I'm Not Shouldering This Blame [BL]

Ch. 163

Haicheng suburbs.

There are several big pits on the lawn and road outside. The water in the swimming pool next to the villa leaked along the road cracks.

Like the house experienced a small earthquake, items from high places fell to the ground. The furniture shifted while the originally piled up movies and fashion magazines lied together on the carpet, bound by deep emotions. A few chandeliers and pieces of vases were also mixed in.

Li Fei turned around, leaning against the door as he stopped midway.

On seeing Jian Hua's puzzled look, Li Fei silently stood on the spot for half a minute before reopening the door.

"We have a problem."

The BOSS who once had the power to "rule" the world, the head of a mysterious organization, the one who experienced thousands of difficulties, the one who participated in the national reconstruction work, the one who once toured the Middle East, the dessert and Europe; after a series of events like traveling to another world, void world and various big adventures, they'd go back home after treating their wounds. When they were about to face all office employees who didn't want to work, they were instead met with a crucial thing: Tidy up the house and clean it!

The movie star looked around and talked to himself, "Should I call my life assistant?"

"You have two life assistants. One is the staff provided by Star Entertainment. He's responsible for buying items for you and also a part-time housekeeper. However, right now, the outside is still restoring order. He hadn't worked for two months, and the status of Star Entertainment is unknown." Jian Hua paused and slowly spoke, "Your second life assistant and also your bodyguard seems to be me."

"......"

Lying on the sofa and watching his lover wipe the window and sweep the floor without lifting a hand?

Run errands, throw out the garbage, and lightly clean?

Give up and stop bothering about it then just live in the ruins?

——no matter which of the above, there's the danger of being dumped on the spot!

Li Fei lived in a boarding school for a long time when he was a teenager. Cooking rice, washing dishes, doing laundry and cleaning was not a problem. But since he became rich, he didn't have to do housework for many years.

"How do you think we should we organize?" Li Fei quickly added the subject to show his attitude.

Jian Hua didn't have to think about it, "Throw away the damaged things first."

There's not much dust on the furniture because before leaving the house, the New Year's shooting incident happened. Their return date was uncertain, so the furniture and electrical appliances are covered with white cloths to prevent dust.

Li Fei obediently rolled the white cloth. When he removed the one over the wardrobe, the white cloths on the whole living room are already gone, piled up in a corner with Jian Hua removing the dust from his hands.

The washing machine was quickly filled up.

After vacuuming the stairs and turning around, they found a small crack on the second-floor wall.

For sorting the collapsed bookshelves, this sort of terrible work, Jian Hua decisively shut the study door and temporarily ignored it.

Li Fei leaned on the cloakroom door next to his master bedroom, looking at the messy things on the hanger. There are also sloping hangers and broken glass cabinets. Inside are watches, cufflinks, collar clips, and other valuables. Everything was broken and in disorder. Even for Li Fei, he felt a peculiar twitch in his heart at the thought of money flying away.