• Of course it is impossible to have no place to live.
• That's just a squeeze.
• Those who stay by themselves have to keep whatever they say.
• Then came the problem - it was obviously impossible to squeeze with her. Luo Nanxuan's sleeping position was surprisingly terrifying, too terrifying, and it was estimated that he would be tossed around and couldn't sleep all night.
• So he tried to discuss with Luo Nanqiu: "Nanqiu, the guest room has not been packed for too long and can't accommodate people. Can you let Xiao Mo crowd with you? It doesn't matter that you are all boys anyway. Your father is on a business trip again, and you know that your brother can't bear to look directly at him when he sleeps, right?"
• Luo Nanqiu, who was neither used to nor liked sleeping with others, said, "..."
• Jiang Mo, who was also not used to sleeping with others, said, "..."
• The two looked at each other and made eye contact: "Why don't you run away?"
• Seeing the reluctance on the two's faces, Xia Yunshi had an idea and pretended to be sad: "What's the matter? Do you have any opinion on this arrangement? Or do you both despise each other?"
• They retorted almost in unison: "Of course not!"
• For fear of misunderstanding.
• "That's fine. It's getting late, go take a shower and sleep. There are many new clothes in Nanqiu's wardrobe that have not been opened and sealed. You are about the same height, just get a set for Xiao Mo to wear. Good night~" Xia Yunshi turned her face around faster than she turned the book, and she looked heartbroken just now, and now she will float upstairs with a smile on her face contentedly.
• Leave these two bosses messy in the local wind.
• That is so typical of my son's mother.
• Identification is complete.
• In desperation, the two had to go back to the room together.
• Luo once again inhumanely sent Comrade 250 to the toilet on the grounds of preventing cats and dogs from fighting and disturbing the people, and then put Jiang Mo's precious cat son in the dog room.
• "Go wash it first. Here are your clothes." Luo Nanqiu pulled out a set of pajamas and new underwear from the closet and handed them to him.
• "Okay. I'll give you new clothes next time." Jiang Mo took it and said.
• "What else? No need." Luo Nanqiu picked up the air conditioner remote control on the desk and turned on the air conditioner.
• "It's up to you." Jiang Mo went straight into the bathroom. Then there was a faint sound of water.
• About fifteen minutes later, Jiang Mo came out. He wiped his hair with a bath towel while talking to Luo Nanqiu, who was sitting at the desk and playing with his phone: "I've washed it. You go."
• "Oh." Luo Nanqiu put the phone on the table and went in with the clothes she had just picked up.
• Jiang Mo wanted to ask if there was a hair dryer, but when he went in without saying a word, he didn't have the nerve to ask, so he could only continue to wipe the towel.
• It wasn't until Luo Nanqiu washed it out that he reluctantly dried half of it. He thought that he was halfway done anyway, so he simply didn't want to ask.
• Because of trouble.
• Although just move the mouth.
• But he just didn't bother.
• On the contrary, Luo Nanqiu discovered this very carefully. He adhered to the principle that the visitor was a guest, and left his wet hair alone. He took advantage of Jiang Mo's lack of attention to hold the plugged-in hair dryer and went to Jiang Mo's soft short black hair. Say hello.
• Jiang Mo was looking intently at the questions stored on his phone, but his face was confused by the sudden gust of wind.
• Jiang Mo: "???"
• "Don't move. Otherwise, your hair will be rolled in." Luo Nanqiu took the hair dryer and said slowly.
• Regarding the safety of his hair, Jiang Mo obediently stopped moving and let him blow his hair.
• Luo Nanqiu seemed to have found fun, and he blew Jiang Mo's usual well-behaved hair until it exploded, and then turned off the power supply satisfactorily.
• Jiang Mo guessed Luo's bad taste without thinking about it. He could barely imagine that his hair was probably fried out of shape.
• Luo Nanqiu looked at his "work" carefully for a while, and found that even if his hair was fried, it would not affect the person's handsomeness at all. Even if his ice cube face was matched with such a people-friendly hairstyle, it... still couldn't change the fact of his ice cube face.
• In general, frying hair does not affect Jiang Mo's cold temperament.
• Extraordinary.
• Then he saw the otherworldly Jiang Mo turn around expressionlessly, and said to him "kindly" inexplicably: "Come, I'll help you."
• Before he refused, Jiang Mo had already got up preemptively, pressed him on the chair, and turned on the hair dryer to blow at him.
• Reciprocity.
• As a result, it goes without saying that Luo Nanqiu is also fried.
• After the two fried cats had had enough trouble, one grabbed a comb and squeezed it in front of the bathroom mirror for a while. Even though they tried hard to straighten out their fur, they couldn't let a few disobedient hairs stick up.
• "That's it, it will be fine tomorrow." Luo Nanqiu put down the comb and said.
• "The bed is for you. I'll make a floor." Jiang Mo also put down the comb and left the bathroom, glanced at the inside of the room, "Oh, there is a sofa, I can sleep on the sofa."
• "No need. You are a guest. The bed is for you." Luo Nanqiu declined.
• He thought about it and felt that it was inappropriate, thinking that there was nothing for men to push around. Anyway, it was only one night, and it didn't matter if it was okay, so he said, "No need, just sleep in bed together."
• Jiang Mo looked at him in disbelief.
• "What's the problem?" Luo Nanqiu wondered.
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