"Your bath head is broken? Will you fix it? Meng Hao asked after Wang Qiu.

Wang Qiu ignored it.

After entering the house, Wang Qiutou slammed the door shut without looking back, but he didn't hear the usual slamming sound.

She turned her head suspiciously, but saw Meng Hao holding the door with one hand, half of his body leaning in, still with that youthful smile: "I'll help you pretend, I will." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Wang Qiu's answer, he came in directly, took the bath head from Wang Qiu's hand and walked straight into the bathroom.

Wang Qiu looked at him indifferently like that, and there was an upward vitality in his body, as if everything was so natural.

In the past, Wang Qiu would have refused immediately, but today, she wanted to try to unseal herself and try to contact people other than her relatives and family.

Wang Qiu went to the kitchen to mix a glass of juice by himself, and then went to the bathroom with it.

At this moment, Meng Hao seemed to be about to install the shower head, his mobile phone was put on the sink, Wang Qiu glanced at it, and the page was still on the page of searching for "how to install the shower head".

I can't help but feel very funny, obviously I can't, but I still have to come in and do it.

Seeing Wang Qiu walk in, Meng Hao immediately showed a big smile: "Right away." ”

Then Meng Hao lowered his head and turned on the switch with his hand, and in an instant, the water from the bath head above his head poured down, directly soaking half of Meng Hao's body standing underneath.

He was a little overwhelmed, and the water rushed into his hair so that he couldn't open his eyes and feel for the switch.

When he found the switch with his memory, he pressed it hard and touched Wang Qiu's hand, and the two turned off the water together.

Wang Qiu immediately withdrew his hand.

Meng Hao flicked his half-wet hair back with his hand, and some droplets of water gradually reached Wang Qiu's clothes and the cup in her hand.

Meng Hao didn't care at all, and drank it all directly.

After drinking, he showed a big smile towards Wang Qiu again: "It's so delicious, did you mix it yourself?" ”

Wang Qiu nodded, his eyes skimmed over his upper body, wearing a white short T, and there was only a simple logo with the word m on his chest.

The front of his chest was all soaked, clinging to the looming muscle lines, and he looked up to meet his crooked smiling eyes.

A few drops of water fell from the ends of his hair, and his beautiful face met her eyes.

Wang Qiu turned his face away, took the water glass, stood on tiptoe and reached out to remove the bath towel that was placed on the wall shelf on the side, threw it on his body, and then turned to leave the bathroom.

Meng Hao followed Wang Qiu out of the bathroom while wiping his hair, turned left, and walked through the living room to the kitchen.

The kitchen in Wang Qiu's house was open, she washed the cup, and turned her head to see Meng Hao sitting on the chair.

Meng Hao looked at her and asked, "You haven't told me your name yet." ”

"Wang Qiu." The answer was lukewarm.

Meng Hao then asked, "Is it convenient to say how old you are?" ”

"Thirty-three."

"Then you look pretty small, but." Meng Hao paused, looked at her curious eyes and continued, "You seem to have a temperament that doesn't match your age. ”

Wang Qiu frowned and chuckled: "Then what kind of temperament do I have." ”

"Calm, old-fashioned, gentle but capable." Meng Hao thought seriously.

"You've only seen me once, and you see so much in me?"

Meng Hao quipped: "Who said that I just met, I've seen you many times, and I saw you drinking coffee downstairs a few days ago, it's still hot." ”

Wang Qiu didn't talk.

Meng Hao continued: "I'm thirty years old, it's not too much to call you a little sister." ”

Wang Qiu replied lightly: "Whatever." ”