Ninety's pretty daughter-in-law has a little field

Chapter 841 Chapter 845: Constantly heating up [2 more]

"Sounds very warm." He Bisheng smiled.

Song Sichu turned to look at him, and nodded: "It's very warm, but it's been a long time since I've been eating like this, and now I'm eating in the store."

"Then try next time."

"Okay."

"..."

"Hair is almost dry, Brother Bisheng, go and rest first, it's too late." Song Sichu couldn't let him sit here and wait with him, and urged him to go back to the room to rest.

He Bisheng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't worry, go rest after your hair is dry, I'm not sleepy."

I don't know why, but I always feel like sitting and chatting with her, looking at the stars and the moon, is very pleasant.

Song Sichu got up and said: "Then I'm going back to the room, Brother Bisheng, you should go back to the room quickly."

"Chuchu, come here." He Bisheng waved to her.

"What?" She blinked suspiciously.

He Bisheng simply stood up and walked over. Under her slightly uneasy gaze, he stretched out his hand to cover her hair, frowned and said, "You can't go back to the room yet, blow it for a while, it's not good for your health to sleep without your hair dry."

Song Sichu was stunned, his body froze and he didn't dare to move.

He Bisheng took the cloth from her hand and asked, "Is there any more?"

"What?" Song Sichu looked at him blankly.

"Is there any dry cloth?" This cloth is wet, no matter how much you wipe it, it's useless.

"No."

He Bisheng had no choice but to brush her hair with his hands, "That's the only way to go."

The man's warm hands ran through his hair, Song Sichu felt his cheeks warming up, and his heartbeat was frighteningly fast.

"Brother Bisheng..."

In the quiet courtyard, her voice sounded especially clear.

"Why?" He Bisheng carefully brushed her hair, letting the wind blow more evenly.

Song Sichu suddenly clenched his fists, closed his eyes, shook his head and said, "It's okay."

Almost, she couldn't bear it anymore.

Why be so nice to her?
Why……
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In the early morning, the Song family was very quiet, but it was very lively outside.

The sounds of villagers greeting each other, the sounds of children playing, and the sounds of adults cursing...

He Bisheng opened his eyes, lay on the bed and listened to those voices for a while.

After a while, he climbed out of bed and walked to the yard, and saw Song Sichu squatting and washing his clothes.

She wears two braids and wears simple short sleeves and trousers, just like a rural girl.

He Bisheng stared at her for a long time before he came back to his senses, and glanced at the time on his wrist, it was seven o'clock.

It was still early, but Song Sichu had already done half of the laundry.

"Chuchu, why didn't you ask me to get up and help?" He Bisheng walked over and knelt down to ask her.

Song Sichu raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, looked up at him, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, Brother Bisheng, go to sleep for a while, I'll wash it soon."

He Bisheng frowned slightly, and two words suddenly flashed in his mind-distressed.

It's strange, why does he feel distressed?

He took out a handkerchief from his handbag and wiped the sweat off her forehead, "Chuchu, go and rest, I'll do the rest."

Song Sichu stopped what he was doing, and looked at him curiously: "Brother Bisheng, do you do laundry at home?"

He Bisheng: "..."

"Well, although I don't do laundry at home, I will." He tried to explain.

Song Sichu smiled and said: "Okay, brother Bisheng, you go wash up first, I have put the toothbrush and towel in the washbasin, and you can help me wring and dry the clothes later."

He Bisheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, then I'll go wash up first."

(End of this chapter)