If, after achieving everything you dreamed of—owning a house, a car, and significant savings—you were given the chance to go back to a time of poverty and hardship, where you were even mocked a...
Chapter 87 Old Driver
"Didn't you trim my nails yesterday? It's okay to go into the water without long nails. It's just a set of clothes." Luo Xiao said he could wash himself.
He remembered that he had helped wash the clothes that were soiled when he caught the culprit chicken.
At that time, they had not yet confirmed their relationship, but after they did, almost all of his clothes were taken care of by him.
It was just pajamas that he changed into during the lunch break at school. He could just rub them clean. There was no need to take them back.
Luo Xiao felt that the last time his nail broke, some of it went into the flesh and it was really an accident. There was no bleeding, just red, and he discovered it.
Since then, he has basically taken over the laundry. There are washing machines for other clothes, or aunties can wash them. Luo Xiao originally said that he could just find an auntie, but Yan Zhiyi said that he would do it. He doesn't like others to touch his lover's underwear.
He also prepared a washing machine specifically for washing underwear. If he was not free one day, he would let Luo Xiao use the washing machine to wash the clothes instead of washing them by hand.
"After you cut your nails, new long nails will grow. You are not allowed to wash them by yourself. Xiaoxiao's clothes should all belong to me. By the way, let's go to a place where there is medicinal food. How about we eat the medicinal food tonight?" Yan Zhiyi told Luo Xiao about today's schedule.
After hearing what he said, Luo Xiao's face turned slightly red.
But he nodded anyway. He knew that lovers would eventually reach that point, and the other party had already made arrangements. For the sake of his own health, he should not be willful. After all, if he did not take care of himself, he would probably be the one who suffered.
Luo Xiao thought of the other party unconsciously. His scalp felt numb. He always felt that it was a bit strange and not a good match. . . .
Otherwise, he should just run away. ...
Luo Xiao was a little absent-minded, and at the same time, he subconsciously glanced at Yan Zhiyi secretly, and his thoughts were almost shown on his face.
The more Yan Zhiyi looked at her, the more he liked her. He just wished he could pull her into his arms and give her a good kiss right now.
Although they didn't do anything out of the ordinary, there was an air of happiness around them.
However, careless people or outsiders who are not aware of the situation cannot see it at all.
Cheng Chen is one of them.
He was about to come over to say hello, but was pulled away by Lu Qing. Her own big, stupid guy was tactless, but she was very tactful.
"Qingqing, Qingqing, I left without even saying goodbye to my uncle and the others. Is this not good?" Cheng Chen asked his girlfriend.
"It's okay. Didn't we just say hello? We're not going the same way as my uncle. Let's go. You drive." Lu Qing stuffed the car keys into his hands.
"Ah? I drive!?" Cheng Chen was a little nervous.
Although he has a license, a driver's license, he is a novice...
"What? Don't you drive and I drive?" Lu Qing glanced at him.
Cheng Chen reacted immediately and said sweetly, "How could that be? I will drive, I will drive. Qingqing drove here to pick me up. Thank you for your hard work, Qingqing. I will drive, I will drive." As he spoke, he opened the passenger door for Lu Qing and protected her head as she got into the car.
After they got in the car and left, Luo Xiao also got in the car under the protection of Yan Zhiyi.
They got into the back seat, and as soon as the door was closed, and before the front fender was fully raised, Yan Zhiyi couldn't wait to kiss the red lips he had been thinking about for a long time.
Yan Yi, who was not distracted, said that it was really exciting to see the old house on fire. Fortunately, he was an experienced driver, otherwise the car would have gone off track. . . .