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Ye Qiao raised his face from the porridge bowl and was greeted by the sight of the opposite quarter.

Four eyes are opposite, her heart beats rapidly.

This guy, don’t eat and keep staring at her?

She quickly glanced at her face, and the button was only open with no light. The tip of the tongue swept through the lips and found no grain. Ye Qiao coughed.

"I have something on my face?"

Ji Mo did not answer, still looking at her straight.

Ye Qiao narrowed his eyes and soon found something different. He seemed to look at her, but he didn't seem to be looking at her. It felt like he was looking through her to look somewhere.

Seen a bit hairy by his gaze, Ye Qiao raised his finger and shook his face.

"Ji Mo?!"

"what!"

Ji Mo returned to the gods, noticed his own gaffe, and took the porridge bowl to drink porridge.

"Are you not feeling uncomfortable?"

"No." Ji Mo shook his head. "Just... think about something."

Seeing him recover as usual, Ye Qiao did not care too much.

After the meal, she just got up, Ji Mo has stretched out the palm of her hand and pinched her bowl.

"I will clean up!"

"Two bowls, it will be good soon!" Ye Qiao took the bowl from his hand, went to the kitchen, and stopped at the door. "Oh, yes, your belt I put on the bedside table, you Have you seen it?"

"Oh... see."

Ji Mo stuttered and responded that Ye Qiao had entered the kitchen.

Raising his hand to caress, he turned to the living room, the nose sensitively caught some familiar atmosphere, and as soon as he raised his face, he saw the purple dress that Joe Joe wore yesterday, and was gently shaken by the wind in the sun.

This kind of situation is a long-lost thing for Ji Mo.

Since the death of my mother, there has been little femininity in this house.

When I was in school, I talked with Ruo Ruoxi. Every time she came, she said that the house was too sullen and never liked to stay here.

I remember when I was a child, my mother liked to hang on the balcony every time I washed my clothes. His small bedroom was not good enough to write homework in the living room. The air always had a faint aroma of softener, just like... at the moment.

Ji Mo was a bit embarrassed for a while, as if he was back in his childhood, his mother was cooking in the kitchen. He wrote homework in the living room, and his heart was deep and he felt a warm and soft.

A palm stretched out and patted his arm gently.

Ji Mo turned his face and looked at Ye Qiao on the side of his body. He smiled at her lips.

"Thank you!"

Thank you for your lack of brains, only Ye Qiao heard a confused.

"Thank you?"

"Thank you for helping me wash my clothes."

"What kind of politeness."

Leaning at him, Ye Qiao smiled and walked up to the balcony, reached out and touched the skirt, determined that the skirt was dry, and she turned and wanted to lower the drying rack.

The hangers have been around for a few years, and the rotation is not very easy to use. After a while, it is stuck in place.

She had to pick up her feet and put her fingers on the hangers, but it was only a little bit that she couldn't touch.

Being secretly annoyed, an arm has been extended from the back to help her remove the skirt hanging on the hanger.

Ye Qiao stretched out his hand and smiled back at him.

"Is there an iron?"

"I'll help you!" Ji Mo turned and walked away. He took out his mother's ironing board and iron for a moment, helped her open the ironing board, plugged in the wires, and he reached out and tried the temperature. "These are all My mom's stuff hasn't been used for a long time, I don't know if I can use it."