After I kicked out my boss, I became a landlady

A news report is playing on TV now: "Emergency notice! A 15-level typhoon will land in City Z tomorrow. Citizens must make relevant preparations and be warned of typhoon weather. Please reduce going out..."

Wen Nuan saw the news very late. She couldn't help but frown and thought, "Another typhoon is coming and I haven't prepared anything yet."

She wondered whether she should stock up on food.

After a moment, she decided to do it.

Wen Nuan quickly took the keys and checked to make sure she had her wallet with her.

She quickly changed into her going-out shoes, thinking about stocking up more food so that she could send some to Yang Chi.

After all, on typhoon days, having enough food reserves will make people feel much more at ease.

As Wen Nuan thought about this, she quickened her pace towards the supermarket, ready to start her food stockpiling operation.

While making plans, Wen Nuan also sent a message to Yang Chi, saying, "You stay at home and take good care of yourself. I'm going to stock up on food first. I heard there's going to be a typhoon tomorrow."

After sending the message, Wen Nuan picked up her bag and carefully checked whether the key was inside. After confirming that it was correct, she quickly walked to the parking shed downstairs.

Her small electric car was parked there quietly, the body of the car glowing slightly under the dim light.

Wen Nuan skillfully got on the electric bike, inserted the key, and turned it gently. The electric bike then made a slight buzzing sound.

She adjusted her sitting position, put on her helmet, and slowly drove out of the community.

The night wind was already a little chilly, and blowing on her warm face made her more clearly aware that a typhoon was approaching.

Wen Nuan drove the electric car carefully, her eyes fixed on the road ahead.

There were far fewer vehicles on the road than usual, with only a few cars speeding past occasionally.

The warm little electric car looked particularly small and flexible on the road. It skillfully shuttled between the streets and headed towards the supermarket.

After a while, Wen Nuan saw the large supermarket.

The lights of the supermarket look like a bright lighthouse from a distance, and are particularly conspicuous in the darkness.

Wen Nuan parked the electric car in the parking area in front of the supermarket, locked the car, and walked quickly towards the supermarket entrance.

When she walked into the supermarket, she found that there were already many people inside.

Everyone was busy selecting goods, with a hint of anxiety and worry on their faces.

It seems that everyone has received the news that the typhoon is approaching and has come to stock up.

Wen Nuan looked at the bustling crowd, took a deep breath, and joined the team stocking up.

But to be honest, the aunt's ability to stockpile goods is really amazing.

The aunt next to Wen Nuan moved like a whirlwind.

She was wearing a floral shirt and her hair was a little messy, but it didn't affect her aura at all.

There was a firmness and decisiveness in her eyes, as if this battle for supplies was an important battle in her life.

She hunched her body slightly, with her feet in a horse stance, ready to charge at any time.

When she saw the target - the two bags of rice, her eyes lit up instantly.

She rushed out like a cheetah, dashing left and right among the crowd.

She pushed away the people around her with her powerful arms, muttering, "Don't block me. The typhoon is coming. We need to stock up on food."

At this time, a young man next to her muttered, "Auntie, don't be so anxious."

The auntie immediately responded: "Young man, you don't understand. We can't go without food when a typhoon comes. There are many people in my family, how can I not stock up some?" As she said that, she continued to rush towards the rice.

She quickly approached the two bags of rice, reached out and grabbed them, then lifted the rice steadily.

The speed of the movement was astonishing.

A triumphant smile appeared on her face, as if she had just accomplished a great feat.

Then he turned around and ran outside without hesitation, his steps hurried and firm.

The rice in her hand swayed slightly as she ran, as if showing her spoils to everyone.

Wen Nuan was stunned watching from the side. She had never stockpiled goods before and had no idea there was such a technique for stockpiling goods.

She secretly sighed in her heart that the decisiveness and execution shown by these aunts at critical moments were truly admirable.

Wen Nuan stood there, stunned for a few seconds, then quickly came to her senses and decided to join the crowd of people stockpiling goods.

She looked at the crowd around her. Those middle-aged women were like brave warriors, charging into the ocean of supplies.

But I seemed a little at a loss, not knowing where to start.

She walked to a shelf and saw some canned food on it. Just as she was about to reach out to take it, an old lady next to her took it away first.

Wen Nuan shook her head helplessly and continued to look for other supplies.

She came to the area where drinking water was placed, where there were also many people choosing.

Wen Nuan had just picked up a bottle of water when she heard someone next to her say, "This brand of water doesn't taste good. Let's change it."

