skirt.

The outfit also came with a pair of black stockings, black Mary Jane shoes, and... a wig.

Of course, the witch also has a hat. It is a wide brimmed hat with a purple bow tied on it.

Feng He's fingers trembled as he held the clothes. He ran out angrily and threw the box onto the coffee table in front of Fang Jingran.

"Fang Jingran, what do you mean?!"

Fang Jingran couldn't help but smile when he saw Feng He's angry look.

She said jokingly, "Don't you like wearing women's clothes? Now I give you this opportunity to realize your hobby, isn't it good?"

Feng He rolled his eyes. Everyone knew that Fang Jingran clearly wanted to humiliate him!

He snorted coldly.

Fang Jingran said, "Okay, stop being so mad. I know you like this dress very much. Put it on quickly. I'll take a picture of you when the time comes."

Feng He: “…”

He took a deep breath and pointed at Fang Jingran with a trembling finger.

Fang Jingran was right, he really liked this skirt...but...he couldn't let anyone else tell the truth.

"If you don't go, be careful about your identity..."

This is Feng He's Achilles' heel, and the key point that makes him obey Fang Jingran's orders.

Without waiting for Fang Jingran to finish his words, he immediately rushed into the locker room to change clothes.

"I'll change it, I'll change it right away."

Fang Jingran lay on the sofa with a very happy smile.

"Hahahahaha."

Feng He came out after changing.

This suit fits him perfectly. It's like he is really a witch...man.

Fang Jingran's gaze was almost fixed on him, and he couldn't tear it off no matter how hard he tried.

Feng He felt very uncomfortable being looked at by him. She pulled her fluffy skirt with her hands and looked shy.

Fang Jingran exhaled slowly, and said in an inexplicably hoarse voice: "Pick up the broom...it really looks more like it."

Feng He rolled his eyes secretly, it’s just to satisfy your own bad taste.

Fang Jingran originally wanted Feng He to wear this outfit for the live broadcast, but he has changed his mind now.

I don't want Feng He to show up in public at all.

So the words he had prepared before were naturally swallowed back by him.

Feng He held the broom and said seriously: "The witch's broom is her flying device, not for sweeping the floor!"

Fang Jingran tried his best to hold back his laughter and said in a very annoying way, "But I just want you to sweep the floor."

Feng He endured it.

He bent down and swept with a grunt.

He stuck his butt out and swept the floor very hard, as if he was venting something.

Fang Jingran stopped looking at his phone and focused on watching Feng He's movements.

As he bent down, the skirt was pushed up a little, but it was still able to cover most of Feng He's thighs.

Fang Jingran sighed in disappointment. When designing this skirt, the length should have been shorter...

Feng He swept the floor with her back to Fang Jingran, having no idea what yellow waste he was thinking about.

Feng He couldn't sweep any further after just a short while. He turned to Fang Jingran speechlessly and asked, "The floor of your house is cleaner than my face, why do you need to sweep it?"

Fang Jingran touched his nose. It was because he had asked a part-time worker to clean the place before, otherwise it wouldn't be so clean.

He was doing this to reduce Feng He's workload. Otherwise, with Feng He's spoiled personality, how could she possibly sweep the floor to his satisfaction?

Fang Jingran said somewhat awkwardly: "I asked you to sweep the floor, so just sweep the floor. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Besides, isn't it better to just keep the floor clean? This is to lighten your burden!"

Feng He thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case.

He shouldn't have said so much just now. What if Fang Jiran thought the floor was too clean and suddenly put some garbage on it? Who would he cry to?

Seeing Feng He stopped talking, Fang Jingran began to feel itchy again and said, "The floor of my house is clean, which shows from the side that I am a clean person."

Feng He pursed her lips after hearing this, thinking secretly: In such a big house, he doesn't stay in every place. How could he make so many places dirty?

But he still flattered her: "Yes, yes, it's really clean."

Fang Jingran twitched his lips. Could Feng He be a little more perfunctory?

After admiring Feng He sweeping the floor for a while, he began to ask him, "What do you want to eat for lunch today? I'll ask Auntie to make it."

Feng He's eyes lit up when she heard that. That's great. She didn't expect there would be a free lunch.

He rolled his eyes maliciously.

Fang Jinran actually let him choose the food, so he had to trick Fang Jingran.

"It's been a while since I've eaten what I liked to eat before... You should know what I liked to eat before, right?"

Fang Jingran's expression turned a little strange when he heard this.

He indeed remembered Feng He's previous likes and dislikes very clearly.

But what does Feng He mean by saying this now? Doesn't it seem like they have a close relationship?

For some reason, Fang Jingran suddenly felt happy.

I lazily picked up my phone and called my aunt to ask her to prepare the ingredients.