Banned from marriage for 100 days, hateful imperial dictatorship

  No Fatso's voice for half a day, Xiao Xiao turned back in slight confusion.

  Only saw the latter, with a stupid face, in that Alzheimer's disease.

  "If you're free, would you mind throwing away the trash?" Xiao Xiao was someone who couldn't stay idle and didn't tolerate idleness around her either.

  "Yè Zhǐ, you seem like a completely different person."

  "People are good at changing, right?" Xiaoxiao replied casually, stepping onto the table to grab a vase from the high cabinet, watching as Pangzi's face turned pale with cold sweat.

  "These chores, I used to do them all before. Didn't you say that your hands are for designing great buildings and can't be tainted by such mundane things, so everything has to be pushed onto others?"

  "I have hands and feet of my own, why should I need others' help?"

  "But you've always lived like this, can't even wash your own clothes?"

  "After being stunned for a long time, he smiled and said: 'You know what? I suddenly realized that people should be down-to-earth and live a simple life. And since I'm not disabled, there's no reason to let others help me.'"

  Xiao Xiao wiped away a bead of sweat and said softly: "I don't want to rely on anyone else either."

  It's unclear whether it was the little words that moved the fatty, but he rolled up his sleeves and joined in, with the two of them sweating profusely as they cleaned the house until it was spotless.

  The design room is not very big, but it's well partitioned. The front part is for designing and drafting, while the back has a small resting area for people to take a break.

  She took a quick look around the house and found some clothes, daily necessities, and the rest were all piles of design drafts that she couldn't understand.

  Xiaoxiao doesn't understand these things, but it seems that Ye Zhi should like designing very much. The bookshelf is full of design books, and the well-designed drafts are carefully bound into a volume and placed on the innermost layer of the bookcase.

  Chubby looked at it with relish, suddenly, he pulled out one of them and said in surprise: "Ye Zhi! You, how many faces do you have that I don't know about?"

  "What's wrong now?" Xiaoxiao couldn't stand Pangzi's sudden surprises.

  "This, this is actually designed by you?"

  "Really?" Xiaoxiao took a design draft from Pangu's hand, which was a finished product draft. It was clear that the design was an office building. Xiaoxiao flipped it over and looked at it several times, but didn't see anything worth shouting about.

  "Yes, I designed everything here." Little fatty said with a smile.