wife addiction

"My gardener is going back to my hometown next month. I want you to take over his job and help me manage the flowers and plants. If you get paid," he paused and stood up, "the salary will be adjusted according to your performance, so It won't be very high at first, but as long as you work hard, you will definitely get a good salary..."

"What?" I was a little surprised.

Let me, a person who only sticks in piles of books since childhood, plant flowers and plants, does this person have a brain?

I shook my head: "You'd better find someone else, I won't."

"You don't believe my judgment?" He smiled again, "I've seen so many people, and none of them are wrong. Since I asked you to help me manage the flowers and plants, it is because I see that you have this potential, and , I’ve already had someone move your things there, so you should give me some face.”

Moved my stuff?

After hearing the second half of his sentence, I almost jumped up.

Why is this person so arbitrary, he decides what other people think casually.

"You move my things back! I don't want to plant any flowers!"

I clenched my fists and glared at him, but he ignored my anger, took my hand and walked out.

"I just want you to do me a favor, don't be so angry, don't you have the heart to watch those beautiful flowers and plants die because no one takes care of them?"

"You won't find someone else?"

I wanted to withdraw my hand, but he held it tightly, and I could only follow his steps forward.

"I don't have so much time, besides, since you have this ability, why should I find someone else? Sigh, being a doctor is too busy, and sometimes I struggle to go to the doctor when I get sick." He turned his head and smiled at me miserably. "So, please take pity on me and my flowers and plants."

He doesn't seem to be lying, and he doesn't look as bad as I thought, and he said that I have the ability to grow flowers and plants, which means that I am not useless, right?

I didn't say anything, and I didn't resist anymore. Perhaps, I can bid farewell to yesterday's sadness and walk towards a new world.

But, can I really do a good job in managing flowers and plants?

He took me for a long walk before finally reaching the gate of his house.

My leg was about to break, and I sat down on the stone pier in front of the door, no matter how he pulled it, I didn't even want to get up.

He didn't take so many buses, but dragged me for three hours. Isn't this person too stingy?

I'm a little worried about my salary.

Will he ignore his words and not pay me a salary then?If you don't pay me, what will I eat?

"Can't walk anymore?" He smiled and walked for three hours, still as if nothing happened.

I saw his smile and really wanted to tear off his annoying smile.

Turn your head away and ignore him!

I walked like a race for three hours, it's no wonder I can move!

"If you really can't walk anymore, I have no choice but to carry you into the house." He smiled again, and there was a trace of bad water in his smile.

"Can't you rest for a while before leaving?"

I am very disgusted with his suggestion. Isn't he making fun of my poor physique in a disguised form?

You wait, one day I will make fun of you like this!

"Didn't you just say, I'm busy."

He looked at his watch and sighed.

"I'm going to go to the doctor again soon."

"You are very busy, why don't you take a taxi and come back?"

I just thought this guy was just sick.

"Isn't it because I can stay with you for a while?" He didn't smile this time, and there was some grievance in his eyes.

"In order to stay with me for a while longer?" I sneered, "I don't know what about me deserves your attention."

"Can't you be more polite when you speak?" He turned his head and smiled, took my hand and continued to walk forward. I couldn't break free, so I had to endure the pain in my leg and stumbled after me.

I gritted my teeth and cursed secretly, does this bastard really have a grudge against me?

I remember that when I went back last time, I only passed through a small corner gate. Why did I have to walk such a long way this time?

Was he trying to tire me out?

We walked through a courtyard, and another, and finally walked along the veranda to a room that looked like a drawing room.

These houses are all Chinese-style buildings, and the decorations in the houses are no exception.

As soon as I entered the door, I spotted a carved wooden chair and sat on it. Zong Xian took out paper and pens from the study next door and put them in front of me.

When I saw it, it was a resume.