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Chapter 694 The Breath of Home
Ye Qiao raised her face from the porridge bowl, and met Ji Mo's gaze.

Looking at each other, her heart beat faster.

Why is this guy staring at her without eating?
She quickly lowered her face to check herself, only one of the buttons on her clothes was undone, and she didn't find any grains of rice when she swiped her lips with the tip of her tongue. Ye Qiao coughed lightly.

"Is there something on my face?"

Ji Mo didn't answer, but still looked straight at her.

Ye Qiao narrowed his eyes, and soon noticed that there was something strange. He seemed to be looking at her, but he didn't seem to be looking at her. It felt like he was looking at something through her.

Seen a little hairy by his gaze, Ye Qiao raised her finger and shook it on his face.

"Ji Mo?!"

"what!"

Ji Mo came back to his senses, noticed his gaffe, and picked up the porridge bowl to drink the porridge.

"Are you not feeling well?"

"No." Ji Mo shook his head, "I just... think about something."

Seeing that he was back to normal, Ye Qiao didn't care too much.

After the meal, just as she got up, Jimo had already stretched out his palm and pinched her bowl.

"I'll clean it up!"

"It's just two bowls, it will be ready soon!" Ye Qiao snatched the bowl from him, walked towards the kitchen, and stopped at the door, "Oh, by the way, I put your belt on the bedside table. Did you see it?"

"Oh... see."

Ji Mo stammered in response, Ye Qiao had already walked into the kitchen.

Raising his hand to caress his forehead, he turned and walked towards the living room, his nose sensitively caught some familiar scents, and when he raised his face, he saw the purple dress that Ye Qiao wore yesterday on the balcony, gently shaking by the wind in the sun.

This kind of situation has been a long-lost thing for Ji Mo.

Since the mother passed away, there has been little femininity in this house.

When I was in school, I dated Pei Ruoxi. Every time she came here, she said that this house was too dark, and she never liked to stay here for too long.

I remember when I was a child, my mother liked to hang the clothes on the balcony every time after washing, and he did his homework in the living room when the light in his small bedroom was not good. There was always a faint fragrance of softener in the air, just like... at this moment.

Ji Mo was in a daze for a moment, as if he had returned to his childhood in an instant, when his mother was cooking in the kitchen and he was doing his homework in the living room, a warm softness rose from the bottom of his heart.

A hand reached out and patted his arm lightly.

Ji Mo turned his face, looked at Ye Qiao beside him, and raised his lips to smile at her.

"Thank you!"

The thoughtless thank you just made Ye Qiao confused.

"Thanks for what?"

"Thank you for doing my laundry."

"You're welcome."

Glancing at him, Ye Qiao walked up to the balcony with a smile, reached out and touched the hem of the skirt to make sure that the skirt was dry, she turned around and wanted to lower the clothes hanger.

The clothes hanger has been around for some years, and the rotating and lifting is not very easy to use, and it gets stuck in place after being lowered for a while.

She had no choice but to lift her feet and stretch her fingers towards the hanger, but she just missed it by a little bit.

Just as she was secretly annoyed, an arm stretched out from behind to help her take off the skirt hanging on the hanger. It was Ji Mo.

Ye Qiao reached out to take it, and smiled back at him.

"Is there an iron?"

"I'll get it for you!" Ji Mo turned and walked away. After a while, he took out his mother's ironing board and iron, helped her open the ironing board, plugged in the wire, and then he stretched out his hand to test the temperature, "These are all My mother’s things have not been used for a long time, I don’t know if they can still be used.”

(End of this chapter)