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Chapter 46 Don't even deserve a glance?

After eating and drinking enough, Bo Yiqian rubbed his belly and leaned on the chair, looked at An Nianbei who was playing with his mobile phone, and stared at him seriously for a while.

The so-called beauty under the light, the more beautiful you look.

An Nianbei was looking at the phone with peace of mind, but inadvertently raised his head and glanced away, and then saw Bo Gou staring at him.

Immediately, she felt a little uncomfortable. As soon as she put the phone away, she began to accuse fiercely: "Clean up when you are full. What are you doing?"

Bo Yiqian took a deep look at her, then stood up resignedly, packed the dishes on the table and went to the kitchen.

An Nianbei didn't feel guilty at all for instructing the billionaire president to wash the dishes, but moved from the dining table to the sofa to play with his mobile phone with peace of mind.

While looking at the phone, from time to time he instructed Bo Yiqian in the kitchen: "After washing the dishes, put them in the cabinet below. Drain the water for me. If the cabinet gets moldy, then you will pay for it!"

Bo Yiqian turned his head and glanced at her, the little girl was lying on the sofa as limp as if she had no bones, her eyes were still on the phone, and she didn't even raise her head to show her.

Bo Yiqian: ...doesn't even deserve a look?

Resisting the thought of pressing the little girl on the sofa to tidy up, Bo Yiqian turned his head and carefully washed the dishes.

A person like him has been surrounded by servants since he was born, and the servants at home can't count on his fingers.

I have never touched chores like cleaning the dishes and washing the dishes in my life.

But since she fell in love with the little girl two years ago, she is not used to him. Anyway, he does the dishes when she cooks.

After the little girl's "careful" teaching, Bo Yiqian reluctantly packed up the bowls, and after draining all the bowls and putting them in the cabinet, he just breathed a sigh of relief when the domineering tone of the little ancestor began to instruct others again.

"I still need to use a rag to wipe the table! Then collect the garbage and take it to the door."

Bo Yiqian bent down, put the bowl in the cabinet, and then washed a rag to wipe the table clean.

Finally, the garbage was mentioned to the door.

Then An Nianbei strolled around the room on his slippers, with those little eyes looking at this and that.

It seemed that he couldn't find a fault, and finally curled his lips in satisfaction, and sat back on the sofa again.

At home, she was dressed very recklessly, a waistcoat dress that didn't reach her knees, and now she was nestling on the sofa again, her white shiny calves were all exposed.

When Bo Yiqian put away the trash and walked in, he saw the little girl with her legs crossed with chopsticks, her skirt casually spread on her thighs.

Looking at the gap, you can see the spring light inside as long as you lower your head.

The whole person was lying on the back comfortably, and the posture was very reckless, without taking into account that there was a man at home.

In other words, she didn't believe what Bo Yiqian would do to her at all.

Bo Yiqian looked at it quietly for two seconds, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and then walked back to the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

An Nianbei thought that there was something in the kitchen that he hadn't cleaned up, so he ignored him and changed his posture.

About ten minutes later, when An Nianbei almost forgot that there was a man in the house, Bo Yiqian came out of the kitchen with a bowl in his hand.

Even if An Nianbei wanted to ignore such a tall figure, he couldn't ignore it.

So he put down his phone and looked at him, saw that he was holding a bowl with a spoon on it, and asked casually, "Did you get full just now?"

"I am full."

Bo Yiqian replied, at this time he also walked to the sofa, bent down and put the bowl on the coffee table.

What are you doing with the bowl?
When he saw the contents in the bowl, An Nianbei held back the question.

This is a bowl of brown sugar eggs. It may be because someone cooks so little that the egg flowers inside have been broken up, and none of the eggs is complete.

"Aren't you a special case? I cooked a bowl of brown sugar eggs for you. You don't need to thank me, just treat it as a reward for dinner."

Now An Nianbei's mind was not on the phone at all, he looked at Bo Yiqian, and then at the bowl on the coffee table.

Then he got up from the sofa, sat on the ground carelessly, scooped a spoonful of brown sugar eggs into his mouth, and commented.

"The taste is barely in the mouth."

After taking a bite, An Nianbei threw the spoon back into the bowl, as if the taste was not good and he didn't want to eat it.

Seeing her like this, Bo Yiqian frowned: "Does it taste bad?"

Obviously, he tasted it in the kitchen just now, and he brought it here because he felt that it was not bad.

An Nianbei's expression didn't change at all, and he calmly sat back in the position just now: "It needs to be strengthened."

Didn't say good, didn't say bad.

Then Bo Yiqian bent down to lift the bowl: "Then I'll cook you a new bowl."

Seeing him carrying the bowl and going to the kitchen, An Nianbei hurriedly threw the phone away, stood up from the sofa, and chased after him before he could put on his shoes: "Okay, okay, don't be so busy every day, I don't like brown sugar Eggs, roll them quickly in a bowl."

Snatching the bowl from his hand and putting it on the stove, An Nianbei pushed Bao Yiqian and told him to go out quickly.

The people who came to my aunt had good tempers and sometimes bad tempers, and Bo Yiqian knew this in his heart, so he followed the little girl and left her house.

Pushed out of the door, just about to say a few words, when he saw the little girl's bare feet, Bo Yiqian immediately frowned and scolded: "Do you know that you are in a special period now? You haven't put on your shoes yet!"

Listen, An Nian took out a pair of slippers from Beibala's shoe cabinet, put them on lazily, and then stared at him.

Seeing the little girl put on her shoes, Bo Yiqian thought of another question.

"Did I tell you not to open the door to strangers easily? Why did you open the door today without even asking? What about your security awareness?"

Xiao Zuojing's scheming appearance made him a little worried.

What if it wasn't him who knocked on the door today, but a gangster?
Really no security awareness at all.

Listening to his babbling all the time, An Nianbei rubbed his ears: "If I ask, you won't even have a chance to enter my door."

After finishing speaking, An Nianbei closed the door forcefully, too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

Looking at the door that almost hit the tip of his nose, Bo Yiqian pursed his lips, really giving her all his good temper.

But people still like to ignore it.

After locking the door, An Nianbei returned to sit on the sofa.

She was still playing with her phone with her head down, but unlike the previous concentration, she was slightly distracted this time.

From time to time, a sweet and greasy smell came from the tip of the nose. The irritable An Nianbei couldn't bear to watch his phone, so he got up and went to the kitchen again.

Looking at the lone bowl of brown sugar eggs on the pure white stove, An Nianbei stood there and pestered for a long time.

In the end, he reached out and put the bowl on the coffee table, then squatted down, and finished drinking in small sips.

(End of this chapter)