Xing Haodong pretended to hit it.
Wudi probably knew that he was wrong, so he opened his mouth and quickly crawled under the bed, and no matter how Jiang Mingxin screamed, he couldn't get a sound.
Jiang Mingxin looked at his trouser legs and laughed. Fortunately, he was wearing thermal pants, otherwise his calves would be exposed.
"Oh, it's so broken, I'm afraid it's hard to fix it."
She was a little embarrassed because among all the household skills, needlework was the only one she didn't know.
"It's okay, I'll just change it."
Xing Haodong has not changed his clothes since he was hospitalized. Although this pair of trousers has not been worn much, it is still stained with the smell of disinfectant. Since it is torn, he will throw it away. He can cut it into several pieces and use it as a rag.
"Do you need my help?" Jiang Mingxin rubbed her ears. Her expression seemed calm, but her red earlobes betrayed her.
Xing Haodong hesitated for a moment and waved his hand, "No, I can do it myself."
It’s not that I don’t want to, but I’m really worried that I can’t control myself.
While Jiang Mingxin was washing dishes in the kitchen, he struggled to change his clothes from head to toe.
During this period, although there were always people visiting him and the caregivers were busy and responsible, no one remembered to bring him clean clothes.
He was a thin-skinned person and was too embarrassed to say it. Thermal clothes and pants were fine, as they couldn't get too dirty under the hospital gown, but his underwear hadn't been changed for a long time and it had a smell.
Jiang Mingxin cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the living room, but didn't see anyone. She ran to the bathroom and found that the man had put the basin on the balcony railing and was washing his underwear stealthily.
"Why don't you pour some hot water? Won't it be cold?"
She immediately rushed over and snatched the enamel basin from his hand.
Looking at Xing Haodong's hands again, they were already red from being frozen by the cold water.
"Stop washing! Clean your hands immediately and get into bed to warm them up! You haven't even fully recovered yet. What if you catch a cold?"
Jiang Mingxin's face turned stern and his voice became stern, looking quite scary.
Xing Haodong looked at the underwear in the basin, hesitant to speak: "Or... add some hot water, or I'll wash it myself."
"You went just because I told you to! You dared to disobey me before we even got married? What are you going to do in the future?"
In terms of control, Jiang Mingxin is clearly better.
Xing Haodong had no choice but to lie back on the bed, but his eyes kept glancing at Jiang Mingxin.
He couldn't calm down at the thought of her rubbing his underwear in her hands. His heart was pounding and he felt like he had a mouthful of popping candy in his mouth.
Jiang Mingxin poured the hot water from the kettle into the basin, then filled another pot of water and boiled it on the stove.
Then he rubbed Xing Haodong's underwear clean and hung it on the balcony.
However, the auricle was still congested with blood.
Suddenly, Xing Haodong pointed at a clothes hanger above her head and asked curiously, "What is that? Mingxin, is that your clothes too? Why do they look so small and have such strange styles?"
Two semicircular pieces of soft cloth, tied with two very thin straps and inlaid with a circle of white lace, what can they cover?
Jiang Mingxin looked up and his face turned red instantly.
"That, that's... hey, it's my clothes, so what? You're not surprised by anything!"
She pouted and glared at Xing Haodong, then took two steps at a time and hurried back to the bedroom.
After a while, Xing Haodong's body shook!
He thought of it!
Those two semicircular things are actually...
He quickly averted his gaze and covered his eyes.
Previously, Jiang Mingxin wore vest-style bras, which at most looked a little shorter than a vest, not something to be embarrassed about.
But this one, with its avant-garde design and several thin pieces of fabric pieced together, can barely cover...
He couldn't control his thoughts and suddenly a hot stream spurted out from under his nasal tube and dripped onto the quilt.
As luck would have it, Jiang Mingxin remembered that he had something important to tell him, so he opened the door and walked out. Seeing this scene, all the embarrassment he had just felt turned into laughter.
The two looked at each other, and then looked away as if they were electrocuted.
Jiang Mingxin handed him some toilet paper and asked him to press the bleeding nostril with one hand and raise the other hand high above his head. After a few minutes, the bleeding stopped.
"I think you need to wash your clothes too. It's too inconvenient to wash them by hand in winter. Why don't we buy a washing machine first?"
It's not that she can't bear the hardship, but that there is no need for it.
"Jianguo and Qiao Ni have already ordered the TV, refrigerator, and washing machine for us. They said we just need to take the receipts to the department store to pick them up."
"Okay, then I'll ask Jiang Bin to come over tomorrow and accompany you to pick up the goods." The blush on Xing Haodong's face had not faded yet. Looking at the beautiful Jiang Mingxin who was so close to him, he was still a little distracted.
He cleared his throat and forced himself to pull back his racing thoughts.
"I heard you gave Jianguo a really great idea. He told me on the phone that he wanted to become your apprentice. I didn't even know you were into business, and you had that... marketing plan. You never told me about it before."
These words sounded sour, and Jiang Mingxin got goosebumps all over his body.
"That doesn't mean there's no chance. You're not a businessman, so why should I bring that up? But your childhood friend is quite clever. With just a little guidance from me, he can draw inferences and apply what he has learned to other situations. He's quite capable of handling things, and he deserves to make money."
When she saw Xing Haodong was jealous, she couldn't help but want to tease him.
As expected, Xing Haodong's face darkened, and he suddenly became very jealous.
"Oh, that kid Jianguo, he's never been a good student or a target shooter, he's just cunning. So what if he can make money? He's got too many tricks up his sleeve and is always out socializing. I don't know how much he's wronged Qiao Ni, and he still..."
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