Hey mom, are you online? Are you done with your work? — Little Protein Prince.
Finished, oh, your brother is blow-drying my hair, my hands are free, perfect for playing gas. — Princess Egg-Yolk.
In the whole world, only you can treat him like the Chief Steward. — Little Protein Prince.
Jane Sampson burst out laughing, patting Jas Black’s arm, cheekily saying loudly to Jas Black, "Peter Gingery says you’re the Chief Steward."
"Am I or not, you know best." Jas Black sneered, "I’ll deal with him when we get back."
Jane Sampson seriously thought about it, nodded her head, "You are indeed!"
He packs her luggage, handles her three als a day, manages what she wears, what she drinks, and even blow-dries her hair.
"Am I?" Jas Black’s voice raised slightly, "Jane Sampson, say again whether I am or not."
Jane Sampson froze, how does this tone seem a bit displeased.
Could it be that this question has a hidden answer?
A few seconds later.
Jane Sampson’s eyeballs swiftly turned, repeatedly shaking her head to redy, "Of course, you’re not."
Jas Black is a true man.
Yes, at this point, he’s right, she knows best.
She truly knows him best!
Who told her about that aspect!
Jas Black finished blow-drying Jane Sampson’s hair, and Jane hadn’t finished a ga yet. Jas Black didn’t rush her either and went to the bathroom himself.
When he erged from the bathroom, Jane Sampson was still holding the phone fighting and killing.
"We’ll drive tomorrow," Jas Black lied beside her and spoke.
"Oh, oh, left side! Left side! Wet nurse! Wet nurse! Quickly nurse !" Jane Sampson’s eyes did not shift, her mouth seed to agree with Jas Black or maybe not.
Jas Black wasn’t angry though; Jane Sampson only has this hobby, which he can tolerate.
After finishing the ga, putting down the mobile phone and flicking her wrist, Jas Black asked her again, "Changed to a different ga?"
"Yeah, just now on a whim, I played an old ga, my hands were rusty, wiped out in less than three minutes." Jane Sampson presented her wrist to Jas Black, "My hands are sore from playing, quickly rub them for ."
It truly is, the first ti raw, second ti inclined, by the third ti proficient beyond belief.
She doesn’t even need Jas Black to speak, simply reaches out for service.
Jas Black glanced at her fair little hand, reached out and gave it a gentle yet firm rub.
"By the way, did you just say we are driving tomorrow morning? I’ll tell Brother Jas Carter about it." Jane Sampson said.
"I’ve already told him," Jas Black nodded, "Your script wraps up filming tonight, likely there’ll be lots of waiting journalists, probably more at the airport than high-speed train station."
"You’re right." Jane Sampson nodded repeatedly.
On Twitter, there are still a lot of fans comnting on Jane Sampson’s last wrap-up photo. It’s only been two or three hours, but the number of retweets has gone over 100,000.
Her fans’ activity level is increasing.
The next morning, Jane Sampson woke up without needing Jas Black to call her.
A biological clock only takes seven days to form.
For nine consecutive days waking up this early, Jane Sampson opened her eyes at this ti point.
Only because they were driving themselves and didn’t need to hurry, Jane Sampson lingered in Jas Black’s arms and didn’t get up.
Jas Carter didn’t leave with Jane Sampson.
Jas Black drove a car taking Jane Sampson, while Jas Carter’s assistant drove Jas Carter’s own car taking Jas Carter away.
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