"Do you really have to make me angry to be happy? My mood is already very bad, can't you make me feel better all day long? Do you really have to make me have a heart attack to be happy?" Li Qiyu said anxiously.
break out.
Bo Yeyuan put the milk cup in front of her and said in a deep voice: "Work hard, it's not worth getting angry for someone like me."
"..."
His hand touched the "Seven Feathers Bobblehead Doll" in front of the computer, and then left.
Li Qiyu looked at his lonely back. His high fever was much better, but his steps were sloppy and his overall condition was very bad. She looked away cruelly. She had never spent a birthday with him properly, and last year became the most painful one.
One day, this year, we can still spend time together. Regardless of whether we want to be together in the future, she wants to cherish it.
Li Qiyu clicked out a design draft from the file. Her draft of the night light drawing was already completed. She drew more than a dozen drawings, and finally selected one of them for the final drawing.
Give it to Bo Yeyuan on his birthday, right?
In order to prevent Bo Yeyuan from suddenly coming over again, she scanned his movements with the corner of her eyes...
Bo Yeyuan went to the bathroom to wash up. His wounds were obviously not allowed to touch water, so why should he wash them?
Seeing him come out to look for clothes, she said coldly: "If you let the wound become infected and die here, I will throw you out."
Bo Yeyuan whispered: "Okay."
Bo Di took a change of clothes and entered the bathroom. He was wearing the military uniform "gifted" to him by Li Qiyu. Although he was forced to give it to him, it had special meaning to him. A bullet hole damaged his arm, and there was still blood.
Dirty.
He avoided the wound and scrubbed it, soaked the clothes in a bucket, and poured a lot of laundry detergent to soak them.
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An hour later, Li Qiyu was modifying the design of the night light, feeling more and more irritated. He took a bath for so long. Could it be that he fainted? How could he be so troubled? He was a patient and just lay in bed to rest.
ah!
Li Qiyu put down the electronic painting pen, locked the computer screen, and walked to the bathroom.
Through the door, I heard a small sound, the sound of water...
Li Qiyu listened with her ears bent, wondering what on earth he was doing. She wanted to call him out, but she couldn't.
Suddenly a figure flashed inside the door, and before she could hide, the door was suddenly opened.
Bo Yeyuan was wearing couple's pajamas, with his sleeves folded high but still soaked by water. He stared at her deeply and asked, "Are you looking for me?"
Her footsteps were so light, her movements were so light, and he noticed it?!
Li Qiyu felt embarrassed. She seemed to be peeping just now, but she was obviously worried about him...
"I need to use the bathroom," she made an excuse, putting on a cold face, "What have you been doing for an hour?"
Mentioning this matter, a trace of sadness flashed across Bo Yeyuan's handsome face, and he turned his body sideways: "You use it first. The floor is wet, be careful not to fall."
Li Qiyu saw him come out lonely, went in and closed the door. He saw bubbles everywhere on the floor, and a bucket was filled to the brim with bubbles.
There was a piece of clothing spread out on the floor, with a shoe brush resting on it.
It turned out that the rustling sound was from him washing clothes.
Li Qiyu thought he was wrong. He, Bo Yeyuan, knew how to wash clothes? It was a fantasy!
The Bo family manor has a dedicated dry cleaning room and drying room. All clothes will be sent in by category without any labor. None of the servants in the Bo family know how to hand wash, let alone Bo Yeyuan.