But the key problem is that she doesn't have the idea of falling in love or getting married. Men are unreliable. Just like Qiao Nancheng, she doesn't want to hang from another tree.
But why do you think that your heart is uncomfortable?
Tang Qingge rubbed his heart and found a problem.
She's not wearing a bra!
She used to wear pajamas with lining at home, but it happened that today she was washed, leaving only this set of lace pajamas. She usually only wore them when she slept. As a result, she didn't know what was wrong with wearing this pink lace Pajama today.
It's over. Can't he just see it?
Now it's too late to knock on the door and change your pajamas. What should I do? I have to get up and change tomorrow morning.
Tang Qingge comforted himself that Bo Qichen certainly didn't see it, so he comforted himself and went to sleep.
About half an hour later, the door of the master bedroom opened, and a light poured out from the inside. With the light came a tall figure of a man.
The man went to the sofa and looked down at the sleeping woman. After looking at it for a long time, he slightly bent down and picked her up from the sofa. The quilt fell to the ground. The woman's chest also glowed white in the dark light.
Bo Qichen paused and his eyes darkened.
Lift her up, put her on the bed, cover her up and get ready to go.
Tang Qingge suddenly turned over, his arm stretched out from the quilt, and the V-neck pajamas couldn't cover it, directly making the picture a mosaic.
Bo Qichen, "..."
She seems to be challenging his endurance.
The man's forehead muscles jumped, his eyes narrowed, and he covered the quilt for her again. Then he went out.
After going out, he went to the bathroom for a cold shower.
But Tang Qingge didn't know all this.
Only when she woke up the next day to find that she had actually slept in bed, her head was confused. She suspected that she had sleepwalked back to bed last night, but fortunately, she remembered that she had to change clothes, so she quickly changed clothes before coming out.
"Mommy! I'm hungry!"
Early in the morning, Tang Cheng shouted loudly.
"Coming, coming!"
Children just don't bear grudges. It's different when they get up in the morning.
Tang Qingge dressed up and came out. Finally, Tang Cheng shouted in surprise, "cheap dad? Are you making breakfast for us?"
"Yes."
Bo Qichen didn't look back. After a while, he asked, "what do you want to eat?"
"Toast! I want the egg!"
"Bo Ye?"
Bo Ye comes out in a neat little suit and nods, "the same."
Then he turned to look at Tang Qingge. Tang Qingge looked at the man with an apron and sleeves, showing a small, smooth and powerful forearm. He bathed in the morning light, making the whole picture mild.
She was stunned. "The same."
Tang Cheng cheered, "I can finally have a normal breakfast."
Tang Qingge was distracted by Tang Cheng's words, "what do you mean? Is there anything wrong with my cooking?"
"Mommy, your cooking is so strange."
"How strange?"
Tang Cheng thought about his life over the past five years. He was so sad that he sighed, "well, once I wanted to eat toast with eggs, but finally I ate a mouthful of toast with egg shells. Can you understand my feelings?"
"..." she would not admit it by sticking her neck. "It was an accident!"
"Also, why can grapes be scrambled with eggs? I don't agree with that!"