Chapter 42 Epilogue: Young Jae Nanny

Zhi En is holding a piece of lilac petals falling in the wind and is answering the phone.A new desk has been added to the living room, and on it is a brand new laptop that Yingjae bought her as a Christmas present.Although the phone calls interrupted her work, for Ji-eun, Hye-jung's calls always make her happy. "Who? Ah~, I'm cleaning. Now is the best time for cleaning. The wind is cool and the sun is good." Zhi En was wearing a pair of big shorts, sitting on a chair, and said leisurely.No matter how you look at her, she doesn't look like cleaning. "Lift your feet."

It is none other than Youngjae who is cleaning.He was wearing a light yellow apron, with a towel wrapped around his head, and he was earnestly wiping the floor of the living room with a rag. "I'll let you lift your foot." He tapped Zhien's leg, raised his head, and looked at her with reproachful eyes.Zhi En raised a leg, and he wiped it carefully. "Lift this leg too." "Ah, it's almost enough..." Ji-eun grumbled and raised her other leg.She put both legs on Yingzai's back.If it was changed in the past, Yingzai would definitely be furious, but it was strange, he stretched his body under the table and wiped it non-stop.It feels good to put your feet on a man's strong back.Zhi En straightened her legs and changed into a more comfortable position.

"I heard that his new movie is about a male nanny. Ah, no, the details must be kept secret. Anyway, he is busy learning to do housework every day, and it is so noisy." "Didn't you say you liked my housework..." Yingzai seemed a little sad, and there were dissatisfied complaints from under the table.Zhi En's legs are strong, motioning him to be quiet, and then continue chatting with Hui Jing. "No, it's still far away. You need to practice excellent knife skills like a chef, but it takes him a day to cut an onion. Throughout ancient and modern times, men seem to be more familiar with knife skills, aren't they? Of course , the knife used for killing is different from the knife used for cooking..."

"Ah, women are so wordy." Youngjae grumbled, buried his head under the table, and wiped every corner carefully.At this time, he found a dusty silver coin in the corner.Suddenly, a harsh voice sounded. "What...marriage?" With luck, Yingzai got out from under the table, sat on the ground, and looked at Zhien eagerly.Her face was flushed, and it seemed that she was not talking about other people's marriages, but her own affairs. Zhien deliberately avoided Yingzai's expectant face, and blamed Huijing in a low voice, "Don't talk about this issue." "Hey, let's see his performance...I have to think about it."

Looking at the dejected Yingzai, Zhien made a gesture and asked him to wipe other places.Zhien felt uncomfortable with him listening to her phone by the side. He stood up angrily.According to Zhi En's instructions, he was about to wipe other places when he suddenly remembered something and put the five hundred yuan coin he picked up under the table just now into Zhi En's hand.He has such a character, as long as it is not his own, he will never put a coin in his hand.Zhi En looked at the coin in his palm, covered the microphone with his hand and said. "I'll give you a five-hundred-dollar kiss, okay?"

Yingzai laughed.He didn't seem to have such thoughts at all, he took off the towel tied around his head suddenly, smiled, bent down, and kissed Zhi En's lips gently. "How much is this kiss?" He retracted his lips and asked. "ten yuan." Zhi En replied without hesitation. "Then I have forty-nine more kisses?" "The speed of calculating money is really fast..." "It's our family tradition." After finishing speaking, he gave another "ten yuan". A "hehe" laugh spread from the middle of his lips. "How about four one-hundred-dollar ones first, and eight ten-dollar ones?"

"What...how can it be calculated like this..." "There's nothing wrong with it, so be it." Yingzai put Zhien's two arms on his shoulders, closed his eyes, and kissed tenderly. (full text)