Jane Sampson huffed and tossed Jas Black’s phone onto the bed, "He really is a scam artist!"
After cursing, Jane Sampson tried once more and re-entered Jas Black’s birthday, but it wasn’t correct either.
Jane Sampson thought that with Jas Black’s intelligence, he probably wouldn’t set it to six ones or a sequence, right? To avoid being caught, Jane Sampson didn’t continue trying.
"321203."
Suddenly, Jas Black’s voice ca from the doorway, and Jane Sampson almost dropped his phone to the ground in fright.
Seeing Jane Sampson sitting there dumbfounded, Jas Black sneered and stepped inside, "With such a rabbit’s gall, you shouldn’t always think about doing these things."
"..." Jane Sampson blinked her eyes pretending to be dumb in front of Jas Black.
"Clean up and co out for breakfast. After breakfast, we’ll head to the supermarket," Jas Black urged Jane Sampson.
Only then did Jane Sampson scurry into the public restroom, where she found that Jas Black had already prepared the toothpaste for her.
When daddy Black becos considerate, it’s quite frightening.
Jane Sampson muttered to herself and then happily enjoyed this bit of thoughtfulness from Jas Black.
Because her right hand was not functioning well, even the small task of washing her face was done with Jas Black’s help. He wrung out her towel and hung it back in place, then led Jane Sampson out of the bedroom to the dining hall for a al.
There was nothing in the house to cook for breakfast, so breakfast was brought back by Jas Black after his morning jog: soy milk, buns, and a serving of salted egg and lean at porridge.
While watching Jas Black fetching the tableware and serving the porridge, Jane Sampson curiously asked, "What did you an by 321203 just now? Why does that number sound familiar on first hearing it?"
Jas Black paused his actions, glanced at Jane Sampson with a curious face, and replied, "Mobile phone password."
"I don’t believe it. You’re just trying to scam . If you were really kind enough to tell , you wouldn’t have set a password," Jane Sampson expressed with an ’I’m so smart’ look, utterly self-satisfied, "I’m not falling for that!"
"Believe it or not, it’s up to you," Jas Black didn’t bother to explain and then pushed the bowl towards Jane Sampson, "Finish up and change clothes; we’re going to the supermarket to buy so vegetables."
"Why buy vegetables?" Jane Sampson blurted out, "You’re going back to the guard team by tomorrow morning at the latest, and I can’t cook for myself in this state. Buying vegetables would be a waste."
"Did I tell you I was returning to the guard team tomorrow morning?" Jas Black asked with a displeased tone.
Jane Sampson’s heart skipped a beat, huh, which sentence had just irritated Chief Black?
So moody early in the morning?
"Then are you returning after eating dinner tonight or before?" If it wasn’t tomorrow morning, then it had to be today – Jane Sampson considered this a matter of course.
"Next week," Jas Black put down his chopsticks on the tabletop, "I’m on vacation for one week."
After saying this, his gaze stayed on Jane Sampson’s face, trying to find so reaction to the news that he wouldn’t be returning until next week.
In fact, Jane Sampson did not disappoint him, her face truly did resemble soone struck by lightning.
Or rather, a face that had seen a ghost.
And indeed, that’s exactly what Jane Sampson was thinking.
A man who never takes vacations now suddenly says he’s taking one for a week?
If that’s not seeing ghosts, what is?
"You couldn’t possibly be taking a week off just to take care of , could you?" Jane Sampson produced this thought in her mind because one week was approximately the ti it would take for her hand to heal.
Jas Black silently split half of a vegetable bun into Jane Sampson’s bowl and, without a reply, lowered his head and started eating his breakfast.
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