It seems that this is the first time Bo Jingshen has done such a thing. He is rare and can’t even wipe the table. He uses tissues all.

Fu Chaochao couldn't stand it and he wasted paper and wiped the table seriously, teaching him to take the kitchen rag.

"Our dining table is not dirty, just wipe it with some water. If there are oil stains on the dining table, you have to put some dishwashing detergent to wipe it clean."

It was not a technical thing, so Fu Chaochao didn't need to demonstrate it personally. Bo Jingshen listened to her and went to the kitchen to find a rag.

"Wipe a little here, and here, here."

Fu Chaochao sat on the chair and bent down, taking advantage of the different light angles to see where the table was not wiped, and issued an order, "instructing" the thin depth of field.

Bo Jingshen was patient and wiped all the places she pointed out.

He held a rag in his hand and unbuttoned a few buttons. His shirt collar was half open, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate. Under the dim halo, the small tear mole under the corner of his eyes was cute and beautiful.

He wiped it carefully, not letting go of the corners he had never touched.

A person's character can be seen from a small matter. Fu Chaochao looked at him without blinking. Serious men are indeed very handsome, even if they are doing something insignificant.

Bo Jingshen has a very contradictory characteristic. He looks like he is not touched by the spring water and is proud and noble, but in fact he can go to small restaurants and do housework hard.

"Little beauty, keep staring at me, am I very good?" Bo Jingshen's lazy words came from his ears.

When he looked up, he stopped moving at some point, leaned lazily on the table, looking at himself with a smile.

Suddenly he leaned over and pinched Fu Chaochao's face with another clean hand, "Brother, am I good-looking?"

Fu Chaochao's cheeks instantly turned red.

Bo Jingshen smiled softly, and the vibration in his chest seemed to be transmitted to Fu Chaochao, bringing waves of slight tremors.

"It seems that my brother is pretty good."

Fu Chaochao couldn't help but turn his head away, avoiding him, and muttered: "Shameless."

"Hmm?" Bo Jingshen's ending voice was lightly raised, teasing her: "Brother is not good-looking, why are you blushing?"

He looked very good and asked knowingly, "Is that right, Chaochao sister?"

Fu Chaochao let out a sigh of relief, hinting that he must keep it steady.

She ignored these questions and asked seriously: "If I asked you to accompany me to the street stalls, would you go?"

Bo Jingshen raised his eyebrows: "Go, why not?"

Fu Chaochao looked serious: "I found you are very home-based."

Bo Jingshen said with great interest: "So have I changed from a good brother to a good family man?"

Fu Chaochao couldn't help but, "I protested, I just said that I didn't say whether you are a good person at home."

"Tsk, I'm not a conscience. I sent me a good person card yesterday, and I thought I forgot?"

“…”

Fu Chaochao was embarrassed, not because he thought he had forgotten, but because she had forgotten herself.

My face was pinched again, "It seems that my presence is too low, you can't remember me."

Bo Jingshen sighed, dragging his tune and sarcastic: "My heart hurts so much."

"..." You're enough.

Fu Chaochao brushed his hand away and rubbed his face, a little depressed: "Why do you always like to pinch my face? Talk well, don't do it, your face will be rounded."

"There's no way, it feels so good, I want to pinch it."
Chapter completed!