Wen Nuan hesitated for a moment and put the water back.

She found that only the things that were not needed were not snatched up by anyone, while the things that were needed were snatched up by a lot of people.

She was a little anxious and didn't know what to do.

Wen Nuan walked around the supermarket again and again, but still couldn't find the supplies she wanted.

She looked at the middle-aged women returning with their full loads and her heart was filled with envy.

She thought that she had to find a way to grab some supplies quickly, otherwise it would be troublesome when the typhoon came.

So she plucked up her courage and joined the crowd rushing to buy supplies again.

When Wen Nuan came out of the supermarket, she felt that her hair was a little messy, her face was tired, and she was covered in dust.

She looked at herself in this state and smiled bitterly helplessly.

If colleagues you know see this, they will definitely be shocked.

Is this still the elegant, beautiful, yet cold-blooded Nun Miejue that they know?

This is completely different from his usual image, so damn down to earth.

Wen Nuan couldn't help but feel deeply moved when she recalled the "battle" in the supermarket.

In order to stock up enough supplies before the typhoon hit, she had to put aside her usual elegance and reserve and struggle to snatch things in the crowd like those aunties.

Now, she was carrying full shopping bags in her hands. Although she felt a little tired, she felt much more at ease.

After finally returning home, Wen Nuan pushed open the door with great effort and threw the supplies she had snatched with great difficulty on the ground.

The shopping bags were lying all over the place, some of them were slightly open, revealing the bread, instant noodles and other items inside.

The bags were of different colors and looked a bit messy under the light.

She dragged her heavy feet, slowly walked to the sofa, and then, as if she had lost all her strength, she fell heavily on the sofa.

The soft cushion of the sofa sank first, then rebounded slightly, as if trying to absorb her fatigue.

Her warm body sank into the sofa, her hair was a little messy and scattered on both sides of her cheeks, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead because of sweat.

She closed her eyes tightly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and the fatigue on her face was clearly visible.

Her breathing was a little rapid, and her chest rose and fell with each breath.

His warm hands hung limply at his sides, his fingers slightly bent, and one could still see the nervousness he had just shown when he was snatching supplies in the supermarket.

She opened her lips slightly, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and murmured to herself: "I am so tired. I would rather fight for three days than be so tired."

Her voice was soft, filled with fatigue and helplessness.

Wen Nuan lay quietly on the sofa, feeling the aches and fatigue in her body gradually spreading.

The living room was very quiet, with only the sound of her breathing and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

After lying down for a while, Wen Nuan gradually recovered from her fatigue.

She slowly opened her eyes, with a hint of confusion in her eyes.

It took her a moment to realize that she still had things to do.

Wen Nuan straightened up silently and gently tidied her messy hair with her hands.

Wen Nuan stood up and stretched her stiff body.

She decided to take a shower first to wash away her fatigue and sweat.

She walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and the warm water sprayed down, making her feel extremely comfortable.

Wen Nuan closed her eyes and let the water wash over her body, as if washing away all her fatigue and worries.

After taking a shower, Wen Nuan felt much better.

She put on clean clothes, went to the living room, and began to organize the supplies she had bought.

She sorted out the food, water and daily necessities, thinking about sending some to Yang Chi.

She knew that Yang Chi was recuperating at home alone and might not have prepared supplies to deal with the typhoon.

Wen Nuan carefully selected some food and daily necessities and put them in a bag.

Wen Nuan carried the bag and prepared to go out to Yang Chi's house.

When Wen Nuan went out, the wind outside had already grown stronger, and the whistling sound of the wind seemed like the angry roar of nature.

After a while, it started raining again, and the raindrops fell down with a crackling sound.

Wen Nuan hurriedly opened her umbrella and carefully protected the supplies in her hands that she was going to give to Yang Chi.

Just as she walked down a few steps, she suddenly remembered that she had not forgotten to bring her keys.

I was just about to go back and get it because the door was not closed tightly.

But just as she hesitated, a gust of wind blew over, and with a loud bang, the door was slammed shut.

Wen Nuan looked at the closed door, a little dumbfounded. She stood there in a daze, the rain slid down the edge of the umbrella and dripped at her feet.

The wind was still howling and the rain was getting heavier, but she was locked outside the door with supplies in her hands, feeling helpless and anxious.

She regretted her carelessness. What should she do now?

Wen Nuan frowned tightly, thinking about a solution.