PFC Chapter 995 Warm, warm
Chapter 995 Warm, warm
Huo Yan hung up the phone and threw it on the bed. She continued to stare at the cupboard, thinking in her mind, where did she put her clothes?
Unable to find it, he walked out again and stood upstairs and asked loudly:
"Zhuang Zhoucheng, where did you put my change of clothes?"
"Wait a minute, I'll get it for you."
Zhuang Zhoucheng carried his daughter upstairs and left the clothes with her.
They were put together several days ago, but she was never allowed to touch them, so she didn't know about it.
"Clothes you wear at home, all the clean ones are here, and clothes you wear when you go out are here. Over there are your sportswear, and your underwear is over here. Remember, don't rummage around again if you can't find it next time, okay?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng held his daughter in one hand and pointed at his wife with the other.
Everything is categorized and kept very neatly organized. This man has typical obsessive-compulsive disorder and he doesn't allow the room to be messy at all.
Huo Yan often throws away clothes and towels a second ago, and then goes back to get them, but they are gone. This makes me feel like I am losing things.
Regarding this matter, Zhuang Zhoucheng also has something to say. He thinks this woman is still immature. She always puts things in a mess. He tells her where to put the same kind of things many times.
But she just wouldn't listen and continued to throw things around.
He couldn't bear to see her throwing things around, so of course he had to collect them. Was he going to put them there for exhibition?
Zhuang Zhou admitted that it was true, and Huo Yan nodded reluctantly.
She felt that this person was very serious every time telling her about something, but when she needed to get something, he would move to another place, so she just let his seriousness go and would just call him when she couldn't find anything.
When Zhuang Zhoucheng waited for Huo Yan to come out of the bathroom, he knew that she couldn't find a towel to wipe her hair. Towels had to be washed every day before being brought into the bathroom, but today she had just come back from outside, and the towels she needed were still hanging on the balcony on the second floor.
When Huo Yan entered the bathroom, Zhuang Zhoucheng held his daughter and took in the towels, bath towels and their clothes.
The servants in the new building are only responsible for the gardening and maintenance of the garden, as well as the cleaning of the new building.
For things like the master's clothes, servants don't need to handle them unless there are special clothes that need to be handled separately.
There are only two servants working here, one in the kitchen and the other in charge of cleaning.
Don’t think that there are many people at home during this period. Once the baby grows up a little and the nutritionist and two caregivers leave, there will be fewer people in the new building. At that time, Huo Yan will have to do many things by himself.
Zhuang Zhoucheng came in with a towel warmed by the sun, put his daughter on her crib, and then folded the clothes and put them in the cupboard, along with incense and other things.
Huo Yan has a sensitive nose, so if clothes have a smell, he basically won't wear them.
"Zhuang Zhoucheng, where did you put the towel?"
As expected, Huo Yan shouted from inside.
Zhuang Zhoucheng knocked on the door with a towel, and Huo Yan quickly spoke;
"Don't come in. Just stand there and let me get it. I'm not dressed yet."
Zhuang Zhoucheng stood at the door as he was told. Soon the door opened a crack, and Huo Yan's little face, which was red from the heat, appeared. She stretched out her wet hand, took the towel, and then closed the door.
"Thank you, Mr. Zhuang." Huo Yan shouted muffledly from inside.
Zhuang Zhoucheng adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner and entertained his daughter. Huo Yan came out and Zhuang Zhoucheng said sideways:
"come over."
Huo Yan walked towards Zhuang Zhoucheng with water on her head. Zhuang Zhoucheng kicked the candy-colored plastic stool at his feet, and Huo Yan sat down directly. Zhuang Zhoucheng took a towel to wipe her hair. Everything was so natural and there was no sense of incongruity.
Zhuang Zhoucheng said in a low voice:
"Get a haircut this weekend. It's too hot."
"Oh that's fine."
Huo Yan doesn’t care, long or short is fine.
Once your hair is almost dry, blow dry it.
Huo Yan pushed Zhuang Zhoucheng and said:
"Can't you just use some cold air? It's so hot."
"The cold wind gives me a headache. How can you use the cold wind when you are so hot?" Zhuang Zhoucheng whispered.
Huo Yan lay on Zhuang Zhoucheng's legs, occasionally reaching out to tease his daughter.
The crib was a bit high, and Huo Yan couldn't reach the little girl if he lay down. So, he was rude and reached out to pull his daughter's clothes towards him.
She didn't know what she was pulling at, so she tilted her head upwards and looked at her daughter, her agate eyes meeting hers.
Huo Yan smiled at his daughter, but the child didn't give him face. Her chubby face wrinkled and she burst into tears.
The next moment, Zhuang Zhoucheng flicked his finger on the back of Huo Yan's head. Huo Yan screamed in pain, turned around and glared at Zhuang Zhoucheng.
"What are you doing?"
"You treat Seventeen as a doll, don't you?"
Still dragging it out?!
The child is alive and she also feels pain. You little beast, is this what a mother should do?
Huo Yan gritted his teeth and said, "I just want to see her."
Zhuang Zhoucheng gently patted his daughter's back with his side hand, and the little baby gradually stopped crying. She rolled over and away from her mother, thinking that her mother was not a good person.
The little girl rolled over and couldn't move anymore. She lay on the bed, humming, probably trying hard to get up. When she couldn't get up, she just stopped moving. She opened her mouth and bit the quilt, humming softly. No matter how her mother tried to tease her, she didn't pay any attention.
Huo Yan felt depressed. She had only been away for two days, and the little girl had been taught bad things by her father. It seemed that she had to take her daughter with her when she went out in the future, so that her father would not provoke the relationship between them.
Zhuang Zhoucheng blew on Huo Yan's hair and smoothed it gently. Such good hair was not cut during the confinement period. Wouldn't it be a pity to cut it now?
"Mr. Zhuang, are you ready?"
Huo Yan was sweating all over and his back was wet. Well, this bath was in vain.
"It's almost done, no rush." Zhuang Zhoucheng said calmly.
Huo Yan rolled her eyes. Yes, he didn’t need to be anxious, but she was.
After blowing her hair, Zhuang Zhoucheng stroked Huo Yan's long hair and whispered:
"Can I braid your hair?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng saw her casually styling her hair at noon and thought it looked good. He had never seen her braid her hair before, so it was a novelty to see it for the first time.
"Ah."
Huo Yan reached for her hair, but Zhuang Zhoucheng pulled her hand away and loosely grasped her shiny black hair, somewhat reluctant to let go. He whispered:
"Bao, how about we not cut it?"
If you braid your hair, it won’t be too hot unless you cover your neck with it.
Zhuang Zhoucheng was imitating Huo Yan's gestures and fixing her hair, while asking:
"Is that right? Just keep going around and around."
"Ah."
Huo Yan lay on Zhuang Zhoucheng's legs with his head drooping and his hands hanging down.
Zhuang Zhoucheng wove it very carefully, mastering it in one go. After finishing it, he unwound it and whispered:
"Bao, how about we make two?"
"Village girl's braids?" Huo Yan muttered.
"Two of them are called this?"
Zhuang Zhoucheng frowned slightly. Such a cute braid, why did it have such a tacky name?
"I'm just kidding." Huo Yan snorted, "Give me the phone."