Dinner was served in a quiet atmosphere.

Chu Qiaoruo cleaned up the table and took it to the kitchen to clean.

During this period, she didn't look at Xiao Fan.

After eating last night, she asked Xiao Fan to help her bring the bowl to the kitchen.

Xiao Fan, who was sitting on the stool, didn't want to be awkward in his heart, he didn't like the current state, he didn't like it at all.

The sound of rattling water came from the kitchen, accompanied by the clatter of slippers.

Xiao Fan stood up suddenly, his eyes were like torches, he looked at the place in the kitchen, and went straight in the next second.

Chu Qiaoruo, who was thinking about his heart, washed the dishes in his hands mechanically, thinking about what happened in a day.

The more I thought about it, I wanted to slap myself, she was sick again, and she had an inferior complex.

A good career just slipped out of his hands.

No, she will have to talk to the mentor in a while, give the director a call, and see if the man can give herself a chance.

Thinking about it, he felt that there was a person standing beside him, Chu Qiaoruo was full of excitement, and the bowl in his hand instantly moved to another person's hand.

She looked at the empty hands that were still stained with foam, and turned her head stiffly.

Who else is not Xiao Fan?

I saw him skillfully wash the bowl inside and out, and then rinse it with clean water.

It was all washed in less than three minutes.

She opened her mouth and knotted her tongue and said, "You...... What are you doing? ”

Is this kid stupid? I didn't get angry with her just now, although she didn't take it seriously.

Xiao Fan's hand washing the rag paused, his eyes flashed, he was a little embarrassed, he turned his face away, and snorted coldly, "Occupational disease." ”

Duty...... Occupational disease?

Chu Qiaoruo's eyes widened, and he had an expression of understanding, "You used to do this often?"

"I love to study, I like to write homework, but today the teacher didn't assign it, and my hands are itchy."

This means that whoever washes the dishes every day, don't talk nonsense.

And as far as she knew, Xiao Fan seemed to be a ...... Scum.

"You don't wash the dishes at home?" Chu Qiaoruo tilted his head and asked with a bad heart.

Xiao Fan turned off the faucet, slowly walked in front of her, and smiled arrogantly, "The kitchen is a women's toilet, and I never entered it before." ”

Chu Qiaoruo: "......"

So now you can play hooligan in her house, right?

Xiao Fan's words fell and felt that it was wrong, and it was impossible to take back the words he said, so he simply pretended to wipe the gas stove with a rag.

"Poofhaha, okay, good, you never did it before, then thank you for helping me now, um~ It's rare."

One didn't hold back, Chu Qiaoruo smiled, and when he saw that the young man was about to get angry, he hurriedly ran out.

Someone left laughing, Xiao Fan was relieved, put down the rag in his hand, and leaned against the wall.

Under the light, his immature facial features were unusually soft, and his long and thick eyelashes hung down in a beautiful arc.

Well, his back hurts, but he's happy.

Back in her bedroom, Chu Qiaoruo took a shower first, lay on the bed, she held her mobile phone, thinking about how to ask.

After all, it was just a second ago as if it was frustrated.

The conversation in the car at noon is still deeply remembered in her mind, why did she look sad at that time!

Oh...... Bother!

After thinking about it for a while, she edited: "My young, beautiful, cute and warm tutor is big, are you there?" ”

As soon as she sent it out, she was at a loss.

I'm afraid that a red exclamation mark will appear.

Then she should have cried.

The message was sent out and the other party replied not long after. "Something to say."