Li's mother was waiting in the living room. Seeing that Bo Siyan and Qin Songyao didn't come in for a long time, she thought there was something wrong, so she went out to take a look.
As soon as I walked out of the house, I heard a woman's cry from a distance.
She listened to the sound, her old face turned red, and she uttered a roar, and quickly ran back to the house.
The people in the car probably noticed her, and then the lights and windows in the car were all turned off.
I don’t know how long it took for the yard to calm down.
The interior lights were on again and the doors were opened.
After a while, the men's leather shoes stepped on the grass.
Bo Siyan got out of the car alone. He stood by the car door and gambled into the car with a deep vision.
The white suspender fell under the seat, the woman covered her suit, her two slender legs hidden under the black gauze skirt.
As the light shone, her breathing was still uneven. She was so red that her fingernails pressed marks on the cushion under her body. It can be seen how deadly it was just now.
She was so dying after drinking that she didn't wake up at all. She was just now with someone to fiddle with.
If she hadn't shed two tears, Bo Siyan would never have stopped. He would have taught her a lesson!
Seeing that her breathing was slow, he frowned, leaned over, and carried her out.
After entering the main house, there was no one.
He threw the person on the bed in the bedroom, listening to her thirst over and over again, and there was no trace of emotion on his face.
Drink like this.
She deserves to die of thirst.
Thinking of this, he glanced at him and found that as she turned left and right, she was almost throwing away his coat.
Under the coat, but nothing.
He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around in anger, found a nightgown to put on for her, and covered her with the quilt.
Qin Songyao was sleeping in a daze, sometimes cold and sometimes hot, sometimes dizzy, sometimes endless spring.
Open your eyes again and it is time to die of thirst.
She got out of bed with instinct, groped out of the room, and went downstairs like a wandering soul.
Hearing the movement from afar, she moved to the kitchen door.
Relying on the door frame, she saw the contents clearly.
The man was wearing a white shirt with rolled cuffs and was stirring the water in the pot with a spoon. His back was very outstanding, and the warm yellow light shone on him, looking very homely.
Hearing the movement, he turned his head and glanced at her.
There was no communication between the two sides, so he turned around and continued to cook the soup.
"Go and sit outside," he said.
Qin Songyao lowered her eyes and said nothing. She knew that she was dreaming that she had dreamed of the most ideal Bo Siyan.
Anyway, I'm dreaming, it's better to do whatever I want.
She walked in and hugged the man's waist without thinking.
Bo Siyan's movement stopped and was stunned for a moment. He frowned as deep as possible, but he did not shake her away, letting her hold her, while stirring the sobering soup in the pot.
Qin Songyao felt it was too incredible. He remembered the tone he said when he asked her to "go out" during the day, and there were so many things he bullied her.
Now, he let her hold her and cooked soup for her.
The world is so quiet, as if there are only two of them.
Her head was so messy that she thought of the notes Cen Ji left for her in the old house of Cen's family that day.
——Is he good to you?
Not good, not good at all!
She sniffed and wanted to complain, but didn't know how to start.
After thinking for a long time, he murmured: "Cenji..."
Bo Siyan's temper was already relieved by this stupid back, but he didn't take off his hearing aid and could hear the murmur clearly.