My Poor Secretary's
The Part 60

Feeling himself cornered as his two children sided with Danzel all, Gwen chose to compile the dirty cutlery she had just used. He shifted the chair full of softness so as not to cause a loud squealing sound.

“I wash dishes first,” says Gwen.

“Not necessary, later I call the apartment cleaning service to clean it,” prevent Danzel so that Gwen does not put herself like her maid.

But Gwen did not heed Danzel's words. He kept lifting the dirty cutlery. “Wait for mama for a minute, huh? After this we go home.” He left the dinner table for the dishwasher.

Danzel exhaled slowly, it was very difficult to manage the woman who had given birth to the child.

“Let's wait for your mama there,” invite Danzel to point to the living room sofa.

Selena and Aldrich follow Danzel, who takes them in. They sat there staring at Gwen's back.

Danzel, who could not bear to see Gwen cleaning her cutlery, contacted the cleaning service number via a wireless phone that was available in the apartment. He asked one person to come to his place and clean his simple dwelling.

After a few days of getting to know Gwen, she became a little familiar with the woman. Certainly not only the dishes were cleaned, but all the places he lived all day was used to play until like a ship broke, even the powder sprinkled on the floor and carpet.

The man went back to Selena and Aldrich. “You're sleepy?” danzel asked as she watched Gwen's children yawn.

The two boys nodded. His eyes also could not lie if he wanted to be closed.

Selena and Aldrich immediately laid the body on a large, soft mattress with soft sheets. They forget to brush their teeth.

“Uncle, want in puk-puk,” pinta Aldrich. His voice sounded weak with his mouth evaporating.

Danzel slept next to Aldrich. Pat that tiny ass without making a sound. It didn't feel like he was sleeping with Gwen's kids there.

Meanwhile, Gwen had just sliced the last plate. He took off the rubber gloves that protected his skin from washing water. The beautiful woman was about to continue cleaning the dirty and messy living room. But the sound of the bell ringing three times made him undo his intentions and choose to open the door.

It turned out that the cleaning service officer called by Danzel came. “Sorry too late, Miss,” he said with his head down.

“You who?” gwen was confused. “Are guests or relatives of Danzel?”

“I the cleaning service officer who was called by the owner of the apartment unit number two thousand six hundred eight to clean this place,” obviously the woman dressed all in blue dongker.

“Oh, wait a minute.” Gwen did not dare to immediately give permission to go inside because this was not her residence. He wanted to make sure Danzel was in advance.

“I close the door first, huh? Because the owner is in his room,” Gwen's permission is very polite. He wouldn't risk letting it open and then there's a bad guy coming in.

Gwen goes into Danzel's private room. Previously he said excuse me and asked for permission to enter but there was no authorization, so ventured to open the white-painted wood that still looks new.