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Chapter 781 Can he still sit still? !

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Raising his hand to touch his wet hair, he wiped a few with a towel casually, cleaned up the bathroom briefly, took out the washed clothes in the bathroom, Ye Qiao stepped out of the bathroom, and took them to the balcony to dry.

Coincidentally, Ji Mo came out with the washed fruit, and as soon as he raised his face, he saw her raising her arms and holding her feet struggling to hang the clothes hanger.

The clothes hanger has been old for many years, and it is a bit old. The upper and lower pulleys are rusted and not smooth. It is still a bit difficult for Ye Qiao to use it.

"I'm coming!" Ji Mo strode over, reached out to take the skirt in her hand and hung it on the hanger, "Is there any more?"

"This!" Ye Qiao raised her hand and sent a hanger with her corset and panties on it.

He was slightly taken aback, and reached out to take it and hang it on the hanger.

"Let's eat fruit!"

He pretended to be natural on his face, but his eyes were a little afraid to look at her.

Ye Qiao responded, walked over and sat on the sofa, squeezed an orange, and ate to hide her nervousness.

Because she was afraid that the orange juice would drip on her clothes, she leaned slightly and bit the orange in her hand, wanting to see his reaction, but also afraid that he would accidentally see through her thoughts.

Ji Mo originally turned around and followed her into the living room.

Originally, the idea was very simple, that is, two people eat some fruit and watch a movie together.

However, when he thought of her underwear on the hanger, he couldn't calm down, and the little flame in his heart instantly roasted his internal organs a little dry.

He didn't want to look at her, but his eyes couldn't help looking at her.

The clothes on her body are still a little fat, especially the neckline of the sportswear is already big, and she leans slightly, the fair skin on the chest is fully exposed, especially a shadow can be vaguely seen ...

Ji Mo forced himself to look back, took the water glass on the table to moisten his dry lips, and leaned in sideways not far from her, facing the direction of the TV, and said in a low voice, "Want to watch a movie?"

Ye Qiao threw away the orange peel in his hand, "What kind of film do you have?"

"Let me take a look." Ji Mo reached out to grab the remote control on the coffee table, just as Ye Qiao also bent over to wipe his hands with a tissue, inadvertently, the side of his palm rubbed together, both of them felt their skin go numb, subconsciously Withdrew his hand back.

"I want to get paper!"

"I want to get the remote control!"

So, they coincidentally helped the other party get what they wanted and sent it over.

"Give!"

Their eyes met, and they smiled differently at the same time, but there was a little happiness in their hearts that couldn't be expressed - I didn't expect the other party to have such a tacit understanding.

Ji Mo turned on the TV, and Ye Qiao wiped his fingers.

While wiping, he looked at him quietly, his eyes were everywhere, he was sitting upright, staring at the screen, holding the remote control in his hand, he seemed to have no intention of messing around at all.

Brat, do you really want to watch a movie with her? !

"Which genre do you like to watch?"

Entering the movie page, Ji Mo asked with a side face.

"I..." Ye Qiao crossed her long legs, "Let's make a horror movie!"

Then I pretended to be afraid and burrowed into his arms, I don't believe it, he can still sit still? !

As if he didn't expect her to propose this genre, Ji Mo flipped through the library, "Is this okay?"

"Row!"

Ye Qiao said casually.

Anyway, she didn't really want to watch a movie.

Pressing the play button, Jimo leaned his back on the sofa, his arms naturally hung down to his sides, and as soon as his right hand fell, the back of his hand just touched her knee.

Originally, the two sat not far away, and Ye Qiao's long legs were crossed up, so the distance naturally became shorter.

(End of this chapter)