Host, You're Targeted

After dinner, of course, we have to clean up the leftovers. With three young people in, this kind of work can not be done by Liang Weixin and Fu ting.

"QingHan, don't you still have a paper to write?" Fu Jiyao opened his eyes and said lies, "you go back to the room. It's OK to have me and your brother Jingyi clean up here."

Fu QingHan originally wanted to say that she didn't have a thesis to write. What happened to washing dishes? Usually, they both wash together. How come there are so many bowls today that she doesn't want her help?

As soon as he looked up, Fu QingHan showed his brother's suggestive eyes.

The meaning of this expression is very clear, do not want Fu QingHan to wash dishes here.

Although Fu QingHan didn't know why he didn't want to stay here, he didn't have to wash the dishes.

After opening Fu Qing's letter, Fu Jiyao turned his head and said to Liang Jingyi, "it doesn't matter if we clean it up? QingHan is very anxious about her thesis

In fact, Liang Jingyi didn't know where Fu Jiyao's purpose was, but he was not willing to expose him.

"Here are the gloves." Fu Jiyao took two pairs of plastic gloves from the cabinet and handed a pair to Liang Jingyi.

Liang Jingyi was rolling up his sleeve, and then the hand of the glove reached out and did not grasp the glove firmly.

The smooth plastic gloves slipped from both of their hands and dropped to the ground.

Fu Jiyao and Liang Jingyi squat down to pick up gloves at the same time, but they collide with each other in the moment of approaching.

"Dong --"

their foreheads collided together and made a crisp sound. They felt pain when they heard the sound. They squatted there holding their heads and covering their forehead at the same time.

"Hiss..." Liang took a breath of air and picked up the gloves on the floor.

Fu Jiyao suffered more injuries and was not afraid of pain at all. He stopped for two seconds to touch Liang Jingyi's head.

"I'm fine." Liang Jingyi pushed away his hand and stood up with his gloves in his hands. He put on the gloves with his back to him.

In the process of washing dishes, there was no communication between the two people.

After washing the dishes, they sat quietly beside Fu ting and Liang Weixin who were chatting.

About 15 minutes later, Fu QingHan came out of the room and said that her classmates had asked her to play badminton in a nearby park. It happened that she had had dinner for a while and went to exercise.

The dinner ended just after seven o'clock.

Even if the sky outside is too dark to see any sundries, it's not too late. It's time for everyone to go out for a walk after dinner.

"Ah! Ji Yao, you can take Jingyi out for a stroll Fu Ting pulled out a box of go that had not been used for a long time from the bottom of the tea table and spread it out on the coffee table. "When you were young, you often went for a walk in that park. As soon as you finished your meal, you would drag us to go there. Take Jingyi and go there for a while! It's suitable for us two old people to stay at home and play go. You young people, go out for a walk more. "

Fu Jiyao is sitting at one end of the sofa playing with his mobile phone. He looks across the long sofa to Liang Jingyi at the other end of the sofa.

Liang Weixin patted Liang Jingyi's legs, tilted his head and asked him, "do you want to go out with your brother? Let's go together? Go home and change into sportswear. Go out for a walk. You can play badminton or basketball. You can walk

Liang Jingyi leans lazily on the edge of the armrest of the sofa, his back against the soft pillow.

Perceiving Fu Jiyao's gaze, Liang Jingyi nodded his head and agreed to come down after a second of looking at him.