Although it sounds cool to talk about it, this method of losing weight is really not something that ordinary people can bear. Even a woman like her who is good at enjoying hardships can find it difficult to comfort herself.

Tired, I just feel tired, my whole body feels like it is falling apart. In addition, I have moved all day a few days ago and my waist has not recovered from the pain from being hit. Instead, I feel even more tired than that night.

The stomach was still empty, and the bit of bread had long been digested. Hunger made one feel dizzy. What was even more frightening was that the long-lost stomach pain seemed to be coming back. The pain was quite uncomfortable.

I wanted to run into the kitchen to steal something to eat, but found that the kitchen was locked. I wanted to cry without tears.

I could only pick up the wiping cloth again, repeat the wiping action mechanically, and tried to doze off while wiping. The result of multitasking was that I was carrying clean water up to the second floor. I was so sleepy that the bucket hit the handrail.

, I suddenly missed it, and the bucket rolled down, and the ground was covered with water, and the carpet was also wet.

Mu Baoer stared blankly at the mess all over the ground, feeling dumbfounded.

Shit, before the task was completed, a new task was added. The entire carpet must be washed again, otherwise the man will expose her skin tomorrow.

Mu Baoer walked down weakly, dragging his tired body, and moved the heavy furniture with difficulty, trying to roll up the carpet, but the furniture was made of solid wood and was very heavy, and he couldn't move it for a long time.

Stomach pain, fatigue, and anger all came over her at once, and she couldn't help but squat on the ground in frustration, hugging her knees, and burying her head in them.

It was late at night and everyone was sleeping comfortably in their beds. She was almost exhausted and had to continue working. Her chest felt as if it was blocked.

Feeling wronged? Yes, she felt very wronged. Did she want to cry? Yes, she wanted to cry.

But if there is no one to comfort you when you feel wronged, and if there is no one to wipe away your tears when you cry, then these two behaviors will only make you feel more uncomfortable.

"Mu Bao'er, why are you crying?" Han Lie stood on the stairs at some point, wearing pajamas, watching her squatting on the ground coldly, sarcastically, "Who are you showing this grievance to? You really think you are a treasure.

When you feel a little wronged, you pretend to be bright and sad."

The cold voice reached Mu Baoer's ears, and Mu Baoer cursed in his heart a scumbag.

Staying up in the middle of the night and coming to check on the post. Is there such a perverted person?

"Who's crying? I was just dozing off. It's not illegal." Mu Baoer raised his head expressionlessly, without a single tear in his eyes.

In fact, I just had a stomachache and wanted to take a rest, but this bastard caught me.

When her stomach hurts, she will feel cold and trembling all over. She has developed a habit since she was a child of hugging herself into a ball when she is in pain. This way the pain seems to be relieved, otherwise the pain will last for a long time.

Han Lie stared into her eyes, and he thought she was crying. The last time he was tortured by him to move potted flowers all night, she didn't cry, and now she was tortured until her face turned blue and she didn't show weakness.

His heart suddenly felt unspeakably irritable. Why did he always resist him? Couldn't he be more gentle?

"Napping is not allowed during working hours. It seems that no one is watching you, so you can just be lazy."

She didn't stop working all day, and she even called her lazy, you bastard.

Mu Baoer stood up weakly, picked up the rag and continued wiping.
Chapter completed!