Xiao Xingyu wiped the back of his neck. So, he handled it alone?
There are so many different kinds of clothes... some of them are obviously not suitable.
He was torn between calling Zhang Moyan or not. In the end, for some reason, he didn't bother Zhang Moyan and decided to do it alone.
Xiao Xingyu looked around the house but didn't see anything that could hold clothes. Finally, he found a few large shopping bags in the kitchen. When he came out of the kitchen, he saw Zhang Moyan also coming out of the bedroom. She was kneeling on the carpet in the living room and rummaging through the drawers of the coffee table.
"I'll help you find what you're looking for." Xiao Xingyu walked over like a kind father.
"This." Zhang Moyan held up what she found.
Xiao Xingyu took a glance and almost sprained his ankle.
It's a bottle opener.
Looking again, Zhang Moyan was holding the bottle of Lafite he gave her in her arms, and was about to open the bottle!
"Hello,……"
Before Xiao Xingyu could say anything, Zhang Moyan's dazed voice spoke out: "Didn't you say you'd go home and drink?"
Xiao Xingyu paused.
"Yes, I did," he didn't deny it, reaching out to grab the bottle in his hand: "But I didn't say I was drinking it today."
Zhang Moyan's expression froze for a moment, and she was stunned for a long moment before realizing she had been tricked. "How could you do this?"
The sofa was littered with clothes thrown by her, and Xiao Xingyu didn't want to make things worse and sat down on the coffee table: "How am I?"
Zhang Moyan didn't say anything, her eyes glued to his hands.
Xiao Xingyu slowly placed the wine aside and warned him earnestly, "You've already had cognac today. This is red wine. Mixing it with other wines will make you even more drunk, you know?"
"Aren't they all made of grapes? What's the difference?" Zhang Moyan looked at him in confusion.
"Of course they're different," Xiao Xingyu said in a reasonable tone, "Einstein and I are made of the same material, how could they be the same?"
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