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Chapter 604
Jacob said, “If you can do a correct question, I will help you.”
Irene looked at the ten questions in earnest, except for the last one, which had a little bit of his own insight. The other questions are completely laymen.
Irene cried and said, “This person must be a lunatic. How else would it be difficult for me to be a genius? As the saying goes, genius is on the left and lunatic is on the right, and genius and lunatic are clearly people in two worlds——”
Jacob whizzed: “I wrote this question.”
Irene swallowed, and the conversation turned from contempt and disdain to flattery. “President, your IQ is so high that I can’t wait for the general public! No wonder I can’t do these questions, President, why don’t you call me?”
Jacob said: “Huh? Didn’t you say that I am a lunatic?”
“President, madman is synonymous with genius.”
Jacob’s face was black and he pushed his wheelchair out.
Irene let out a long breath!
That night, Irene set up a lamp to fight at night, while Jacob was sitting in a wheelchair, reading a book while watching her.
When the needle passed twelve o’clock, Jacob could not bear it, and shouted at her: “I want to sleep.”
Irene came to an epiphany, her job was to serve this ancestor.
She walked out of the ear room with a look of regret and said: “President, I’m sorry, I was negligent.”
When she was about to carry him to the bed, Jacob temporarily changed his mind, “I want to take a shower first.”
Irene: “…”
Jacob looked at her who was bewildered, her charming peachy eyes filled with grievances, “I haven’t washed it for a long time.”
A big man, especially a big man who is usually so tough that he doesn’t ask for help, suddenly looks at her with the eyes of a little wolf dog, and Irene feels that even if she is a hundred alchemy King Kong, she has been melted.
“Okay, I’ll get you some water.” She ran into the bathroom, and soon heard a splash from the tap.
When Irene ran to the closet again to choose his pajamas, Jacob suddenly said, “Give me the black one.”
Irene looked at the black clothes on his body and then at the black nightgown, only to feel that they were all in the color of linen and filial piety.
It was instantly understood that he was secretly paying homage to his passing parents.
Irene glanced at the blue work clothes on her body, and suddenly said, “President, can I not wear work clothes tomorrow?”
Jacob looked at her suspiciously, “Why?”
Irene smiled and said: “The president likes black. If I also wear black, the president’s mood will be brighter. This will help the president’s recovery.”
Jacob was shocked.
There was a warm current in his heart.
This silly girl, knows that the person he wants to pay homage to is the murderer who killed her, will she still follow his steps in such a heartless manner?
“You go out.” Jacob’s expression suddenly dimmed.
He didn’t want Irene to treat him well without knowing the truth.
Irene shook her head and refused: “President, I won’t go out. You have limited mobility and the bathroom floor is slippery. What if you fall?”
Jacob stared at her: “There are differences between men and women!”
Irene crushed the morals to feed the dog, and said: “It’s okay for me. It doesn’t matter if I lose some money.”
Jacob looked at her speechlessly, “I am the one who suffers, not you.”
Irene: “…”
Isn’t it that girls suffer more from this kind of thing?