The scenery on both sides of the highway was flying past in front of me. Qin Songyao drooped his eyelids, thinking about how to arrange it if he received Zhen Wenrou later.
Suddenly, with a thud, something hit the glass in front of the car.
She was shocked, her eyes were confused and she found a big stain on the glass.
"What's wrong?"
Bo Siyan pulled over and parked the car with disgusted expression, "Bird shit."
"ah?"
Qin Songyao leaned closer and took a look, laughing, "You can still encounter birds shit at night?"
"nonsense."
It’s too cruel to not allow birds to shit when it gets dark.
Qin Songyao shrugged and saw him open the car door. She asked, "You want to wipe bird shit?"
"Um."
This section of the road is too dark, and its main vision is blocked, which is too dangerous.
Qin Songyao poked his head and waited to see Mr. Bo wipe the bird's poop, but he didn't see Bo Siyan walking forward, but instead watched him go around the back of the car.
She was puzzled, pushed the car door and got out, and walked around to the back to take a look.
Tsk.
Looking for tools.
Just wipe a bird's poop.
"Just wipe the tissue, it's still hot and not solidified yet, so it's easy to wipe."
Hot?
When Bo Siyan heard this word, he couldn't help but feel chills. He glanced at Qin Songyao, "Who taught you Chinese?"
"Are I wrong?" Qin Songyao spread his hands.
Bo Siyan was too lazy to say that, so he opened the toolbox and found the small water pusher from the scrubbing operation table.
"Use this, wipe it once and it will be scrapped." Qin Songyao felt it was too wasteful.
Bo Siyan didn't think that his hands were more expensive.
After massaged the small water, he went to get another bottle of mineral water and then went forward.
Qin Songyao followed him and saw him holding his pocket with one hand and not taking it out when wiping the glass. It didn't look like he was working, but instead he was doing art.
"You are so exquisite." She laughed.
When Bo Siyan was doing serious business, he always adhered to principles and was not disturbed by her. He properly handled the bird shit.
Seeing that he was not disturbed, Qin Songyao felt bored and prepared to get on the bus.
As soon as he turned around, a slight scream came.
In the wilderness, she looked around and was furrowed by the sudden sound.
"Bo Siyan, did you hear any sound?"
Bo Siyan paused for a moment, turned to look at her, his eyes intersected.
He frowned, "I heard."
When his expression was serious, Qin Songyao felt even more strange, his eyes turned around and looked around.
"Hurry up, let's get out of here!"
Strange and terrible.
As soon as she finished speaking, Bo Siyan's face sterned, looked behind her, lowered her voice, and said, "Don't move."
Qin Songyao's body stiffened.
"What, what's wrong?"
"Don't talk."
Bo Siyan frowned and his expression tensed, as if there was something terrible behind her.
Qin Songyao didn't dare to blink, waiting for him to say the following. Suddenly, the man restrained his expression, looked at her like a fool, and joked: "There is a ghost."
Qin Songyao:???
She realized that he was playing tricks on her, and subconsciously rolled up his sleeves and walked towards him.
Bo Siyan was stunned, and the joking smile in his eyes stopped, and took a step back.
Of course, Qin Songyao didn't hit him, but the movement of punching was there.
The two of them stepped forward and retreated, and stopped at the same time.
She glared at him fiercely.
Bo Siyan curled his lips and said, "Rat gall."
Qin Songyao blew and closed his fists angrily. Suddenly, the sound came out again.