Song Miao directly hugged Song Ci back to the east wing.

Song Chunli and the others left, and the younger brother was left alone in the east wing.

The east wing room is separated from two rooms, very spacious, and the younger brother lives alone, so he took the initiative to invite Song Miao to move in with her, and the two sisters can be companions, and they can also whisper affectionately at night.

The sisters are diligent, the house is clean and tidy, and it is simply decorated, and the details reveal the ingenuity of their daughter's family, which is a hundred times stronger than when Wang Xinfeng lived at home, and it has completely changed.

Song Miao reached out and touched the bottom of the kang quilt to be warm, so she stuffed her little sister into it and sat down, turned around and poured a cup of hot water to warm her hands.

"Grandma is cooking, I won't give you snacks first, so I don't have to take up my stomach. ”

Song Miao explained with a smile, sat on the kang, and picked up the half-beaten sweater in the needlework basket and knitted it.

Song Ci looked at the old color of the yarn, and asked casually:

"This sweater doesn't look like a new one. ”

Song Miao glanced at her approvingly, and said that the little sister is smart.

"It's the old sweater you came to my brother's side, dismantle a few pieces, and refurbish it. This is still a new trick I learned from Sister Wu Tong, they are popular to weave this kind of this year, with a wider sleeve, called a bat shirt. ”

The name of the bat shirt is very vivid, and Song Ci certainly knows it. Looking at the blue, black and red woolen threads, woven into wide vertical lines, I feel that the finished product is probably okay?

It's better than the current blue, black, and green fat coat pants, and the big red straight-leg tight-fitting sweater sweater pants.

Song Ci drew a mark on the style of the bat shirt in his mind, thinking that he would come up with a version of this sweater sweater sweater later. The design should also be in line with the current trend, why not eat the ready-made dividends?

"Sister, you are so skillful. ”

Song Ci praised her sincerely, thinking about how to talk to her about the somewhat embarrassing question of body weight.

Song Miao smiled, skillfully flipped up and down the sweater needle, and did not say anything.

The atmosphere in the room was quiet, so beautiful that Song Ci became more and more difficult to speak.

No matter what, she will rely on Xiaomai again, even if she is wrong, can her sister still deal with her?

Song Ci thought that he didn't have a good idea, so he simply broke the jar and broke it, and he was determined by the gentleness and tolerance of the eldest sister, and played straight balls without fear.

"Sister, you put this down first and talk to me. ”

Song Miao put down the sweater needle in a good manner, tidied it up slightly, put the needlework aside, looked at the serious little sister with a little amusement, and asked cooperatively:

"Say whatever you want. ”

Song Ci was stunned and said:

"Sister, I have a solution to this hairy problem on your body. ”

Song Miao's complexion changed uncontrollably, but she listened patiently.

Song Ci didn't give her time to react, and asked directly:

Just like a man shaves every day, it only takes you a little bit of time every day, and you don't have to think of it as a burden. ”

Song Miao looked sluggish and seemed to be a little indigestion.

Song Ci continued:

"Don't be surprised, how can a woman shave her hair or something. This kind of intimate thing, how can others know if you don't say it?

Or do you just want to be lazy and refuse to spend a little more time taking care of yourself every day in order to be beautiful?

You're not right, other gay men work tirelessly to shave their faces and beards every day, and keep themselves decent and tidy, are people complaining?

As a lesbian, you can't be sloppy than other gay men, right? There are no ugly women in the world, only lazy women, sister, don't make excuses for yourself. ”

Song Miao was overwhelmed by her barrage of words, and instinctively denied it:

"Where do I have?"