When he got home, Bo Nuanyang stood next to the sofa, looking at the man sitting on the sofa without saying a word.

She took out a cotton swab and potion from the medicine box and carefully went up: "You have a wound on your face, I'll help you with some medicine."

Zuo Dian was covered in cold air, and his whole body was like a sculpture, leaning against the sofa without moving, and his dense and long eyelashes drooped down, covering all the emotions in his eyes.

Bo Nuanyang pursed his lower lip, dipped it in a cotton swab, and gently rubbed it on his wound.

"Doesn't it hurt?" she asked at the person with no expression.

The corners of my mouth were red and swollen.

It can obviously be avoided.

Zuo Dian lifted up his eyelids to look at her, his voice tense: "Why didn't you say it yesterday?"

No wonder when she ran down last night, there was a little panic between her eyebrows.

Bo Nuanyang threw away the cotton swab and explained: "It won't be a problem."

With so many neighbors here, she just needs to be careful.

Zuo Dian was stunned. He stood up and wanted to kick something.

I glanced around and saw that in addition to a sofa, there was also a small coffee table next to me, which was the workbench.

Nothing can be done to him.

He held it in and said, "Go to my place to live."

Bo Nuanyang was stunned for a moment: "I won't go."

"Aren't you afraid that he will come back?" Zuo Dian raised the pitch by two decibels.

Bo Nuanyang lowered his head and looked at his toes: "I won't go out again."

Zuo Dian gritted his teeth, and saw that she was inactive, he squeezed out: "Then I live here."

"..." Bo Nuanyang looked up at him, "There is no place for you to live in."

Zuo Dian was so angry that he laughed: "Can I sleep on the sofa?"

No.

Bo Nuanyang said weakly in his heart.

Bo Xu slept on the sofa every time he came, but he was his younger brother, and it was hot now and there was no air conditioner in the living room.

But she didn't dare to say it, and just whispered a few words in her heart.

After a while, she pulled the corner of his clothes and began to drive people away: "It's getting late, you go back."

Zuo Dian sat on the sofa, lifted his eyelids, and said slowly: "I have the ability to throw me out."

"..." Why are you still playing a rogue?

"Help me find clothes, I want to take a shower." Zuo Dian leaned lazily on the sofa, directing like a young master.

Bo Nuanyang paused for a while, and felt like he couldn't start.

No matter how many years have passed, this kind of scoundrel has not changed at all.

Thinking of this, she asked, "Sister Fangze would mind, right?"

Zuo Dian was stunned for two seconds, why did he inexplicably pull her?

He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Where do I want to live, and I still need to ask my distant cousin's consent?"

Cousin?

Zuo Dian's mouth slowly curled up, looking a little beating: "Are you jealous?"

"..." Bo Nuanyang jumped in the forehead, "You're thinking too much."

Zuo Dian put his finger on the handrail and tapped it twice, and pulled it out with a smile: "I'm single."

Bo Nuanyang turned his face away and almost rolled his eyes.

Whether she is single or not has anything to do with her.

However, the man seemed to suddenly get better, his feet raised and put them on the small coffee table: "Go and find clothes."

Bo Nuanyang was speechless, stood beside him for a while, and turned around and entered the room silently.

Before, Bo Xu and Tan Shui would come to live with them when they had time, so there were many essential daily necessities.

She took her pajamas and washing items and brought them over: "You go and wash, the bathroom door is a little short, be careful not to touch your head."

Zuo Dian took the thing, nodded and entered the bathroom.

Bo Nuanyang took out the electric mosquito coil and inserted it into the living room. The air conditioner in the bedroom was opened and the door was also opened, so that the living room would not be too hot.

After getting these things done, she returned to the workbench and started to be busy.

After taking a shower, Zuo Dian simply wiped his hair with a towel, and leaned against the bathroom door to look at it.

He was not picky about life, and he was at peace with the situation that year in Baigu Town.

But like squeezing in such a small bathroom to take a shower, you have to bow your head and bend down when you enter and exit the door. If you want to turn around in the living room, you are afraid of touching something and there is no TV. This is the first time this experience.

But he was not irritated at all.

The whole person and the whole heart seem to have a place.

The room was filled with faint fragrance of roses and flowers. When you look up, you can see the quiet girl.

Bo Nuanyang subconsciously turned around and saw Zuo Dian standing in a daze. She turned off the small light on the workbench: "There is a hair dryer under the coffee table, so go to bed early."

She didn't plan to do it anymore, it was already very late.

Zuo Dian nodded, came to his senses, and walked to the sofa with his slippers.

Seeing her holding her pajamas and going to wash, she tilted her head and told her: "Help me wash my clothes."

Bo Nuanyang closed his eyes.

OK!

Who made her owe so much to others?

The man's clothes were thrown on the washing machine. Bo Nuanyang suddenly remembered that she took Bo Xu's pajamas to him, without... underwear.

His face turned red.

Bo Nuanyang was a little annoyed when he saw the man throwing his underwear there.

Girls are hand-washed in their underwear, but how can they wash their underwear by his hand?

Let's throw the washing machine together.

As soon as Bo Nuanyang made the decision, the bathroom door was knocked, and the sound of the Zuo Palace came from outside the door, lazily: "I wash my underwear by hand."

"..." Bo Nuanyang's face was hot, and he couldn't help but say, "Why are you so cute?"

A big man has so many things to do.

Zuo Dian nodded, kicked the door with his toes, and admitted happily: "I'm spoiled."

Seeing that there was no sound inside, the corner of the left palace bent, stood at the door and laughed silently for a while before turning around and walking away.

Bo Nuanyang threw all his clothes into the washing machine and washed his underwear with red face.

When she finished taking a shower, her clothes were washed.

She wrapped her hair in a dry hair cap and hung her clothes outside the bathroom window.

After doing all this, the door was opened.

The living room lights were turned off, and the man was lying there quietly without playing with his cell phone.

Bo Nuanyang tiptoed over to get a hair dryer. Her hair was too long and she wouldn't be able to do it for an hour if she didn't blow it.

The living room is dark and the bedroom lights are shining.

As soon as Bo Nuanyang's hand touched the hair dryer, his other wrist was held.

"You haven't fallen asleep yet?" she asked in a trembling voice.

Zuo Dian nodded, his voice tired: "I slept for a while, and then woke up when I heard the sound."

"Do you sleep so lightly?" Bo Nuanyang was a little surprised. She felt that she had basically no sound just now.

Zuo Dian closed his eyes and let go of his hands: "Help me blow my hair."

The feeling of helplessness suddenly rose, as if he had brought a child back.

The child is naughty and loves to act spoiled.

She reached out and touched his hair, but it was not dry.

There was a plug next to it. Bo Nuanyang plugged the hair dryer in, turned on the warm wind to help him blow his hair.

Bo Nuanyang squatted beside him, his fingers kept lifting his hair, and the corner of his clothes with a familiar fragrance would rub against his face from time to time.

Zuo Dian felt his scalp numb, his eyes closed, and he was almost asleep in a daze.
To be continued...