After waiting for a while, Song Yichen didn't hurry to open and browse each page, and after ten minutes, Concubine Ye finally couldn't help but speak again: "Song Yichen, you were filming those ......"

"Didn't you see me ordering takeout?" Song Yichen interrupted dissatisfiedly, but fortunately, this sentence let Concubine Ye know that at least he hadn't forgotten that he was waiting on the side.

After waiting for about ten minutes, Song Yichen finally put down his phone, got up and walked to the bathroom to start washing his clothes.

Concubine Ye hugged Xuanxuan and followed, and asked this question again that she had asked countless times, not to mention that Song Yichen was annoying, she was annoyed herself.

But she doesn't understand, since it's so annoying, why don't you just say something and send her away as soon as possible?

"I'm doing laundry." Song Yichen still responded lightly.

"Song Yichen, you wash your clothes, but you don't have to wash your mouth, and no one gags your mouth, you can talk to me while washing clothes, and you won't delay your time." Concubine Ye persuaded patiently.

Song Yichen said lightly: "I am used to focusing on one thing at a time. ”

Concubine Ye couldn't help but roll her eyes, and she had the urge to give him a hammer in the back.

Xuanxuan in her arms was already sleepy and began to make some trouble, Concubine Ye simply carried Xuanxuan back to the living room and coaxed her to sleep.

After she slept well, Concubine Ye put the child on the sofa and carefully surrounded her with quilts and cushions to prevent her from rolling off the sofa.

At this time, the person from the takeaway had already come, and Concubine Ye saw that he had been washing clothes in the bathroom, so she took the initiative to take the takeaway and paid for it.

"Song Yichen, the things you ordered have arrived." Concubine Ye resigned herself to the bathroom and called him.

"Got it." Song Yichen opened his mouth lightly and continued to wash his clothes.

Seeing that he didn't mean to move, Concubine Ye couldn't help but feel a little like crying, turned her head to look at Xuanxuan, who was sleeping soundly, and said, "Uncle Song, you go to eat, I'll help you wash!" When you're full and drunk, please open your golden mouth and talk to me about the photos! ”

Seeing that she took it, Song Yichen rushed his hand, and then said lightly: "Remember to wash it by hand, don't dye it with different colors." ”

Concubine Ye couldn't help but roll her eyes, he really couldn't treat her as a nanny!

Concubine Ye resigned herself to rolling up her sleeves, found two basins to come out, and scrubbed them carefully, thinking that if Su Mohan knew that she was washing clothes for a bastard outside, she would be angry and want to jump!

But she has only been out for less than a month, and she doesn't want to encounter any difficulties and troubles, so she turns her head like a child looking for numbness, and rushes back into the arms of others.

Retracting her thoughts, Concubine Ye looked at the man's shirt and flattened her mouth, but she was the same size as Su Mohan, and she didn't know what Su Mohan was busy with recently, and there must still be no news about the child......

After washing it carefully for a while, the shirt was fine, but the two coats were too thick for her, and it was really inconvenient to scrub them by hand.

Simply, Concubine Ye threw her clothes directly into the basin and jumped in barefoot.

I don't know if I thought of the clothes in the basin as Song Yichen's stinky face, Concubine Ye stepped on it very hard, and after a while, a layer of white foam floated out of the basin, not past her ankles.

A few minutes later, a burst of footsteps suddenly came to mind outside the door, and Concubine Ye hurriedly jumped out of the basin so as not to be discovered by Song Yichen's broom star.