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Chapter 145 Fu Iron and Steel Straight Man (1 more)
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Tang Xi'en stopped crying after Fu Shiyu said good words and comforted him, but he still frowned all night long.

After dinner, Fu Shiyu cleaned up the table, and Tang Xien went to the balcony to wash his shirts. All of them were washed by hand. She didn't pay attention to it a while ago, and threw all the clothes they changed into the washing machine, which ended up costing him thousands of dollars each. All of my shirts have been washed out of shape.

He didn't mention it either, but last night, when he came back from get off work, he was carrying a bag in his hand. She thought he had brought something nice, so she went to check, only to find that a dozen were all shirts.

That's when he mentioned that his shirts can be machine washed, but on a special program.

She must have had to ask what mode it was, and he ended up mentioning a function in his double-deck washing machine.

She immediately fell silent.

Also, the difference between an ordinary washing machine of several thousand yuan and a smart washing machine of tens of thousands of yuan is not the same.

The quality of life of the poor peasants and the rich are incomparable.

Withdrawing his thoughts, Tang Xi'en carefully rubbed the white collar of his shirt.

In fact, Fu Shiyu's clothes are very clean. He takes a shower twice a day and sits in the office all day. His clothes are basically free from dirt, very clean, as if he hadn't worn them.

After washing the shirt, she went back to the bathroom and washed the rest of the clothes he had changed.

She was washing seriously, when suddenly someone cut her waist and hugged her.

"Have you finished washing the dishes?" She turned to look at Fu Shiyu.

He smiled, "It's finished, I'll wait for you to take a shower together." After speaking, he squeezed her waist.

Suddenly it made her giggle.

He rested his chin on her shoulder and watched her white and tender hands soaking in the water to wash his clothes. While he was satisfied, he also felt a little distressed: "Are you tired of washing?"

"It's okay," she turned her head and smiled at him, "but I haven't washed clothes by hand for several years, and I don't know if I can clean them well."

In the cognition of straight girls, when a girl says this, a boy should answer—it doesn't matter, as long as it is washed by you, I like it even if it is not clean.

Unexpectedly, the straight man Fu Iron and Steel said without hesitation: "I haven't washed the dishes for several years, and I don't know if I washed them clean."

Tang Zhinv: "..."

She used silence to indicate that the topic was over, and he was still talking behind him: "Your home appliances should be phased out, how can anyone wash dishes by hand now?"

"Oh."

"The washing machine doesn't work either. Nowadays, there are usually two double-deckers, with a total of four buckets. Underwear, coats, bed sheets, and socks have to be washed separately..."

"Oh."

Fu Zhinan: "You have a rough life."

Tang Xien: "..."

The water in the faucet was rushing, and she suddenly lifted his trousers with a big movement, and then soaked them in the water. After rinsing repeatedly in this way, the splashed water sprayed Fu Zhinan's face, and Fu Zhinan screamed behind him. I didn't care, after washing, I turned around angrily, and took it to the washing machine for dehydration.

When Fu Zhinan saw it, he quickly followed her and stopped her before she threw his shirt and trousers into the low-end washing machine: "My dear, dehydration will hurt it too."

She squinted at him, and in front of his face, picked up his straight trousers, twisted them hard, and the water splashed onto the ground, splashing his legs.

He dodged subconsciously, and jumped up and down a few times on his legs.

She was still twisting, looking at him provocatively while twisting: "I'm just that rough, so don't like me!"

He laughed, stroked her hair, and said, "I'm just kidding you, it's not rough, it's as delicate as a fairy."

She threw the trousers into the washing machine, and twisted the shirt again, still tilting him while twisting, and said in a calm voice: "Since you know that I am a fairy, why do you, an ordinary man, have the nerve to dislike things?"

She was angry, but he curled up his lips and smiled, regardless of the puddle of water on the ground, he stepped forward to hold her in his arms, and said dotingly: "If you still know how to quarrel, then I can rest assured."

Still holding the dripping white shirt in her hand, she struggled a bit.

Seeing that the T-shirt on his chest was wet, she pushed him: "Okay, I'm going to dry the clothes, you go take a shower first."

"I'll wait for you." He said, let go of her, took the clothes in her hands, arranged them one by one, and hung them on the clothes rack.

The two entered the room hand in hand, and he insisted on forcing her to wash together, but she didn't agree, it wasn't that time yet.

So, when he went in to take a shower, she went back to her room and got busy.So when he came out after washing, what he saw was this scene——

His beloved girl was sitting on the bed folding clothes. The men's white and gray T-shirts and the women's pink pajamas were piled up in one pile; another pile was mixed with men's and women's underwear, and her corset was placed on top.

His heart suddenly softened and softened. He wiped his hair randomly a few times, hung the towel around his neck, stepped forward to take her folded clothes, and put them in the closet one by one.

Perhaps, the joy of his student days was seeing his homework books put together with those he liked; as an adult, just seeing him and Tang Xien's clothes mixed together made him feel full of happiness.

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When Tang Xien came in after taking a shower, Fu Shiyu was already lying on the bed, but when he saw her coming in, he moved to the stool at the end of the bed graciously, took the hair dryer in her hand, and started to dry her hair.

She propped her hands on the stool at the end of the bed, tilted her head back, her long hair was hanging down her back, and her little feet were stepping on the slippers, swaying.

While blowing, Fu Shiyu suddenly asked: "Will you move to live with me?"

Without turning her head, she asked calmly, "Why did you move to your place?"

"I have a big washing machine, and a dishwasher."

"Then why don't you move back by yourself?"

Realizing that the topic was going wrong, Fu Shiyu stopped talking, and quietly helped her dry her hair.

She didn't say anything else, she dried her hair and moved to the dressing stool to apply skin care products.As she wiped it, she felt a malicious gaze cast on her, burning her freshly washed body as if she was about to sweat again.

She looked at him in the mirror, "what are you looking at me for?"

"Look at your beauty."

She smiled, looked down at the lotion in her palm, dipped it on her face with her ring finger, massaged it gently, looked at herself in the mirror, and asked casually: "When did you start thinking that I am beautiful?"

"Well," Fu Zhinan pretended to be contemplative, and replied after a while, "The first time you sent a dog to my house, I thought you were pretty."

"Haha," Tang Xi'en said with a smile, "but you were very indifferent to me at the time, including when I went to you because of the case, you also ignored me."

"Hey, what are you talking about!" Fu Shiyu was lying down, so he simply ran to the stool at the end of the bed, stared at her in the mirror, and looked at her for a long time, covering his chest with his hands, as if his heart ached, "You said you If I have a daughter, then I dare not provoke a married woman."

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