But Bo Siyan sat down on the sofa downstairs. He lost the car keys and was in no mood to go out.
"If you don't kill it, it will sleep in your room tonight."
He looked at her with his eyelids, and then said to Li's mother: "Pick it up and hang it on the head of her bed!"
Li's mother was stunned for a moment, thinking that Bo Siyan might be stupid.
"Young Master, isn't this the head of the wife's bedside, yours?"
Qin Songyao and Bo Siyan paused at the same time.
"I'll sleep in the study tonight."
"He slept in the study tonight."
The two spoke in unison.
Li's mother looked at the two of them, laughed and said, "I'd better not want it, I'll take the chicken back to the backyard."
She said and turned around, Qin Songyao breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Bo Siyan, and the man said quietly: "I will take you back to your kennel later."
Qin Songyao didn't even think about it and said, "The flowers can sing, especially if they like to sing in the middle of the night."
"Can the hen crow?" Bo Siyan glanced at her, "You call me and listen."
Qin Songyao: “…”
After two seconds of stalemate, Bo Siyan stood up.
"Go and cut some hawthorns and bring them up." He ordered casually.
Qin Songyao curled his lips.
How could he be her servant?
Just as he was about to refute, Zhen Wenrou's words floated to his ears.
Hug your thighs! Hug your thighs! Hug your thighs!
Forget it, people are under the short eaves, so be more timid.
She walked into the kitchen and found that there was no hawthorn, so she had to go down to the refrigerator to find it.
She estimated that Bo Siyan had a stagnant diet, and in addition to hawthorn, he also used other fruits to aid digestion.
Come up from below and passes through the window, she sees that it has started to wind outside.
Worried that Huahua had something to do in the yard, she took the opportunity to go downstairs and went to the backyard.
Sure enough, there was a strong wind outside.
The stupid chicken was very happy and flew around the yard.
"Huahua--!"
Qin Songyao's voice drifted far away along the wind.
Upstairs, Bo Siyan took off his shirt and was about to go to the bathroom when he heard the noise. He frowned and walked towards the window.
When I opened the curtains, I saw a stupid figure, chasing the chickens all over the yard.
He was speechless and pulled up the curtains.
There is no help.
Qin Songyao finally caught the chicken, then found a cage where Li Ma and the others raised pigeons before, and locked the chicken in.
"You should be at ease, someone will call you tomorrow morning."
Flowers fly around in the cage.
Qin Songyao breathed a sigh of relief, and ignored it. He turned around to wash his hands and took the fruit upstairs.
Bo Siyan took a quick shower and just came out of the bathroom. He didn't close the bedroom door. Qin Songyao walked into the suite and saw his strong back through his door frame at first glance.
She moved her gaze away and placed the fruit on the coffee table outside.
"Take it for you."
Bo Siyan did not respond.
Qin Songyao was not bothered. She put down the fruit and went back to her nest.
Taking her cell phone, she leaned against the head of the bed, subconsciously searching for news about Bo Siyan's mother.
——Yan Shuhe.
In the photo, the woman is charming and holding a good wine glass. In the brightly colored photo era, the smile on the corners of her mouth is particularly charming.
Most of Bo Siyan's appearance inherited his mother.
But he doesn't laugh, otherwise he will have a pair of affectionate eyes.
If you look back further, it will be news about accidental car accidents and poor beauty.
Qin Songyao was about to continue.
Suddenly, a phone call came over.
It's Bo Siyan.
She answered in confusion, "Hey?"
"Have you washed your hands after getting the fruit?"
Qin Songyao was stunned for a moment and realized that he saw her catching a chicken.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
"……No."
"Oh, that's good. You can wash it again quickly, I forgot to wash my hands."