Grumpy Reasons [Quick Transmigration]

Liang Su worked as a good "daughter-in-law" in Huo's house for two days.

Washing dishes, sweeping the floor, mopping the floor, doing laundry (throwing clothes into the washing machine)... Liang Su received the high salary secretly paid by Huo Zexing every day, and became the most "expensive" nanny in the world.

Because of his delicate and handsome appearance, his quick hands and feet in doing housework, and without complaint, although Liang Su did not win the favor of Mr. Huo, he managed to capture all the servants of Huo's family, and his favorability gradually increased, especially Aunt Zhang, who felt distressed. Looking at his wrinkled hands in the sink, he sighed: "Sin, such beautiful hands should go to play the piano, why are you washing dishes here..."

Liang Su smiled and joked, "Aunt Zhang, I don't know how to play the piano either." He added, "Go and rest, I'm fine here."

Huo's family finished a dinner party, and it was already ten o'clock, because the company was temporarily busy, Huo Zexing went back to the company, Mr. Huo went to the study to read the evening paper, and Huo Jing also went back to the room with her husband... The host is no longer in the lobby, Only a few servants were left cleaning below.

For Aunt Zhang, Liang Su is also the master, and he has been working all the time. She felt very sorry, and while the old man was away, she secretly said to him: "Let me come. You have worked hard all day today, so take a rest."

Liang Su dodged her movements, "No, I must finish the tasks assigned to me."

Aunt Zhang couldn't say no to him, so she had to go back and rest.

Liang Su was the only one left in the hall, including the kitchen, washing dishes by himself under the dim light.He looked at the piles of dirty dishes around him, thinking that human beings are really dirt-making machines, and the Huo family's dishwasher "just happened" to break down and send it for repair, hehe...

His mind was busy thinking about some things, and he didn't even notice the approaching footsteps until he heard a joking voice behind him, which was like thunder in his ears:

"Tsk tsk, who do I think this is?"

Liang Su stopped washing the dishes, turned his head, and saw the Son of Heaven leaning against the door of the kitchen with his arms around his chest, a smile that was not a smile, and a flat face.

Huo Shize first "appreciated" Liang Su's miserable state with great interest: standing in front of a mountain of dishes, he was wearing a pair of rubber gloves, all of which were foamed with detergent, and his body was inevitably stained with dirt. A little foam, I don't know if it's because of the lighting, he felt that Liang Su's face was much darker and yellower, inexplicably reminded him of the heroine in a tragic drama who washed and cooked for her husband and gave birth to a child, became a yellow-faced woman and was abandoned by her husband .

Huo Shize laughed unabashedly, touched his trouser pocket, and was very sorry to find that his mobile phone was left in the car, otherwise he could have taken a photo as a souvenir.

Unable to take pictures, his voice was melodious and melodious like singing, very eccentric: "It's really Liang Su, wash the dishes, is there no servant in Huo's house tsk tsk tsk."

Liang Su: "..."

He knew it, this man just came looking for a beating because his skin was itchy.

But he wasn't angry, instead he evoked a kind smile, Huo Shize thought this man must be stupid, and saw him raising his glove full of foam, walking straight towards him -

Um?What's the meaning?

Huo Shize frowned first, then suddenly realized that something was wrong, his eyes widened suddenly, "You, what are you doing?!"

Liang Su smiled softly, "What do you think?"

Huo Shize, a clean freak, finally panicked and wanted to run, but subconsciously took a step back and bumped into the door frame. After such a second of defeat, the big devil had already locked him firmly, and his evil hands pressed down on his face ——

Vigorously, vigorously, he washed his face with the foam on the glove.

The face is cool, and there is a smell of dish soap.

"..."

Huo Shize was stunned, he was in a stunned state, and he no longer acted like someone owed him a hundred million.

Huo Shize was dumbfounded.

Liang Su smiled.

This may be the happiest moment when he came to this world. It reminded him of the whole person's happiness when he was a bad boy in the second year of middle school. He smiled happily, his eyes were bent, and his teeth were neat and white.

Liang Su often laughed, but most of them were polite, cold, and mocking.

But Huo Shize had never seen him smile so...happy, as if he had lost his age all of a sudden, from a mature youth to a sunny boy who liked to play basketball in high school.

The Sunshine Boy touched his face with his glove "intimately", or patted his face like a puppy, and said with a smile, "Are you still being mean, huh?"

The coldness on his face made Huo Shize come back to his senses suddenly, he frowned fiercely, the anger in his eyes seemed to burn him to death: "Who is so mean?!"

Liang Su smiled: "Whoever answers is the one."

Huo Shize: "..."

He wiped the foam off his face ferociously, the trembling facial muscles exposed his inner unrest, his eyes pierced sharply, and his mouth sprayed terrifying ice slag: "Liang Su, wait for me! "

After the harsh words, Huo Shize ran to the bathroom, knowing without thinking that he was going to save his face.

Looking at his leaving back, Liang Su thought to himself, no wonder the big villain always likes to fight against the protagonist, it's so cool.

The system trembled: [Host, your thoughts are a bit dangerous...]

The next day, at breakfast, Mr. Huo was very happy with Huo Shize's sudden return: "I called you back a few days ago and you didn't return. Why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Huo Jing smiled: "You have a bit of conscience, knowing that you came back to see your Aunt Jing, I thought I would never see you again after returning to China."

