Out of control and sinking

Jiang Ruan: "Chen Jiao, please don't compete with me. You were the one washing the dishes yesterday, and I have to wash them today."

Chen Jiao: "No, you have done so much work in the morning, I will wash this bowl."

The two fought so hard that no one would give in.

Sun Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said: "Don't argue, I'll wash it."

Jiang Ruan and Chen Jiao said in unison: "No."

Jiang Ruan: "You cooked all the food, and it's only natural for us to wash the dishes."

Chen Jiao: "Brother Sun, just go and sit next to me."

Just then, the director came.

"Sun Yu, I have something to ask you."

Then he called Sun Yu away.

Jiang Ruan and Chen Jiao were still arguing, and Liang Pengbo's ears hurt from hearing it.

He said.

"Sisters, please stop arguing. Let me wash myself."

Next to him, Bo Ye was sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, feeling very comfortable.

The black eyes were staring over there, and after hearing these words, the corner of his lips sneered slightly, and he was not a few years younger.

My sister actually called me affectionate.

Are you pretending to be young?

Here, Jiang Ruan was helpless: "Don't argue with me, Chen Jiao, I will wash the dishes today."

Chen Jiao: "No, I just wash it, no negotiation."

Chen Jiao lowered her voice: "Okay, can I leave the night to you? Mr. Bo is over there, go and accompany your man."

Seeing Chen Jiao's ambiguous eyes, Jiang Ruan Ergen couldn't help but blush.

There was no point in arguing about it. Seeing that Chen Jiao wouldn't let go, she could only say: "Okay."

"Thank you for your hard work, Sister Jiao."

Chen Jiao breathed a sigh of relief: "It's not hard."

Then I went to wash the dishes with the dishes and chopsticks in hand.

Here, Jiang Ruan just walked over to Bo Ye.

Seeing her coming, Bo Ye raised his eyes.

Their eyes met, and he teased: "You want to wash the dishes?"

Jiang Ruan rolled his eyes: "What do you know? This is politeness."

Bo Ye was speechless: "Heh."

"You think everyone is as pampered as you, and we are all ordinary people, okay?" Jiang Ruan said.

Hearing this, Bo Ye suddenly felt unhappy.In the past few years with him, has he ever asked her to wash a bowl?
Just about to speak.

They saw Liang Pengbo coming towards them with a plate of freshly cut fruits.

The young man looked enthusiastic and very happy.

"Sister Jiang Ruan, Mr. Bo, try the cantaloupe I cut. It's very sweet."

Bo Ye: "..."

Why is this fly here again?

He sticks to Jiang Ruan's side all day long.

Can't rush away.

Jiang Ruan: "Okay."

Then he picked up a piece of cantaloupe and was about to eat it when a man coughed in his ear: "Ahem."

Jiang Ruan raised his eyes and saw Bo Ye covering his lips with his hand.

She said: "Mr. Bo, are you choking?"

Bo Ye: "..."

Haven't spoken yet.

"Do you want a drink of water, Mr. Bo?" Liang Pengbo took the initiative: "Let me get you a glass of water. Just drink some water and take your time."

Jiang Ruan: "That's right."

The two sang together.

When he is dead?
Bo Ye's face suddenly turned dark, as gloomy as a rainy day. His eyes fell on the faces of the two of them, and he coughed twice again.

Then he said to Liang Pengbo word by word: "I am allergic to cantaloupe."

"So please take it, thank you."

Allergic to cantaloupe???
Liang Pengbo was dumbfounded. He had heard of people allergic to milk and eggs, but he had never heard of anyone allergic to cantaloupe.

But seeing that Bo Ye's face was ugly and even a little pale, Liang Pengbo immediately believed it subconsciously and apologized quickly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Bo, I didn't know you were allergic to cantaloupe."

After saying that, he was leaving with the cantaloupe in hand.

After walking a few steps, he turned back and took the piece from Jiang Ruan's hand.

"Mr. Bo is allergic to cantaloupe. Sister Jiang Ruan, you'd better not eat it."

After saying that, he held the cantaloupe and left.

That direction is clearly the trash can.

Jiang Ruan: "..."

The last chapter was messed up, please wait until it comes out to read it again.