Gao Ge tossed and turned at night and couldn't sleep, always feeling that he couldn't wait for death.

"Little fox, Qiao Yichen has the least resistance to anything."

Gao Ge waited for a long time, but didn't get a response from Xiaohu.

This stinky fox is useless at a critical moment.

He got out of bed and opened the door, and rushed directly to Qiao Yichen's door.

As soon as there was a knock on the door, it opened.

Gao Ge smiled brightly and said, "Qiao Yichen, I don't like you, but ......."

The door slammed shut.

Gao Ge was speechless, he smiled so brightly, isn't it worth listening to me finish your words?

He continued to knock on the door.

"I don't like ......"

The door closed again.

Gao Ge became more and more frustrated, and the knock on the door became louder and louder.

"I ......"

This time, Gao Ge's eyes were quick, and he put his hand directly on the door frame.

"Qiao Yichen, what are you so special, don't you even have the courage to listen to me say I don't like you?"

Gao Ge thought that Qiao Yichen liked Tang Song so much, it was absolutely impossible to close the door.

The next moment, with the screams of Gao Sing killing pigs,

Qiao Yichen not only closed the door, but also used a lot of strength.

“…… Pain, pain, pain"

Gao Ge lost the strength to scold in pain, and sat directly on the ground.

Qiao Yichen frowned slightly, he didn't expect Tang Song to be so stupid.

"Wrap me with an egg!"

"No eggs".

Gao Ge was speechless.

After glancing around Qiao Yichen's rental room, the photo that happened to be on the bedside table.

In the middle of the photograph is scotch tape, which was apparently cut off from the unimportant middle of the photograph and reglued back together.

The young Tang Song smiled brightly next to Qiao Yichen.

On the other hand, Qiao Yichen was indifferent and disgusted.

"You still have a photo of us in elementary school!"

Qiao Yichen didn't speak, stood up and threw the photo into the drawer, and didn't care about singing with his mouth blowing his hands, and went out.

After a while, Qiao Yichen walked in with a basin of hot water and a towel.

Gao Ge went to grab the towel: "I don't need you, I'll do it myself." ”

"Spread your hands out."

Qiao Yichen applied a hot towel to the back of Gao Ge's red and swollen hand, and his movements were not gentle at all.

“… Hot... Forehead... It hurts, you tap. ”

"What's the matter with tapping the point, it's all painful anyway, don't scream."

After speaking, the force in Qiao Yichen's hand increased even more.

Gao Ge's expression was hideous, and he said very dissatisfied:

"It hurts on me, it's not you, hey...... You're not going to get it! You look at getting bigger and bigger, what to do? ”

"Why are you so noisy, can't you shut up?"

Gao Ge was angry: "If you can listen to me finish speaking, can it be like this?" ”

While the two were arguing, a sharp voice came up from downstairs.

"Just do it casually, and let people sleep, I can't hold it back, and I also bother to take care of the landlord."

Gao Ge snorted coldly, what kind of person, a head of yellow waste.

Qiao Yichen teared the towel off Gao Ge's hand expressionlessly and put it in the hot water basin.

"Whatever you say, say."

"Oh, I don't like you, that's because I've never liked men, but I didn't say we can't try!"

Qiao Yichen washed the towel for a moment.

After waiting for a minute, he didn't get a response from Qiao Yichen, and Gao Ge was anxious.

"Did you hear me?"

Gao Ge bumped Qiao Yichen with his shoulder, only to find that his hands were still soaking in the hot water basin.

Gao Ge was a little anxious, grabbed Qiao Yichen's hands and ran to the bathroom.

He didn't care about the pain in his hands, and scolded Qiao Yichen with cold water on his red hands:

"You're so stupid, this is hot water, I really don't know if you're brain-dead or hand-wrecked!"

The little fox's voice suddenly interjected.

"Isn't it just a pair of hot red hands, why are you so nervous?"