"There are several washing machines in the outer room of your bathroom, and the smallest one in the innermost part is the one who washes close-fitting clothes." Qin Songyao said casually.
Bo Siyan leaned forward, pressed his arm on his knees, and was turning into the video of last night in the camera. He raised his eyes and looked at her.
"During the day, you don't use your camera?"
"I opened it and took two pictures of the scenery."
No wonder.
Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so friendly to him when I saw that part of last night.
Bo Siyan didn't know any strange psychology. Stealing a kiss is not a glorious thing, so it's time to prevent Qin Songyao from knowing it. But he was a little curious, and what expression she would have if she knew it.
He looked as usual, just playing with the camera casually, and accidentally dragged the video last night to the bottom of the album.
The topic was about the wrong lip, and the two of them stuttered for a while. Wen Yan walked in from outside and put down a big bag.
"Young Master, I'll go back first."
Bo Siyan responded.
Wen Yan and Qin Songyao exchanged a look and were about to walk out. Halfway through, they saw the puppy in the corner.
He seemed a little surprised and looked in the direction of Bo Siyan, "Young Master, do you keep a dog?"
"Not mine."
Qin Songyao raised his hand, "My."
Wen Yan paused and nodded, "Labrador's Chuans, very cute."
"Chuchuan?" Qin Songyao didn't know much about professional terms.
"It's not a purebred." Bo Siyan said lightly.
"oh--"
Qin Songyao understood and said to Wen Yan: "It's called Xuebing."
Wen Yan heard that he knew that he and Wangwang were the couple name and asked, "Is it mother?"
Qin Songyao was confused.
How could she tell the difference between the male and female?
Bo Siyan: "Public."
Qin Songyao was surprised. He picked up the dog for a while and saw when he could tell.
"Wangwang is also a public official," Wen Yan said.
"That's not worthy." Qin Songyao spread his hands.
"It's okay, it doesn't matter if the dog is not worthy." Wen Yan said casually, nodded to the two of them again, and walked out.
Qin Songyao looked at his back and felt that he was sometimes silly.
She turned around and met Bo Siyan's eyes. Bo Siyan held the camera and was pushing the camera outward.
Qin Songyao quickly took a step back.
"Just asked me what socks are made of?"
"Oh, I'm just telling you that you can wash yourself, and you don't have to throw a pair every day."
"I have to clean up after washing, I don't have that habit."
"Then you grow up so big, your socks are all disposable?"
He glanced at her quietly, "It's not for a while."
In the past few years of marriage, she will throw it into a dry cleaning machine and will help organize it.
Qin Songyao thought, then you can do it according to your habits during that period, what should you do in such a waste?
Then I thought that money belongs to him and people would waste it if they were willing to.
She shrugged, went into the kitchen, and boiled the medicine for him.
The conversation was too dull, Bo Siyan frowned, he thought about it over and over again, and pulled the video to the top.
What are you afraid of?
He hadn't settled the score with her yet, and was so drunk that he took up his bed and refused to leave.
The medicine prescribed by Mr. Xue didn't have to be boiled for too long. Qin Songyao came out with the medicine in half an hour.
Bo Siyan was sitting on the sofa looking through documents, his phone was vibrating.
There were a bunch of documents on the coffee table, which should be the pack Wenyan just brought up.
Qin Songyao put down the medicine bowl, "You haven't finished your work, why don't you work overtime in the company?"