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Qiao Jia taught him twice again, Zuo Youfu gave up the treatment after tossing a few times unwillingly. "I'm going to mop the floor," he said, on the verge of collapse.

Qiao Jia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and comforted him: "Practice more, it's not difficult." Folding clothes does not require a lot of skills, and practice makes perfect.He stayed in a garment factory in his previous life, and he didn't know how many pieces of clothes he had to fold every day when he went to work.So how to fold and store the clothes on the market now is a breeze for him.

Zuo Youfu quickly waved his hand, very self-aware, and said sincerely: "I may not have the talent to fold clothes. I will just marry a handy wife in the future. Hehe, we won't do this kind of thing, old men."

Zuo Youfu, who said in the stewed pork rice restaurant that he didn't want to be a "daughter-in-law" at the moment, is now unknowingly showing signs of it. After all, it's due to the strong secretion of hormones during adolescence, and who doesn't have any good fantasies about the opposite sex?

He quickly went to get a mop to mop the floor with wet water.

Qiao Jia folded and stored all the clothes on the bed, opened the cabinet and put them away by category.Song Ranchu was in the room, watching Qiao Jia and Zuo Youfu busy, a little embarrassed, but you asked him to help, and he couldn't do it, he was not the type to do housework.So, Song Ran sat on the stool, neither speaking nor moving, just staring at Qiao Jia involuntarily.

When Qiao Jia opened the cabinet door, Song Ran saw his arm under the short sleeve. Because he raised his hand, the slender white muscle under the arm was exposed. Tender, easy to touch.

When Qiao Jia put the clothes in, the closet was slightly high, and he stepped on a small stool and leaned in, revealing his waist line under the clothes.When Song Ran saw it, his heart was about to move. One of his arms could easily wrap around his waist and bring it into his arms.

After putting away her clothes, Qiao Jia jumped from the small stool to the ground lively, with the vigor of a young man.However, Song Ran couldn't see this kind of exuberance, he only saw the shock when Qiao Jia landed on the ground that made his PG bump upside down.How plump, soft and elastic is this, so that it can swing when it jumps off?Song Ran's palms were extremely itchy, and the itchiness was like a thread, starting from his heart, jumping across his limbs and bones, and reaching his palm.

Song Ran looked away before Qiao Jia looked at him.

The angel on Song Ran's left accused: How can you be so nasty?Qiao Jia, who respects you, cares for you, and takes care of you, are you embarrassed?

The devil on the right of Song Ran smiled wickedly: You, Song Ran, have a great future and a bright future. You are not so special when you see Qiao Jia, and you are willing to have homosexuality with him. It is his ancestral grave that smoked for eight lifetimes. Blessed.Can he take root in this city by himself?Enjoy the luxury and happiness of the upper class?Dreaming!It's almost the same next to you.

However, the angel shot the demon dead with an arrow.Song Ran sighed heavily, couldn't help rubbing his face, feeling a little tired.I thought to myself: If I hadn’t been born again, I wouldn’t have known I was a twin.It would be great if Qiao Jia is gay, we can try dating for a while, and if we agree, we can hang out in more places, and even raising him for a lifetime is not a big deal... The premise is: Qiao Jia should be good and don't make trouble with him.

But Song Ran thought again: I really thought too much, the premise is not that Qiao Jia should be good, but that Qiao Jia is gay.Is he?He is not.As he said in the dormitory, how could a man be with a man?Look, he is straight.Song Ran, don't do anything wrong, you just want to keep him outside, aren't you an idiot?

Qiao Jia didn't know that Song Ran was interested in him and wanted to scum him, but at present, conscience prevailed.When he looked at Song Ran, he only saw him rubbing his face tiredly, and his brows frowned slightly.How about your thigh?Have you encountered any problems?Or are you tired of dealing with work?

But after thinking about so many questions, Qiao Jia couldn't give any good advice even if he got the answer.So I can only be a little brother who keeps his own way and doesn't pretend to be smart, "Brother Song, it's getting late, why don't you go take a bath first, take a rest early after taking a bath, you've been tired all day." If you have something on your mind, you can think about it tomorrow.

Song Ran felt even more uncomfortable when he met Qiao Jia's concerned eyes.Why do you guys treat me so well?Still so gentle.It's not my mother-in-law!Song Ran and Qi Qiran struggled while falling.He nodded with a smile on his face, "Then I'll wash first."

Qiao Jia hummed.

When Zuo Youfu came back from washing the mop, Song Ran had already gone to the bathroom to take a shower, and Qiao Jia was lighting mosquito coils.Although the first floor is cool, there are many mosquitoes, and it is easy to get damp during the rainy season.But Qiaojia wanted to do pancake and fruit business, so the first floor was naturally convenient, and a series of people who had meals didn't have to move up and down at all.

Zuo Youfu sat on the bench, took off his shoes and squeezed the soles of his feet. After walking for a long time today, the soles of his feet were a little sore.He asked Qiao Jia: "Does it seem like you have to go outside to do business? Qiao Jia, do you think you will be very tired?" He was thinking about today's interview in his heart, hoping to pass the interview, but worried that when the time came The work is too difficult to do by myself.Everything comes from the unknown and worries.

