"Did you smell me?"

Suddenly, Song Jiamu, who was driving, said this.

Yun Shuqian, who was sitting in the back row, trembled in shock, her face suddenly turned red, and she pinched his waist in embarrassment.

"You, what are you talking about!"

Song Jiamu was in pain, and the car started to shake. Fortunately, the speed was slow, but Yun Shuqian was also startled.

"Don't make trouble, I'm driving."

"Look at it..."

Both of them felt more at ease, and the car drove onto the main road, and the speed became faster.

"You haven't eaten yet? Of course I'm not saying that the beating you just received didn't hurt, it hurt a lot."

"No, it's only five o'clock. It's not that early."

"Then how about I take you to the market to buy vegetables."

"OK."

"I mean, I'll eat with you too."

"……not good."

"Then you have to give me some labor fees. I want to have dinner with you." Song Jiamu turned around.

"Don't look back, watch the road!"

Yun Shuqian said speechlessly: "Wouldn't it be strange for uncle and aunt to eat with me instead of eating at home?"

"It's okay. I told them I would eat at school, and then we would secretly buy groceries and cook them at home." Song Jiamu had already thought about it.

"That's okay..."

Yun Shuqian didn't realize it at all, which seemed even weirder.

"Then what shall we eat tonight?"

"Just two ordinary stir-fried vegetables."

"How about we eat hot pot? The weather is about to get hot. If we don't eat, we won't have a chance." Song Jiamu suggested.

"What kind of hot pot do you want to eat?"

"Let's go to the market and see."

Yun Shuqian felt more and more that having an electric car was a very happy thing. If she didn't have an electric car, she would have to take the bus home and then have to walk two kilometers to buy groceries. She was very tired and no one talked to her.

Song Jiamu drove her straight to the market and arrived there in fifteen minutes.

The market in the evening is also quite lively, but the meat is not as fresh as in the morning.

The two of them looked around like ordinary young lovers, and finally decided to have a seafood hot pot. The aquatic animals were quite fresh.

"I will transfer two hundred yuan to you, and it will be used as your usual food expenses."

Yun Shuqian took out his mobile phone and happily accepted his meal fee. Then he reacted and said, "Do you still want to continue to pay for food?"

"It's boring for you to eat alone. I want a change. If you want to cook, just call me."

"..."

After spending 20 minutes shopping for groceries, Song Jiamu was holding a lot of things in his hand, including a pack of seafood hot pot soup base, oysters, prawns, squid, scallops, shrimp paste, chicken, baby cabbage, tofu, and a few small mushrooms.

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There are quite a lot of varieties, and the portions are not very large, but they are enough to make you feel full. Food shopping in the south is quite exquisite. Even if the portions are small, the stall owners will sell them to you and kill the oysters for you. Xiao

The squid is also killed and the chicken is chopped into small pieces.

After putting the vegetables on the electric car, Song Jiamu took Yun Shuqian back.

Uncle Liu looked at the two people who were riding an electric car home together after buying groceries. He was in a trance again, and for a moment he suspected that he had been deceived.

Carrying the vegetables into Yun Shuqian's house, Song Jiamu felt that his whole body was sticky and uncomfortable after sweating.

"I'll take a shower at your house. I'm so sticky and uncomfortable."

"You don't know how to go home and wash yourself. It's not far."

"I told my dad to eat in the cafeteria. It would be weird if I was found eating at your place."

Song Jiamu thought for a while, "Then I'll go back and get a towel. They probably haven't come back yet."

After saying that, he ran home.

By the way, I brought the kitten that was drying on the balcony into the house.

Nian Nian had been in the sun all day, and he looked at Song Jiamu in a daze as he took a towel and ran out again. His little head tilted, and he was a little doubtful whether he had come back just now. He always felt like he had traveled from the balcony to the living room.

Inside.

When I returned to Yun Shuqian's house, I didn't see her, but her door was closed.

Song Jiamu turned the door handle and found it was locked. Then he patted the door: "Are you in there?"

"I'm taking a shower!"

"Then where should I wash?"

"You wash in the bathroom outside!"

Yun Shuqian was taking a shower, simply washing off the sweat on his body, changing out of his wet underwear, and putting on loose clothes for home.

Even though she didn't wash it very carefully, when she came out, Song Jiamu had already washed it and was drying his hair with a hair dryer. He just briefly ran the water over it.

This feeling was weird, he was actually taking a shower at her house...

Song Jiamu came out, hung up the towels to dry, and fiddled with the fan in the living room, trying to blow it in a fixed position, but there seemed to be something wrong with the fan, so he could only shake his head.

Yun Shuqian was packing up the ingredients in the kitchen, turned around and said, "It seems something is broken."

"Do you have a screwdriver? I'll take it apart and take a look."

"Can you still cultivate?"

"I guess the gear is loose, it just clicks back."

"...I don't understand. I don't know where my dad kept the screwdriver. You can find it yourself."

Song Jiamu rummaged through the cabinets and finally found a toolbox in the study room.

He dismantled the fan. There was some dust inside the front and rear nets, and the fan blades were also dirty, but the outside was wiped clean.

"It seems like you're not very good at housework. It's so dirty inside that you don't even take it apart and wash it."

"..."

When Yun Shuqian turned around, he had already dismantled a fan. "Don't worry, you won't be able to put it back together later. It's very complicated!"

"Isn't this instinct? Can you put it back?"

Song Jiamu didn't understand, so he sat cross-legged on the floor and disassembled all the core components.

Sure enough, the gear inside the rocking button was loose. He clicked it back in, tightened it, and then reinstalled the casing.

As for the front and rear protective nets and fan blades, he took them to the bathroom and carefully washed them with a brush.

Yun Shuqian looked at him.

Is this what it feels like to have a man at home? Those things that left her helpless could be solved so easily?

Her father would do it when he was at home, and Yun Shuqian didn't feel anything special. But when it was Song Jiamu, this feeling was very obvious.

As soon as Song Jiamu arrived, she even felt the scary thing under the bed and jumped downstairs in fear.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Finally, the fans were installed, and Song Jiamu proudly showed off his repair skills - the fan can move its head or fix its head, and the fan blades and the net

After cleaning, the wind blew louder and the sound became quieter.

"How about it."

"Then, can you help me fix the air conditioner?"

"Is your air conditioner broken?"

"It's not broken. It's just the net. I don't know how to remove it and I can't reach it. My dad used to help remove it and wash it. It hasn't been washed since last year. It's probably very dirty."

Seeing how incredible he was, Yun Shuqian also became excited and took the initiative to take him to his room.

The girl's room was filled with her fragrance, which smelled very good.

Song Jiamu walked into her room for the first time in so many years.

A soft big bed, a quilt much thicker than his, a clean and tidy desk, and a white carpet beside the bed.

She hasn't changed it yet.

Song Jiamu guessed that she was already suspicious, but she didn't change it?

During this period, the two of them tacitly reduced the frequency of chatting in vests. Even when chatting, they were both competing to be the best actor, but they didn't know what the other party wanted to do.
To be continued...