There was a sofa in the living room. Bo Siyan walked over and wanted to throw the drama actor out of his arms.
Qin Songyao noticed it in one second.
She hugged him tightly in advance, "Ayan, are you going to throw me away?"
"Don't want to be thrown away?" He smiled slightly, and changed his face in another second, "Go down by yourself!"
"No, I want you to hug you."
Bo Siyan:???
"No one here, have you performed enough?"
"Play? Why is it acting? They are sincere."
"Qin Songyao!"
"Grandma?" Qin Songyao looked behind him.
Bo Siyan found it funny, he glanced at her and said, "I thought that in the old house, with grandma's support, you can be lawless?"
"I don't……"
"Don't think about being in a mess, be aware of your feelings, get out by yourself."
"I……"
Bang!
Bo Siyan was hit on the back of the head and his hair flew.
Qin Songyao covered his mouth in horror.
The old lady knocked on the crutch, "That's how you usually talk to Yaoyao?"
Bo Siyan's hairstyle was disrupted, and when he heard the sound, his mind was messed up for two seconds.
With his head down, Qin Songyao's hands covering his mouth gradually opened, turning into a small flower-shaped shape with his hands holding his cheeks, and his smile gloats.
His jaw tightened and he took a deep breath.
The old lady walked around the front, hummed twice, and ordered him to put Qin Songyao on the sofa.
"If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I really wouldn't have known that you were so excessive in normal times."
Bo Siyan gritted his teeth and put the person down, frowned and said, "Grandma, don't worry about our affairs."
"I don't care?"
The old lady raised her voice, "You want to piss me to death!"
"You beg me to marry you. If you don't stay well, what do you think?"
Bo Siyan's expression changed.
He was about to refute this sentence, but suddenly, he touched the back of his head with one hand and tidied his hair, with a very gentle force.
Qin Songyao was deeply involved in the play, and didn't care what the old lady said, smoothing Bo Siyan's hair. Bo Siyan turned around, she raised her head and gave him a pitiful and gentle look. I don't know
, I thought she loved him so much.
Bo Siyan's lips were pursed tightly, and when she looked at her well-behaved sitting position, her heart was filled with a few seconds, as if her feathers were gently shaving.
"Ayan?"
As soon as the deliberate and gentle tone came out, he pulled out again like a magical sound.
The old lady's crutch hit his leg, and the force was not light or heavy. She asked him repeatedly: "Ah? What are you thinking?"
Qin Songyao was confused.
What do you think?
What did she missed just now?
Seeing that she seemed not to hear it, Bo Siyan looked a little calmer, and turned to the old lady and said, "I was joking with her just now."
"You think I'm blind?"
Bo Siyan is speechless.
"Grandma, don't blame A Yan, he is really joking." Qin Songyao's expression became a little more natural and said, "He usually makes me midnight snacks."
The old lady was surprised, “Really?”
"Well, Ayan can make hand-rolled noodles."
Bo Siyan knew that he could make noodles, but she didn't expect that Bo Siyan would make them for others to eat.
Qin Songyao said again: "But he has been too busy recently and hasn't done it for a long time."
Bo Siyan looked over coldly.
He didn't have to guess, and he knew what bad idea she was holding on.
The old lady indeed took her words, "Do you want to eat now?"
Qin Songyao looked at Bo Siyan timidly, then shook his head, "No, Ayan is very busy, he should do the serious business."
"Not busy!" The old lady tskated and immediately instructed Bo Siyan: "Don't go to the group, change the clothes, and make a bowl of noodles for Yaoyao."