After being disturbed by Gu Xicheng, Qin Songyao's good mood was gone.
She went back to Bo Mansion to take a shower, cleaned up a little, and it became dark outside.
At eight o'clock, Bo Siyan hasn't come back yet.
She stood on the balcony, holding his camera, and doing psychological construction.
After countless deep breaths, there was movement in the yard.
She was stunned for a moment, and quickly ran to the railing of the platform, placing her feet, trying to get her eyes over the top of the tree, but she still couldn't see it. So she changed her strategy, squatted down, and squeezed her head into the gap between the two railings.
Bo Siyan got out of the car and just walked under the tree. When he looked up, he saw a head that was struck by the railings on the platform on the second floor.
His mouth twitched slightly, "What are you doing?"
"Why are you back now?"
Bo Siyan glanced at his watch and said, "It's eight:20."
"Um?"
"My medicine should be in the refrigerator, right?" he said.
Qin Songyao blinked, pulled out his head quickly, and picked up his slippers in a hurry.
She guessed that he would come back late, so she didn't stand it in advance. In addition, she took photos by herself and forgot about the time.
He hurried downstairs and he had already arrived at the living room.
The servants were there, so she didn't mention the medicine.
Unexpectedly, Bo Siyan spoke: "After eight o'clock in the future, you don't have to come up again."
As soon as he said that the house was empty immediately, and all the servants returned to the nanny room on the first floor to rest.
Qin Songyao was about to go to the kitchen when he found that he took off his coat and was unbuttoning the collar of his shirt, but he had been unbuttoned for a long time.
She walked up and asked, "Do you want help?"
Bo Siyan glanced at her, put down his hand, and raised his chin slightly.
Qin Songyao stood in front of him, opened his button and looked at him, and said, "The wire end is entangled."
As she said that, she put her feet on her feet, got closer, and easily untied it.
"alright."
She was about to turn around, but Bo Siyan grabbed her wrist.
"what?"
The man handed her the tie in his hand together.
Qin Songyao blinked, said "Oh", took it casually, and then took it to the dry cleaning room on the first floor, waiting for Li Ma to deal with it tomorrow.
She did these little things before.
It's different recently. She stopped doing it, and the servants in the bedroom couldn't get in, so Bo Siyan usually took it off when he entered the door and gave it to Li's mother naturally, and no one would doubt it.
When she was hanging her clothes, she suddenly remembered something.
Although she said it was her that she had cleaned up the bedroom, she had never gone to Bo Siyan's bathroom. The clothes he changed every day must have taken out the big ones. If there were servants to wash them, he would not hand them over to the servants.
It is impossible to do it yourself.
How do you deal with that?
Socks, and...that.
He might not have been washed!
Qin Songyao thought, and felt a chill.
Turning around, Bo Siyan had already sat down on the sofa and picked up the camera.
Qin Songyao walked forward and called him.
The man looked up at her.
She squatted across the coffee table, held her cheeks with both hands, and whispered: "I have a problem."
"ask."
"How are your nearest socks?"
Bo Siyan paused and withdrew his gaze.
"Have you washed?"
He glanced at her again.
Qin Songyao breathed in, "You haven't even washed it?"
Her eyes gradually widened.
Bo Siyan: "...spent."
Qin Songyao:???
She settled and then reacted.
Oh, right.
He is rich, let alone one pair a day, even if he is a centipede demon, he can afford to wear dozens or hundreds a day.