Song Dongya went out, and Tang Jiaorao stood in his bedroom, looking at the clean bed and neatly folded quilts, and thought to herself, this man is quite neat, and hesitated for a long time.

, just took off his shirt, and then put on Song Dongya's T-shirt.

She looked in the mirror and saw that the T-shirt was too big. It looked like a short skirt on her body, but it still had a different charm to it.

When she walked out of the room holding the shirt, she saw Song Dongya standing at the door.

"Sister, I made your clothes dirty. I'll help you wash them. Come down quickly and continue eating." Song Dongya snatched the shirt from her hand, and then went to the bathroom to help her wash it.

Shirt.

Tang Jiaorao did not go to the restaurant to eat. Instead, she leaned against the wall with her arms folded and looked quietly at the man squatting there to wash her shirt.

As I looked at it, I thought of my husband. She has been married to her husband for six or seven years, and her children are four years old, but her husband has never washed her clothes once, not even a pair of socks or a pair of underwear.

But this man was squatting there quietly and seriously helping her wash her shirt, which made her feel particularly touched.

The shirt was washed quickly. Song Dongya hung it to dry on the balcony. While wiping his hands with a towel, he said, "Sister, are we still drinking?"

"Of course I have to drink. Didn't I tell you? I won't come back until I'm drunk. I have to get drunk, and I have to get drunk. Again, if you get me drunk, you can hug me and kiss me if you want.

Just kiss."
Chapter completed!