A Joyful Boy: From Meeting the Drunk Song Qian

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Su Chen agreed immediately.

He wanted to see how effective the robot was.

But the next second.

He was amazed by the robot.

The areas where the robot had walked were noticeably cleaner and brighter than other places.

"It's also a sweeper and mop combo, which is very convenient."

"Since you're so capable, I'll call you Xiaobai. From now on, you'll be in charge of sweeping and mopping."

"Yes, Master, the name has been entered."

Su Chen chuckled softly.

This thing is so much better than the robot vacuums sold outside.

Sweet Home calculates the cleanliness of the house on a daily basis, meaning that the cleaning count is reset at midnight.

We have this little guy.

He can then do two fewer chores each day.

At least it made him feel that the 100 points weren't a loss.

But now.

I've almost finished tidying up the house; there are only eight items left, and I don't know where the other two came from.

"Oh right, garbage."

Collecting all the trash together and putting it by the door definitely increased the number of chores I had to do.

"Beep! You have completed ten chores, achieving the second stage of the [Sweet Home] mission. Reward: 100 points, 10 points increase in room coziness."

what's the situation?

Completed the task?

But isn't the garbage bag in front of us only used nine times?

Squeak! ~

The bathroom door was opened.

The sound of a washing machine churning could be heard coming from inside.

"My clothes are a little dirty, may I use your washing machine?"

Su Chen's eyes lit up.

Oh, you were doing laundry!

and many more.

Does someone else doing housework in this house count towards their task progress?

Then why does he clean it himself?

It would be so much better to hire a cleaning lady.

Su Chen decided to see if there were any suitable options later.

"Young man, you're all dressed, you won't mind using your washing machine, will you?" Song Qian said, drying her hair as she sat down on the sofa.

Sitting cross-legged.

Both her figure and her current state.

She's like a girl in her early twenties.

Even Song Qian herself didn't realize how relaxed her movements were.

She had never sat like that, not even at home.

It seemed that only here could she truly relax.

"Of course not, I should even thank you."

.....

Nobody's sending me flowers? *sobs*

006: Song Qian Relaxes, Qiao Yingzi's Whereabouts

"Thank me?"

Song Qian thought about it for a moment, and realized that she hadn't done anything since he picked her up.

"Thank me for what?"

"Hehe, it's nothing."

Thank you for helping me complete a task.

However, he didn't say that.

It must be said that observing Song Qian up close during the day, while lacking the hazy beauty of the night, is quite different.

But it definitely looks much better than what you see on TV.

There wasn't even a single wrinkle visible on her face.

Her skin was also fair, tender, and delicate.

Like a peeled egg.

No wonder so many readers are thinking about him.

Su Chen then asked, "Do you remember when you came back yesterday?"

"this......"

"I vaguely remember, but I think I went home."

Song Qian looked at the room's layout and the feeling it gave her.

It really does feel like home.

But surely I shouldn't have made this mistake.

What's your building number and apartment number?

He asked this because he had genuinely forgotten where Song Qian lived.

Who remembers this when watching TV dramas?

I don't remember anything when I read novels.

Moreover, he hadn't seen Song Qian and Qiao Yingzi for more than half a month. If he hadn't been sure that this was Shuxiang Yayuan and Chunfeng Middle School was not far away, he probably would have moved again.

"Building 5, Room 403".

Song Qian didn't think there was anything wrong with her saying the house number.

There was even a slight desire for the other person to know.

This can shorten the distance.

“Building 5, Unit 403???” Su Chen was stunned: “My apartment is in Building 5, Unit 402!”

"Oh, I see! What a coincidence!"

Song Qian covered her mouth and laughed: "No wonder I went to the wrong place."

At this point, Song Qian's eyes softened.

She had never seen the child in front of her during her daily commute.

In addition, he lives alone.

The parents must be away.

You've shut yourself off, haven't you?