Qiao Zhiyan retracted her mind violently, and then patted the empty space next to herself: "Come, sit here." ”

"Don't, Dad won't let others sit!" Gu Moyan shook his head, and said with a little hurt expression.

"It's okay, you see I'm not sitting here!" Qiao Zhiyan said with a smile.

"But the last time I sat down, my dad threw the quilt away. Gu Moyan pursed his lips.

Uh, throwing the quilt?

How does it sound so familiar.

Yes, the day she first moved in, he threw all the brand-new quilts, pillows, and sheets downstairs because of disgust...

She'd seen it before, terrifying...

I thought he was like that to himself, but I didn't expect it to be the same for his own son!

Cleanliness, I'm afraid he can't help himself.

Tsk tsk, that's perverted...

Still, at least, he doesn't dislike her now, does he?

Qiao Zhiyan smiled excitedly because she was a "special case", and she was stunned for a while.

Gu Moyan: "......"

"Well, come on, let's sit on the carpet. Qiao Zhiyan got out of bed as she spoke, and sat on the carpet next to the bed with a "plop".

Gu Moyan shook his head again: "Don't, don't." ”

"Uh, no, the carpet is not allowed to sit, are you going to throw the carpet when you sit?" Qiao Zhiyan looked at Gu Moyan sympathetically.

Gu Moyan shook his head again, and then said, "No, no, Dad said, the ground is dirty, don't let me sit, sit and spank my ass..."

Qiao Zhiyan: "...... what kind of father is this?

Tut-tut, the flowers and bones of the motherland should have been flowery, but now it's okay, it's white, ghost...

"Then, what else does your father not let you do?" In order not to touch Gu Jinchen's minefield, Qiao Zhiyan felt that she really needed to understand some of his special habits and guidelines.

"Don't let me wipe my nose with my hands and sleeves, don't let me..."

Here the two "children" are chattering and discussing, and on the other side, in the bathroom downstairs, Gu Jinchen is a different scene.

Taking off his blood-stained clothes, Gu Jinchen threw them towards the trash can.

Suddenly, his movements stopped.

Retracting his arm and throwing his clothes in, he turned on the shower...

After taking a shower, he walked out of the bathroom while wiping his hair.

Walking up the stairs to the cloakroom, he picked out his clothes and stood in front of the dressing mirror.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Gu Jinchen fell his gaze on his chest.

Slobber!

Actually, he knew that she wasn't spitting, as Gu Moyan said, it fell.

But in order to resolve the embarrassment, he had to say that at the time.

However, he was puzzled again.

He's bandaging his wounds, what is she drooling about?

If that woman drools, he won't be surprised, in the face of such a beautiful food, she drools, it is understandable!

But what is the reason for that little girl?

She's so small, it's impossible to be fascinated by it!

But, apart from this explanation, he really couldn't find any reason to explain the drop of saliva.

Moreover, she did watch him lose her mind when she had just changed her clothes.

The gaze is also different from usual.

Is it really attracted to your own face?

Wouldn't it, so small, so precocious?

But it's not impossible, the current post-00s primary school students are more crazy and bold than their post-90s on Valentine's Day...

Thinking about it, Gu Jinchen felt inexplicably uncomfortable in his heart.

After putting away the towel and changing his clothes, he straightened his collar, then left the cloakroom and walked to the bedroom door and stopped: "Yanyan!"

"What's wrong?" Gu Moyan and Qiao Zhiyan spoke almost together.