Chapter 899 Open a Member
He threw the tissue into the wastebasket.
Without looking at her, he said: "It's inappropriate."
"You..."
Bo Yanqing took the chopsticks away from her hand and put them away with the bowl. Go into the kitchen.
Nan Jiaojiao's face darkened.
She wanted to slap herself in the mouth.
Obviously knowing that she couldn't control his beauty, she pretended to be reserved at first, but he kept talking to her, which made her look like she was hungry.
Nan Jiaojiao was angry. When she was angry, she didn't help wash the dishes. She took a bag of potato chips from the shopping bag and sat on the sofa to eat them. She turned up the volume of the TV to a very high volume. I listened to one episode, and the sound was a bit jarring to my ears, so I secretly turned down the sound a few times.
The second episode is paid. Nan Jiaojiao leaned her neck against the back of the sofa and shouted to the kitchen: "Bo Yanqing, your TV costs money, and I can't watch cartoons anymore!"
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"Come here." There was no one at the kitchen door, but his voice was clear.
Nan Jiaojiao didn't want to move: "What are you doing?"
"I don't come back here very often, and the TV has not been turned on. You can get it by yourself with my mobile phone. If you sign up as a member, you can watch it."< br>
Nan Jiaojiao is quite impatient.
My stomach is full and it feels uncomfortable to move, but it is even more uncomfortable to just sit here and watch the still picture. She always feels that the pig face hidden under the membership reminder page is mocking her poverty.
Oh no, it's Bo Yanqing who is poor, this is his TV.
Nan Jiaojiao slowly stood up and walked to the kitchen.
"The right pocket," Bo Yanqing was washing dishes by the sink. He gestured to her sideways, happened to see her frowning, and coaxed: "I have foam on my hand, otherwise I will give it to you. It’s done, please be patient.”
Nan Jiaojiao’s eyebrows relaxed for a second.
Those who don’t work will not be able to control themselves or feel strong even when they lose their temper.
She put the potato chips in her arms, gently took away his mobile phone, walked back to the living room, scanned the QR code, and politely shouted to the kitchen: "Would you like to open an annual card?" "Okay?" . ”
Nan Jiaojiao entered the amount, ran back, placed her phone in front of his face, swiped her face to pay, and after she succeeded, she subconsciously took his phone out. The fuselage made a sudden sound.
She didn't avoid it and took a closer look. Fortunately, the pop-up content had limitations, so she didn't see anything and put the phone on the table for him.
"It looks like someone sent you an email."
"Well," Bo Yanqing responded in a low voice, "Go and play, I still have a while."
"Okay."
Nan Jiaojiao glanced at the plate on the drain rack. He took another look at the spoons and chopsticks left in the pool and went out first.
Bo Yanqing cleaned up the kitchen and wiped his hands with paper towels.
He leaned against the sink, opened the email on his phone, glanced at it briefly, and clicked delete, his face remained calm as usual.
He took a bottle of sparkling water from the refrigerator, unscrewed it as he walked, threw the ring into the trash can, walked to the sofa and sat down.
Nan Jiaojiao stuffed a pillow on his lap and lay down on her side.
Bo Yanqing let her go, leaning on her arm to rest it on the back of the sofa.
The lights in the living room were dimmed, and there was a standing desk lamp over his side. The warm orange light spread over and shone warmly on the person.
Nan Jiaojiao started to feel sleepy after a while.
Half of the sparkling water in Bo Yanqing's hand was gone. He took another sip, his throat rolled softly, and he put the drink down. He put the rest on the coffee table with his hands, and then carefully took away the half bag of potatoes in Nan Jiaojiao's arms. piece.
The movement was very gentle, but it still woke Nan Jiaojiao up.
She clenched the packaging bag reflexively, and when she opened her eyes, Bo Yanqing happened to be looking down at her.
(End of this chapter)