Chapter 729

Ye Qiao raised his face from the atherosclerotic bowl and was facing the line of sight of the opposite Ji mo.

Her heart pounded as she looked at each other.

Why is this guy staring at her all the time without eating?

She quickly lowered her face to check herself, only one button was open, and she didn't find any rice grains when she gently scanned her lips with the tip of her tongue. Ye Qiao coughed softly.

"Is there anything on my face?"

Ji Mo did not answer, still straight at her.

Ye Qiao narrowed his eyes, and soon found that there was something strange. He seemed to look at her, but he did not seem to be looking at her. The feeling was like looking through her and looking somewhere.

By his eyes to see a little hair, leaf Qiao raised his finger to shake on his face.

"Jimo?"

"Ah

Ji Mo returns to his senses and notices his gaffe. He picks up the porridge bowl and drinks porridge.

"Is there something wrong with you?"

"No Ji Mo just shook his head Think about something. "

See him recover as usual, ye Qiao also did not care too much.

After dinner, she just got up, Jimo has stretched out his hand and pinched her bowl.

"I'll clean it up."

"Just two bowls. It'll be ready soon." Ye Qiao grabbed the bowl from his hand, walked to the kitchen, and stopped at the door, "Oh, by the way, I put your belt on the bedside table, can you see it?"

"Oh See

Ji Mo stammered a response, leaf Qiao has entered the kitchen.

Raising his hand and caressing his forehead, he turned to the living room. His nose was sensitive to some familiar breath. As soon as he raised his face, he saw that the purple dress Yeqiao wore yesterday on the balcony was gently shaken by the wind in the sun.

This kind of scene, has been a long time to Ji mo.

Since the death of her mother, there has been little femininity in the house.

She used to associate with PEI Ruoxi when she went to school. Every time she came, she said that the house was too shady and she never liked to stay here more.

I remember when I was a child, my mother always hung on the balcony after washing clothes. When the light in his small bedroom was not good, he would do homework in the living room. There was always a faint aroma of softener in the air, just like Now.

Jimo one time some trance, as if it is an instant back to childhood, his mother in the kitchen cooking, he in the living room homework scene, the bottom of his heart will rise a warm soft.

One hand reached out and patted him on the arm.

Ji Mo turns his face and looks at Ye Qiao on the side of his body and smiles at her with his lips raised.

Thank you

No idea of a thank you, only leaf Qiao heard confused.

"Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for helping me with the laundry."

"You're welcome."

With a glance at him, ye Qiao walks onto the balcony with a smile, reaches out to touch the skirt and confirms that the skirt is dry. She turns to put the clothes hanger down.

The clothes hanger has been for some years. It's not easy to use the rotating lifting. It will be stuck in place after a period of lowering.

She had to pick up her feet and put her finger to the hanger, but it was just a little bit out of reach.

Is secretly angry, an arm has been extended from the back to help her take off the skirt hanging on the hanger, is Jimo.

Leaf Qiao reaches out to take over, side face returns him a smile.

"Do you have an iron?"

"I'll get it for you!" Jimo turned and walked away. For a moment, Jimo took out her mother's ironing board and iron, helped her to open the ironing board and plug in the wire. He reached out to test the temperature, "these are my mother's things. I haven't used them for a long time. I don't know if they can still be used."

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