He lay in the guest room all night, tossing and turning his mind was covered with her strange-shaped clothes.

I can't sleep no matter how hard it is.

Qin Wu, “…”

She felt that if Qin Jingcheng had died early, he would have been forced to death by obsessive-compulsive disorder!

When others are sleeping in the middle of the night, you ask someone to change your clothes. Is this what people do?

I don't want to pay attention to him, but she is not the one who has insomnia.

He turned over impatiently and turned his back to him.

Qin Jingcheng continued to stretch out his hand and just hooked the hole in her skirt, so he hooked and pulled it.

It's a bit like a puppy locked outside the house by his owner, holding his paws and constantly crawling on the door and scratching.

Qin Wu slapped his hand off with one hand, "What hook should I hook? Don't be a hooligan, are you very familiar with?"

"Change the clothes."

"If you don't change, what clothes will you change in the middle of the night?"

"Your clothes are too ugly."

"I didn't let you wear it."

But I can see it!

Qin Jingcheng is hard to bear the feeling of being so bold.

Who can understand the sorrow of obsessive-compulsive disorder?

Qin Junwu was annoyed by him, so she simply lifted the quilt and lay on the bed in a large shape.

Qin Jingcheng, “…”

Hold!

He was originally unable to see it with a quilt, but he was still thinking that the clothes were uncomfortable. Now he was lying so carelessly, and it was obvious at a glance.

He felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to cut it with a pair of scissors!

Don't let him know which store makes the clothes, otherwise it will definitely go bankrupt!

The clothes were really too irregular. Qin Jingcheng looked at them for a long time and felt that it was torture from the soul, so he quickly pulled the quilt over and covered it tightly.

And he also lay in.

He still held the symmetrical pajamas just now and muttered dissatisfiedly, "Change the clothes."

Qin Xuwu turned over again and turned her back to him.

That night, neither of them slept well.

Qin Jingcheng was tortured by obsessive-compulsive disorder, while Qin Jingwu was tortured by him.

This guy pulled her every two minutes and asked her to change her clothes.

The time is very accurate, not a second to two minutes.

The next morning, Qin Wu sat up with a pair of panda eyes, feeling that this method really hurt the enemy by hurting himself by one thousand.

It seems like a strategy needs to be changed.

Wear personalized clothes during the day, don’t wear them at night, so that you won’t let them affect the quality of your skin when you sleep.

?With sleepy eyes, she got up and washed up. She felt that she was going to the company lounge to sleep today.

After washing up, take out the clothes under the box and put them on.

If you, the surname Qin, make me unable to sleep well at night, and I will make you have a hard time all day!

Qin Jingcheng only went into the bathroom to wash up after Qin Jingwu finished washing up. When he came out, Qin Jingwu had already gone down.

He breathed a sigh of relief and walked to the closet, trying to take his clothes to take a shower.

But I didn't expect the wardrobe to be opened, and all the clothes inside fell out.

It's so messy than a garbage dump...

Fucking her must be trying to murder her husband, surely!

With a face that I want to kill all the people in the world, I took out the clothes in the wardrobe one by one, folded them squarely, even more neat than military training, and then put them back in different categories...

A serious attitude is like garbage sorting.

I finally finished tidying up the wardrobe and went downstairs to have breakfast.

As soon as I walked into the dining room, I saw the very unique and strange-shaped clothes on Qin Wu...

Qin Jingcheng felt that he had died at her hands before he died under the fulfillment of the curse.

I endured my discomfort and walked to the dining table, looked down and saw, "Good guy!"

She took a bite of all the breakfast on the table...
Chapter completed!