Huo Shize smiled perfunctorily, his brows were fierce, his eyes were like swords, and he shot sharply at Liang Su who was sitting across from him and was eating breakfast quietly.

There was a moment of silence on the table.

The eyes of Mr. Huo, Huo Jing and others also fell on Liang Su.

Liang Su's hand holding the chopsticks paused, and when he raised his head, he saw Huo Shize staring straight at him, as if he could kill him with his eyes.

The faces of the people at the table were all different, Liang Su smiled, his voice was gentle and puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"..."

His appearance is really gentle, like an immature scholar studying in a storybook, the edges and corners have not had time to grow.

——It was the complete opposite of the aggressive look Huo Shize saw yesterday.

Huo Shize sneered, pretended, continued to pretend.

He could still faintly smell the dish soap on his face.

Mr. Huo looked at him expressionlessly, and asked, "Why doesn't Zexing come back for dinner?"

Liang Su said: "He went to the company. He said that he will be busy these days, and he may have less time to come back."

Mr. Huo asked inexplicably: "...didn't you come back last night?"

Liang Su: "No."

Looking at Mr. Huo's face, he understood that he was afraid that he would share the bed with his grandson.

Liang Su thought it was funny, if the two of them were real, they would have slept countless times long ago, just to cover their ears and steal the bell.

But he didn't say anything, pretended not to understand anything, smiled innocently, and played the role of "preparing his daughter-in-law".

Huo Shize was not a fool either, so he naturally understood the meaning of Mr. Huo's words, and he clicked his tongue in his heart.

Inexplicably upset.

In the evening, Liang Su was washing dishes in the kitchen as usual, when he suddenly heard footsteps in the living room, someone sat down on the sofa, put his feet casually on the coffee table, and sighed comfortably, "Comfortable."

There is no doubt that the owner of this voice is Huo Shize.

Liang Su pretended not to hear, and continued to wash the dishes with his head down.

Seeing that there was no movement in the kitchen, Huo Shize grabbed the remote from the side and turned on the TV. The news broadcast sounded on the TV. He changed the channel at will and stopped on a shopping channel. I don't know if it was a coincidence that the shopping channel was selling laundry. Bowl machine, the beautiful hostess spoke passionately in a sweet voice:

"Only 998! Only 998! Bring home a good life! Take home with your hands free! You don't have to soak in the sink every day to wash dishes!"

Huo Shize laughed, threw the remote control aside, stopped changing channels, grabbed the washed apples on the fruit plate, ate them, and watched others advertise with relish.

Liang Su rolled his eyes.

But he didn't look back, when the people in the living room didn't exist, he mechanically repeated the action of washing dishes like a robot.

He was so calm, Huo Shize felt uncomfortable, squinted his eyes, grabbed the remote control again, and turned the volume to the maximum.

"Who still washes dishes by hand? Who else? Who? It's been 1202, who still washes dishes by hand? Doesn't the dishwasher smell good?!"

The voice of the hostess resounded throughout the house, like a ghost calling for death.

"..."

Liang Su thought to himself, luckily the house is soundproof, otherwise...

He had a deep reflection on himself today. He couldn't lower his level to play with the protagonist just because he looked like a primary school student. It was a waste of time.

Huo Shize stared at Liang Su's back, thinking that this man must be deaf, could he pretend not to hear?

But Liang Su's movements were clean, smooth and orderly, it really didn't look like he had heard it...

Huo Shize narrowed his eyes, stood up suspiciously, and walked behind him, "Hello."

Liang Su remained silent.

Huo Shize walked up to him again with a sense of presence, and Liang Su turned his head to look at him as if he had just seen him, "What's the matter?"

Huo Shize asked suspiciously, "Didn't you hear?"

Liang Su frowned, "What did you say?"

Huo Shize's voice became louder: "I asked you if you heard?"

Liang Su's brows and eyes furrowed deeper, and his voice became louder: "What did you say?"

Huo Shize: "..."

With a blank expression on his face, he stepped on his slippers and went to the living room to turn off the sound of the TV. Then he came back and said word by word: "I asked you just now, did you hear me?"

Liang Su listened quietly for a while, the air was so quiet that he could even hear a needle drop, he said with certainty:

"I heard nothing."

"..."

The anger in Huo Shize's eyes ignited again, like a glass of wine spilled into the fire, it crackled and burned more and more intensely, he gritted his teeth, and said viciously, "You're kidding me——"

Huo Shize felt that his condition was not very good.

combat state.

In the past, if he wanted to mess with someone, he could make that person cry and kowtow to plead guilty, just by moving a finger. He hated himself for offending him.

But he was repeatedly deflated in front of this person.

In front of others, he can keep his face unchanged when he is messing with people, but he gets angry easily in front of this person, and he can't hide his expression.

Too aggrieved, too aggrieved.

Oh shit.

Liang Su admired his expression, and suddenly smiled.

The smile this time is also a sincere smile, a happy smile.

... nice smile.

When Huo Shize was in a daze, the man with a pretty smile moved closer and whispered in his ear: "If you have so much free time, why don't you help me wash the dishes."

The author has something to say:

感谢在2021-11-2323:27:37~2021-11-2423:27:29期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: 1 when you have nothing to do;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 26593951, 20 bottles of the Tibetan name Thirty Spring in the restaurant; 3 bottles of eating claw drilling holes; 1 bottle of blowing through the courtyard;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!