When he returned to the Zen room, Bo Siyan began to take off his clothes, and Qin Songyao suddenly remembered that he had a sleeping problem.
She was stuck behind and still moved.
Bo Siyan carried his coat and turned around and glanced at her.
"What to look at."
Qin Songyao said: "Will I go and sleep with Yuyu?"
Bo Siyan: "It doesn't matter. Ask Wenyan, do you mind if you sleep with Yuyu?"
Qin Songyao: “…”
She thought for a while and explained: "I mean, I sleep with Yuyu, you sleep with Wenyan."
"Just arrange yourself, don't meddle in other people's business."
He slept with Wen Yan, who gave her the right to allocate him.
Qin Songyao gritted his teeth.
The man had already started to clean up and was about to lie down on the bed.
"If you don't sleep, go out to stand guard. Just look at Wong Tai Sin for me." He said.
Qin Songyao curled his lips.
never mind.
She glanced at the bed, it was quite big.
And this is in the temple, and his mother is still in the midst of her birthday, so he can't have any other thoughts.
She turned around and took off her coat, burned some water, poured herself two large cups, and suppressed the cold air in her body.
Bo Siyan's mouth was poisonous, but his heart was not that poisonous today, so he left half of the bed for her.
She sat on the bed from the other side and lay down very properly, using only half of the quilt.
Back to back.
The world became quiet, and Qin Songyao could not help but ask, "I always felt that you should not believe in these rituals or something."
A few years ago, she helped prepare his mother's festival at Bo's house. He never went back. That's how she explained herself.
"I didn't believe it?"
"Then you still do it?" She couldn't help but turn her head.
The man lay down, closed his eyes and rested, and said, "Do you believe?"
"I don't believe it."
"Then you can do it, will you do it?"
All right.
It can be explained clearly.
If she can afford it, she will do it every year.
When facing strangers, you can talk about materialism, and when facing close relatives, you can't control it.
I am afraid that those nothingness is real, and dreaming in my dreams will remind me of it as a dream.
"Then why don't you go home on your mom's day?"
He sneered, extremely disdainful.
"A bunch of vampires pretend to be sincere and feel sad when it's right away. Is it worthy of my mother's day?"
Qin Songyao probably understood.
After careful calculation, when Mrs. Bo entered Bo's house, Bo Siyan's mother should have passed away soon.
There was no one in the Bo family who stood up to oppose it, and it was impossible for Bo Siyan not to hold grudges.
She thought for a while and said sincerely: "If your mother knew that you were so promising, she would definitely be very pleased."
Upon hearing this, Bo Siyan opened his eyes.
He turned his face and looked at her quietly.
"What are you doing?" Qin Songyao was puzzled.
He withdrew his gaze again.
"sleep."
"oh."
Qin Songyao lay down, looked at the ceiling, and sighed.
"Bo Siyan."
The man closed his eyes, "What do you do?"
"My parents have an inheritance, in addition to fixed funds, there are stocks and so on. I was young before and was always entrusted by my grandfather, but when I became an adult, my grandfather would not mention it."
Bo Siyan opened his eyes again and said, "Don't think about it, I don't know how many times I've been using my hands."
Qin Songyao felt uncomfortable when she heard this. She didn't care about money, she was heartbroken and couldn't figure out why her grandfather was so heartless to her father and was like enemies to the siblings.
Bo Siyan was able to fight for her deceased mother, but she could only live a frustrated life, making others look down on her parents.
Thinking of this, she turned around and her head felt even more uncomfortable.
The dialogue suddenly ended, and Bo Siyan also turned around.