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"I …" Qiao Anjiao looked at him with a wronged expression. After being glanced at by him, he immediately retracted his gaze. Even if he were to kneel, he would have to finish walking the path he had chosen. This time, he was really kneeling …

Then, at a leisurely pace, he said, "Just kneel down and I'll satisfy your mind and let you go to work."

Joanna broke down, cursing inwardly: Fu Siming, are you a demon! If you make me kneel for one night, then I won't be lame anymore!

"How is it?"

As he looked at Fu Siming's smug expression, which made him think that she would retreat in the face of difficulties, Qiao Anzhi grit his teeth and kneeled down!

She had to go all out against him. In order to be free, she was willing to risk everything!

"Alright, I will keep my word!" Qiao Anxiao looked up, his eyes filled with stubbornness and persistence.

Fu Siming narrowed his eyes. Very good, very determined. He picked up another document and continued flipping through it.

Qiao Anyun had already silently criticized Fu Siming a million times in his heart. He gritted his teeth and continued to kneel. As long as he kept his word, there was hope for freedom of work.

He had been looking down at the papers, not even looking up, let alone at Joanna.

He didn't know how long he knelt for. At first, he could still feel pain, but later, his knees became numb. She could not bear it any longer, so she moved a little, patting her leg.

Fu Siming's sharp gaze immediately fell on her, and Joanna was so frightened that she fell to her knees.

Qiao Anzhi complained in his heart.

This man did this, it was simply mistreatment! She actually abused her wife. She was truly too pitiful. Sob, sob …

However, she would not give up so easily!

Joanna knelt straight and looked up at him with an unyielding expression. Even if he didn't look at her, she would have used her eyes to convey her thoughts.

From the corner of his eyes, Fu Siming noticed that she was still trying to be brave even though she could no longer hold on. He thought to himself: When did this woman become so stubborn?

Her determined eyes, her tightly clenched lower lip, her slightly trembling legs …

There was some emotion in Fu Siming's eyes, but it only lasted for a moment.

Even if he let Joanna go to work, he was sure that she wouldn't be able to hold on for long before she gave up. She was Joanna.

With her personality, she was fired by her superior before she could do anything.

"Cough …" With a light cough, Fu Siming stood up. He passed by Qiao Yifan and said in a light tone, "Get up and go back to your room."

"What do you mean?" Joanna bit her lip. She raised her head with difficulty to look at Fu Siming and stubbornly shook her head. It was like, I can't give up halfway.

After a long while, he slowly lifted his lips and said, "Your comprehension ability really needs to be improved."

Hm?

"You … "You agreed to it?" Joanna thought this was incredible.

Seeing the woman's blank look, Fu Siming frowned. He then pointed at the washboard and scolded, "If you like it, you can continue to kneel."

"I don't like it!"

Seeing this, the woman was elated and immediately wanted to stand up. Only then did she realize that her legs were weak and her knees were numb. She was completely unable to move.

Furthermore, every time she moved, her knees would hurt so much that she couldn't stand it anymore. His eyes gradually reddened, and he looked at Fu Siming with an aggrieved expression. Tears rolled down his face.

"Self-inflicted."

As the man spoke, he looked indifferent. The next moment, he bent down, picked up Qiao Anxiao, and headed straight for her room.

After placing Joanna on the bed, Fu Siming turned around and left.

Looking at his back, Qiao Anyan silently cursed, "Fake good intentions!" Inhumane! Mad Wife! She had used all the words she could think of to scold him.

After a while there was a knock on the door. It was a maid.

"Madam, I'm here to drug you." The maid took out the ointment, walked to the bedside, and squatted down to look at the woman's swollen and red knees, then applied the ointment to her.

"Thank you …"

It was better to be a servant, knowing how to feel for her.

The maid smiled and said:

"Actually... It was Teacher who asked me to come. "

Fu Siming?

He heard the maid say: "Ah, sir, I do care about my wife. "It's just that …" The maid said nothing more, thinking that now his wife had changed too, and that the past was no longer mentioned.

After applying the ointment, there was a refreshing feeling that eased the swelling and pain on his knees. Johansson pursed his lips, and the curses he felt toward the maid were much less.

Forget it. After all, she had let him down in the past. She could only admit defeat!