Thin depth of field seems to be the first time to do this kind of thing, it is rare to be a little rusty, and I can't wipe the table, so I use paper towels.

Fu Chaochao couldn't stand it, he wasted paper, wiped the table seriously, and taught him to bring the kitchen rag.

"Our dining table is not dirty, just wipe it with some water, if there are oil stains on the table, the rag has to be wiped with some dish soap."

It wasn't a technical thing in the first place, so there was no need for Fu Chaochao to demonstrate it in person, Bo Jingshen listened to her, and went to the kitchen to find a rag.

"Wipe a little here, and here, here."

Fu Chaochao sat on the chair, deliberately bent over to see what was not scratched on the table by the difference in the angle of light, and gave orders, "instructing" the thin depth of field.

Thin Field was also patient, wiping all the places she pointed out.

He held a rag in his hand, unbuttoned a few buttons, the collar of his shirt was ajar, his eyebrows and eyes were delicate, and under the dim halo, the small tear mole under the corner of his eye was cute and beautiful.

He rubbed it carefully, not letting go of the corners that he hadn't touched.

You can see a person's character from a small thing, Fu Chaochao looked at him without blinking, a serious man is really handsome, even if he is doing a trivial thing.

Bo Jingshen has a very contradictory quality, it seems that his fingers do not touch the spring water, he is proud and noble, but in fact, he can go in and out of the restaurant, and he can also do housework.

"Little beauty, keep staring at me, am I good-looking?" The lazy words of thin depth of field came from the ears.

When he looked up, he stopped moving, leaned lazily against the table, and looked at himself with a smile.

Suddenly, he leaned over and pinched Fu Chaochao's face with another clean hand, "Brother, am I good-looking?" ”

Fu Chaochao's cheeks instantly turned red.

Bo Jingshen smiled lowly, and the vibration of his chest seemed to be transmitted to Fu Chaochao's body, bringing a slight tremor.

"It seems that my brother is very good-looking."

Fu Chaochao couldn't help but tilt his head, avoid him, and muttered, "Shameless." ”

"Huh?" Bo Jingshen raised his voice softly at the end, teasing her: "My brother is not good-looking, so why are you blushing." ”

He seemed to be in a good mood, and knowingly added another sentence, "Yes, sister Chaochao." ”

Fu Chaochao exhaled lightly, hinting that he had to be stable, he must be steady.

She ignored these questions and asked seriously, "If I asked you to go shopping with me to the stalls, would you go?" ”

Bo Jingshen raised his eyebrows: "Go, why don't you go?" ”

Fu Chaochao looked serious: "I found that you are quite homely." ”

Bo Jingshen said with interest: "So I have changed from a good brother to a good family man?" ”

Fu Chaochao couldn't help it, "I protested, I just said that I didn't say that you are a good person." ”

"Tsk, little conscienceless, you sent me a good person card yesterday, when I forgot it?"

“……”

Fu Chaochao was embarrassed, not because she thought he had forgotten, but because she had forgotten herself.

The face was pinched again, "It seems that my sense of existence is too low, and you can't always remember me." ”

Bo Jingshen sighed and dragged out the tune: "My heart hurts so much." ”

"......" You're enough.

Fu Chaochao brushed his hand away, rubbed his face, and was a little depressed: "Why do you always like to pinch my face, talk well, don't do it, your face is going to be pinched." ”

"No way, it feels so good, I want to pinch."

“……”