Male God Please Lie Down

Zhang Haiyan's heart hurts, but there is no way.

She was crying, and she regretted it very much now.

I regret that I shouldn't believe in Gao Jie so much. What is going on? I should first ask Gao Jie to pay the money first.

Zhang Haiyan squatted on the ground, crying for a long time, and finally stood up again, carrying these high-class gifts and intending to exchange money.

It's just that there isn't even a car in this neighborhood, and she might have to go for a long, long time.

Standing in the monitor in front of the door, Bo Qingming watched Zhang Haiyan limping away, his eyes cold.

People like Zhang Haiyan deserve it. They are not a good person in themselves, and they are now being pitted by Gao Jie.

It deserves it more, is less harmful, maybe it won't be reduced to the current fate.

Bo Qingming turned off the monitor and put it on the lid. The wall in front of the door seemed to be nothing, completely without any trace.

She glanced at it and walked towards the kitchen.

At this time, the butler He Bo was still explaining the farce outside to Xiao He.

"Master, that person said he was a relative of mine. I didn't even know him. I really didn't mean it."

He felt very guilty, and he turned over and over again, and he had said it several times without stopping.

Although Xiao He is cold noodles, his attitude towards He Bo has always been quite good.

"He Bo, I see, you clean up and you can get off work."

Xiao He said slowly.

"good!"

After all, Bo He has been in Xiao's house for many years. At this time, looking at Xiao He's expression, there is nothing alike, and his heart is also let go.

He was not afraid that he would not be believed, but that he had been here for so many years, and in the end, he was still fetching water with a bamboo basket.

This kind of feeling, no matter how you think about it, makes people feel broken.

After He Bo left, Bo Qingming nodded slightly with him, and walked into the kitchen.

Xiao He was standing upright, wearing white cotton short sleeves, a pair of shorts underneath, and an apron around him.

With a tall figure, standing inside like this, the whole person looks very mighty.

But because he has a cold face and a sense of asceticism, this kind of person is really an unspeakable mixture.

The whole body is cold, completely ascetic, but occasionally it exudes that hormonal breath, which makes people imagine.

No wonder, this man, no matter where he goes, is very eye-catching.

There are a lot of fans around me.

"Are you going to help?"

Xiao He was preparing dinner, he watched Bo Qingming stand aside, his wonderful eyes were always fixed on her, and he asked again.

"Okay, what do you want me to help you with?"

Bo Qingming walked over and asked with his head sideways, still looking at him with a pair of wonderful eyes.

It was flashed by the star-like light in her eyes.

"You help me peel the potatoes!"

Xiao He handed a small frame to Bo Qingming.

"OK."

Bo Qingming took it over and carefully peeled the potatoes there.

"Be careful not to hurt your fingers."

Xiao He saw that her technique was quite proficient, but looking at her fingers in vain, there was still some subtlety in his heart, and he couldn't help making suggestions.

"OK."

Bo Qingming nodded, although this was an insult to her God of Cooking.

However, Xiao He doesn't know this either, haha.