"I slept all night and my mind wasn't ready yet, right?"
"alright……"
"What did you do in surprise? Look at it yourself, how many flower pots will be broken?"
"I...I may not be cured yet, I am sick."
Bo Siyan was angry and laughed at her.
Wen Yan thought there was something wrong, so he came out to help, but when he saw them half-hug each other and talk, he went back silently.
Old Xue was an old fried dough stick. He looked at it and turned around, and said loudly: "My pots of flowers are all famous species."
Qin Songyao heard the sound and turned around to take a look.
A big one was broken. The ones who gave birth to small ones, they were quite strong and not damaged.
Hey.
She was secretly happy.
Bo Siyan scared her and said, "That pot is called Emperor Bamboo, more than three million."
Qin Songyao's eyes widened.
She let go of him, ran back and took a look, and was sure that the flower pot was broken, so she breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's not bad or bad, I'll just transplant it."
"You can take a look at other people's basin first." Bo Siyan said.
Qin Songyao picked up the broken porcelain pieces and looked at them. It doesn’t matter when he sees it. Good guy, it seems to be from the Song Dynasty.
She raised her head and stared at him, stunned.
Bo Siyan's mouth raised unconsciously.
Stupid.
No matter how particular Mr. Xue is, he will not load flowers with Song Dynasty goods, and will put them in the yard to burn the sun and rain.
"What should I do?" she asked him in a low voice.
"It's not my collision, why are you asking me?"
She pursed her mouth and looked at the ground with a broken porcelain piece, her head wide.
Just as he was thinking about asking him for help, the housekeeper came over with a flower pot of the same "Song Dynasty" style and put it next to her.
She glanced at it.
Exactly the same.
She was not stupid, and she noticed being deceived, looked up and glared at him.
Bo Siyan was not embarrassed at all to be exposed and spoke slightly: "Stupid."
Qin Songyao hummed lightly, turned his head and muttered.
The man walked to her and just blocked the sunlight, and the shadows casted her.
"Call me?"
"No." Qin Songyao looked up in one second.
She really didn't scold him, and he just saved her just a trivial matter.
"What are you muttering?" he asked.
She pointed to the words on the flower pot and said, "There is a signature, which was written by Mr. Xue himself."
She felt that this old man was really particular, just like her grandfather, he could do anything.
As she said that, she stood up and found two shovels in the corner of the yard and started work immediately.
There was only one pot of soil in total, and she had no strength to move a little bit. Bo Siyan looked so tired that he squatted down and helped her do it silently.
Two big cats walked around, often rubbing against his legs.
"Danime peel, play with it yourself." Bo Siyan said.
Qin Songyao was surprised, "Do you still know their names?"
"What are their names?"
What's strange about it.
Qin Songyao smiled.
She just felt that he had a little cute conversation with the two cats.
As soon as the thought comes out.
She was stunned.
Bo Siyanmeng?
Oh, that's a hell.
She was distracted, and her hands were a little confused, and she unconsciously touched his hand.
Touching it very quickly, Bo Siyan seemed to not care, but she deliberately took a look at him quietly while withdrawing her hand.
Because he was squatting and the sun was very bright, half of his body was in the shadow, and his face turned light and dark.
The side where the sunlight was touching, the eyelashes were trembling.
Going further down, the lips are red.
The scene flashed through her mind, and he squatted in front of her like this, with water all over his face falling down along his handsome face.