"Do you really want to make me angry to be happy? I'm in a bad mood. Can't you make me feel better all day? Is it because I have a heart attack that makes me happy? " Li Qiyu's temper broke out anxiously.

Bo Yeyuan put the milk cup in front of her and murmured, "it's not worth working hard and being angry for people like me."

“……”

His hand touched the "shaking head seven feather Doll" in front of the computer and left.

Li Qiyu looked at his lonely back. He had a much better fever, but his steps were flighty and his whole state was not good. She is cruel to take back her sight. She has never had a birthday with him. Last year has become the most painful day. This year, she can still be together. No matter whether she wants to be together in the future, she wants to cherish it.

Li Qiyu points out a design draft from the document file. The draft of her Nightlight drawing has been finished. She has drawn more than ten pieces, and finally chooses one of them for the final drawing.

Give it to Bo Yeyuan on his birthday?

In order to prevent Bo Yeyuan from suddenly coming back, she swept his movement with the rest of her eyes

Bo Yeyuan went to the bathroom to wash himself. His wound clearly can't touch water. What else should he wash?

Watching him come out to look for clothes, she said coldly, "if you let the wound inflammation die here, I will throw you out."

Bo Yeyuan whispered, "good."

Bo Di took the clothes and went into the bathroom. Li Qiyu "sent" his uniform. Although he forced him to send it, it was of special significance to him. A hole in the gun damaged the arm and stained the blood.

He scrubbed away from the wound, dipped his clothes in the bucket and poured a lot of washing liquid into it.

……

An hour later, Li Qiyu revised the design of the nightlight. His mood became more and more irritable. He took a bath for such a long time. Could he have fainted? How could he be so upset? If he is a patient, he should lie down in bed and have a rest!

Li Qiyu put down the electronic painting pen, locked the screen of the computer, and went to the bathroom.

Through the door, I heard a small sound, the sound of water

Li Qiyu's ear sticks to listen. What is he doing? She couldn't get out of her mouth to call him out.

All of a sudden, the figure inside the door flickered. She had no time to hide, and the door was suddenly opened.

Bo Yeyuan was wearing a couple's pajamas. His sleeves were folded high, but he was still soaked in water. He looked at her deeply and asked, "do you want me?"

Her footstep sound is so light, her movement is so light, he also found out?!

Li Qiyu is embarrassed. She seems to be peeping, but she is worried about him

"I'm going to use the bathroom," she said, with a cold face. "What are you doing for an hour?"

Referring to this matter, Bo Yeyuan's handsome face flashed a trace of gloom, his body side: "you first use. The floor is wet. Be careful not to fall. "

Li Qiyu saw him come out lonely. He went in and closed the door. He saw that the floor was full of bubbles, and a bucket was full of bubbles.

There was a dress on the ground with a shoe brush on it.

It turned out that the rustling sound was his washing clothes.

Li Qiyu thought he was wrong. Could he wash clothes? The Arabian Nights!

There are special dry cleaning rooms and drying rooms in Bojia manor. All the clothes will be sent in by categories without any manual work. The servants of the Bo family can't wash by hand, let alone Bo Yeyuan.

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