Jerónimo Orihuela heard the sound of water running through here and couldn’t help but ask: “Boss, what are you doing?”.
Jerónimo Orihuela actually meant: “If you are free, could you come back with the group?
Montrelle Herran, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder as she washed the dishes, said in a light voice, “I’m busy, I’m washing the dishes.”
Jerónimo Orihuela thought his ears were misplaced, what, washing dishes?
The boss had been living away from home for three years, thought he was working on some big project unbeknownst to everyone in the Herran family, but half the time he was washing dishes….
Montrelle Herran happens to wash dishes …
“If there is nothing else, I hang up.”
Jerónimo Orihuela was mercilessly hanged by someone who was washing the dishes.
Jerónimo Orihuela looked at the phone screen and really thought about some bullshit, after all this, the BOSS wouldn’t have gone to some kind of makeover makeover program, would he?
The man who used to keep his hands out of the water and even stayed away from the kitchen is now washing the dishes…!
The sky …
Here, Montrelle Herran had just hung up the phone when Claudio Belles walked into the kitchen, threw his arms around her waist from behind, looked at her with a crooked little face and said, “Honey, I’ll do it, you’ve had a long day of work.”
“You’ve been working all day too, go rest, I’m your man, it’s only fair that I share your chores.”
Claudio Belles blushed a little, what kind of husband she had married, the luckiest thing she had ever done in her life was to marry Montrelle Herran.
He was a good worker, a handsome man and helped his wife around the house.
Many husbands could not do that.
You often hear married women at work complaining that after a long day at work they have to come home and do the housework, but their husbands just sit on the couch watching TV and reading the cell phone like gentlemen, not even trying to help, let alone share the housework.
In fact, sometimes when two people are together, a wife doesn’t necessarily want her husband to really help her with the housework, she just wants the man to have the right attitude, rather than thinking that all the housework should be done by the woman.
Montrelle Herran, on the other hand, clearly loves her.
Claudius Belles rubbed against her broad back and said with a happy face, “You are very kind, husband.”
Montrelle Herran grabbed her by the wrist with his detergent-soaked hand and pulled her to him, his dark eyes burning as he looked at her, “I don’t accept verbal compliments.”
Claudius Belles blushed and nodded his chin shyly, “… good.”
She remembered when she was newly married, when Montrelle Herran had done something for her, she had always said thank you, and Montrelle Herran had always said that she did not accept verbal compliments, Claudio Belles was still confused and did not understand Montrelle Herran’s routine, and only in the evening did he realize that Montrelle Herran was referring to giving back.
But why, after three years of marriage and three years of sleeping with her, was he still interested in her?
Montrelle Herran, seeing her blushing, looked down and kissed her on the cheek, “We’ll take Ting Chuan to school together in the morning, and I’ll drop you off so you don’t have to squeeze the subway, huh?”
“It’s not convenient, it’s not in the same direction, it’s not good if you’re late.”
“Good girl, don’t reject me.”
The man’s tone was a bit sappy, with a touch of domineering and irresistible, and Claudio Belles couldn’t stand it that way.
“… It’s okay.” Claudius Belles looked up and arched an eyebrow at him.
…
The next morning, Montrelle Herran took Angelo Herran to school with Claudio Belles.
When they arrived at the nursery, they got out of the car and met Mr. and Mrs. Carda, with whom they had had a problem yesterday.
The fact that Mr. and Mrs. Carda had suffered yesterday at the hands of Adán Rouco did not mean that they were afraid of Montrelle Herran and Claudio Belles, who were “impotent”.
“Honey, it was their son who hit our Lucio!”.
Pueblo Lucio, who unconsciously looked at the car driven by Montrelle Herran, had a flash of contempt and disdain in his eyes.
Heh, a VW, a cheaply priced car, a soft touch at first glance.
Vidal Carda scoffed, “I can’t believe your son can afford to go to a foreign language kindergarten when your family is so poor, it’s not easy for you and your wife to save money to send your son to school. But educate your son well, so that he won’t go to such an expensive kindergarten and misbehave, that would be wasting your partner’s effort.”
Claudio Belles was exasperated, Montrelle Herran had already dragged his wife behind him, how could she be the one to take the blame for such a thing.
Montrelle Herran stared at Vidal Carda and said in a cold voice: “You don’t care if my son becomes a man or not, but my son never hits people indiscriminately, my son reasoned with me, but of course, if the other person is unreasonable, he will have to settle it with his fists.”
“You! You mean my son is unreasonable?”
Montrelle Herran did not bother with him, and her dark eyes scanned the man’s badge on his chest, an officer of an institution, Vidal Carda, deputy director.
A small assistant principal, so despondent that he had to wear his work badge around his neck when he sent his children to school in the morning.
Vidal Carda … was remembered.
Mrs. Carda looked sideways at Claudio Belles and said with a flourish, “What a man for a man, so poor, so poor that his children are not worthy of a place in the world, doing all the stealing!”
Claudio Belles became furious: “What are you talking about?”.
It’s fine to talk about her, but talking about her husband and child is a violation of her boundaries!
Angelo Herrán, carrying his small school bag, deliberately fanned the air around him, “This old broad stinks of talk!”
As soon as Mrs. Carda heard that Angelo Herran had called her an old aunt, she was immediately disgusted!
“Boy, where am I when I’m old!”
Said Angelo Herrán with special glee: “You are not old compared to an old grandmother, but you are too old compared to a great beauty like my mother, both have had children, but you are blossoming and my mother still looks like a schoolgirl, my mother is just prettier and younger than you, dad, do you think I’m right?”
Montrelle Herran had a dark gleam in his eyes, his thin lips curved into a slight smile, his dark eyes looked somberly at his petite wife and rubbed his son’s head, “That’s right.”
Mrs. Carda became furious and stomped her foot, “Honey! Look what bullies they are.”
“Poor people like them, why should we bother with them!”.
…
After dropping Angelo Herran off at daycare, Montrelle Herran and Claudio Belles got back in the car.
Claudio Belles looked at the time on his watch, “It’s late, will you have time to go to work after dropping me off at the office?”.
“I’ll make it. Besides, my boss is very nice to me, it’s okay to be a little late, it won’t affect the perfect attendance award.”
Claudio Belles smiled sweetly and looked at her husband with an adoring expression, “You’re great, honey.”
“I’d be happier if you said that to me in bed.”
With a hint of mockery in his eyes, the man sneered and Claudio Belles’ face burned red.
“You rascal! Drive or you’ll be very late.”
The white Volkswagen, joined the traffic.
As they arrived at the office door, Claudio Belles smiled and said, “Honey, I’m going to work, you don’t need to pick up Angelo and me after work, you can go home.”
Montrelle Herran took her little hand, “Honey, aren’t you forgetting something?”.
Claudio Belles, red-eared, pressed his soft lips together and lightly kissed Montrelle Herran on the lips, before rushing out of the car and rushing like a man possessed into the company building.
Montrelle Herran looked at the slender figure, brushed her lips with her long fingers and smiled sweetly.
He then picked up his cell phone and called Jeronimo Orihuela.
“Go run an errand for me.”
“Say hello to the board of health, there is a man named Vidal Carda, of bad character.”
Jerónimo Orihuela froze: “Boss, has this Vidal Carda pissed you off?
Montrelle Herran looked in the rearview mirror of his car and with one hand straightened the tie that Mrs. Carda had put on him. The man has poor morals and is not fit to lead.”
Jerónimo Orihuela over there, out of breath, Mrs. Montrelle?
Who is Mrs. Montrelle … BOSS is married?
How come I didn’t know that?