Qiao Jia finally inserted the mosquito-repellent incense. It was supported by such a small black iron piece, and the balance had to be adjusted manually. Otherwise, the mosquito-repellent incense would fall to the ground, and it would burn halfway and go out.He heard what Zuo Youfu asked him, and replied with a smile: "Don't worry, there must be a road when the car reaches the mountain, and the boat must be straight when it reaches the bridge. If the interview is successful, let's work hard. If you can't, learn more and strive for more. Bill and get a commission. If the interview is unsuccessful, we will sell pancakes and fruits in a place with more personal traffic. There is always a way to make money. Are you afraid of starving to death if you have hands and feet?"

Qiao Jia's optimism infected Zuo Youfu, who was afraid of difficulties, and his wavering heart was full of confidence at this moment.Zuo Youfu's eyes are bright, he feels lucky to meet Qiao Jia.

After Song Ran came out of the shower, Zuo Youfu went into the bathroom, and Qiao Jia helped Zuo Youfu flatten the chair and pave the way.

When Zuo Youfu was taking a shower, his eyes glanced at his dirty clothes, he was taken aback for a moment, and thought: If I don't do the laundry now, Qiao Jia will do it for me later.This is too embarrassing!

Several times before, he wanted to wash his clothes the next day after taking a shower, but Qiao Jia helped him wash and dry them without any hassle.

So Zuo Youfu reached out to pick up the bucket, put his clothes and trousers in it, and stepped into the bucket.Put some washing powder in the bucket, and step on the clothes with your feet while taking a shower.All the shower water flowed into the bucket, and after he finished the shower, he directly rinsed his feet with the shower, picked up the clothes in the bucket, wrung out the water, and finally rinsed it with clean water.

Zuo Youfu: Wash well, OK, I'm awesome!

Zuo Youfu came out of the shower and held up his short sleeves, shorts, and underwear to dry off.

Qiao Jia didn't care that Zuo Youfu did his laundry today.

He often reads and sees that the last one goes to take a shower. Summer clothes are thin and the fabrics are scarce.As far as he is concerned, it is just a matter of effort, and it is not troublesome.

However, Song Ran couldn't help pursing his lips when he saw that Zuo Youfu had finished washing his clothes.So, do you want to wash your clothes later?It doesn't seem too good to always bother Qiao Jia.

It's just that after Qiaojia took a shower, she opened the bathroom door to diffuse the steam, took a small stool and sat down by the bathroom door, and rubbed the clothes on the washboard seriously.Song Ran got up and walked over, stood by the door, opened his mouth and wanted to say that he would wash it himself, but stared at Qiao Jia's side face, he was slightly lost.

Qiao Jia was rubbing the blood spots on Song Ran's collar, it was not easy to wash after drying for too long.He looked up at Song Ran, and asked with a smile, "Brother Song, do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Song Ran's eyes were dimmed, and he looked down to see the white light shining on Qiao Jia's gentle face, his eyes were black and bright, and his red lips looked soft and kissable with a gentle smile.

Song Ran's Adam's apple slipped slightly, and the lower part became slightly stiff.The voice was slightly low, "I wanted to do the laundry myself, but I always trouble you, I'm sorry."

Qiao Jia suddenly smiled and rolled her eyes, "Brother Song, you're such a stranger, I just washed it, it's quick, no trouble. In fact, I wanted to continue to wash your clothes in the dormitory. I know you are very busy. But the money is returned to you, if I continue to help you do the laundry, other people in the dormitory will gossip."

"But here, they don't know."

Song Ran let out an "oh", jumping for joy.On the face, he asked indifferently and very normally: "Afraid that others will say gossip?"

Qiao Jia rubbed the collar of her shirt, and the yellowish marks on it became lighter and lighter.

It was Song Ran who got into a fight with someone today, so he smeared chicken blood on his face and rubbed it on his collar.Song Ran's eyes darkened again when he saw the bloodstains being scrubbed by Qiao Jia.

While rubbing the clothes, Qiao Jia said with a smile: "It's not gossip, I'm just afraid that they will say - Qiao Jia, you can help Song Ge wash clothes, so you can help us wash our socks. Hahaha, their socks It stinks and I don't want to wash them."

Song Ran thought of the three of them, Wang Liangji, Zhao Shengliang, and Li Xiang. The socks were worn for an average of two days. After they were worn, they were stuffed under the mattress and washed together for ten days and a half months. His eyes became darker and darker.

But he lowered his head and the light didn't shine on his face, so Qiao Jia couldn't see his eyes either.Song Ran leaned against the door, bent slightly, and got closer to Qiao Jia.

He said: "Really? Don't my socks stink?" Men's feet tend to sweat easily because they wear leather shoes a lot. Socks must be smelly. So, am I special?

Qiao Jia replied to him with crooked eyebrows: "Smelly, but I don't dislike it. Brother Song, I have always been very grateful to you for lending me money."

Song Ran couldn't help laughing, and couldn't help reaching out to rub Qiao Jia's hair.

Qiao Jia's whole body was petrified for a second, and then she lowered her head calmly, letting Song Ran's palm fall into the air, and he changed his position and continued to rub the clothes, "Brother Song, I will finish washing soon, you are tired It's been a day, go to rest first, don't guard me." Qiao Jia glanced at him, still smiling.

When Song Ran withdrew his hand, there was still the soft feeling of Qiao Jia's hair in the palm of his hand, his face was slightly uncomfortable, but when he heard Qiao Jia's words, he said "um", "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

Qiao Jia shook her head politely.

Zuo Youfu came in after drying his clothes, and bumped into Song Ran head-on at the door.

Zuo Youfu asked casually, "Why are you going?"

Song Ran responded casually: "Go smoke a cigarette." Calm down his mind, and let go of his big brother.