"Drink the brown sugar tea while it's hot. I added very little ginger slices."
"Need a pillow? Is your back too hard?"
"Would you like to watch a movie?"
…
We greet the cold and ask for warmth in every possible way.
The most important thing is that he is bold and completely immune to severe cold.
Song Xiang raised his head and looked at Qi Ming with admiration, wanting to ask him how he did it.
In the living room, Shun Han was surrounded by cold air, except for the falling snowflakes. A pair of eyes stared at Qi Ming, not leaving for a moment.
Qi Ming took care of Song Xiang and laid him down on the bed, then went out to clean the living room, moving very quickly.
Song Xiang was a little embarrassed and wanted to stop him, but Qi Ming killed him with a smile as warm as a nuclear bomb.
"Your boyfriend doesn't seem to be very good at it, let me help you."
Boy friend?
Song Xiang blinked and Yan Han straightened up.
Qi Ming bent down to wipe the coffee table and looked at Yan Han, "Mr. Yan can scold Fang Qiu at the negotiation table, but he shouldn't be so good at housework, right?"
Not very good...
no……
It's over, it's a dead end.
Song Xiang's temples twitched and he looked at Yan Han, and sure enough he caught a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in the corner of his eyes.
Qi Ming smiled and smiled at Yan Han, "Have you done any housework before?"
Stern and silent.
"Want to try?" Qi Ming asked again.
Yan Han frowned.
Qi Ming stood up and took out another apron from his backpack, "I think you need to try it."
He unfolded his apron to reveal a picture of a rabbit.
Yan Han's face turned dark and he was very disgusted.
Qi Ming: "If you can do it, then there is no need for me to exist."
Yan Han: "..."
The conversation seemed calm, but in fact there was a turbulent undercurrent.
Song Xiang sat on the bed, her eyes wildly going back and forth between the two men.
…
ten minutes later
"You should sweep the floor before mopping it."
"Do you need a headband?"
"I have a bunny headband."
Yan Han: "Shut up!"
Song Xiang sat on the bed, listening to the conversation outside, her shoulders shaking with laughter.
She quietly opened the door to the room and looked out through the crack in the door.
Crazy gasp.
Yan Han was wearing a rabbit apron and a rabbit headband. He was bending down to mop the floor of the balcony. His movements were stiff and unfamiliar. There was a coffee stain that couldn't be mopped clean. His eyes suddenly became fierce, and he mopped back and forth as if he was following an engine.
Qi Ming stood behind him, smiling with the same curvature of the left and right corners of his mouth, quite like a faceless man.
Song Xiang covered her mouth and tried not to laugh out loud.
No way, the rabbit is pretending to be cold...
Kinda cute!
She closed the door quietly, leaned her back against the door, and bent over with laughter.
…
Another half hour passed, and for some reason it suddenly became quiet outside.
Song Xiang quietly opened the door again and glanced around the living room, finally landing on Yan Han on the sofa.
This guy had his arms folded across his chest and was thinking about something seriously.
Suddenly, he looked towards the bedroom.
Song Xiang quickly closed the door.
The next second, the door was kicked open from the outside again.
Yan Han wore a rabbit-ear hairband with a fierce expression on his face, "Why should I serve you?!"
Song Xiang blinked, I didn’t ask you either.
She closed her lips tightly and tried not to look at Yan Han's dress.
However, the impact was too great, so I still laughed out loud.
Yan Han suddenly changed his face and grabbed her as soon as she entered the door.
Song Xiang quickly ran back, "You put it on yourself, I didn't force you...ah..."