Chapter 1749 How Dare You Get Angry?

"You are so shy..." Qing'er almost jumped up. She swallowed the dirty words that were about to come out of her mouth, hid her left hand behind her back, and grabbed the basket in A Yao's hand with her right hand, "Give it to me quickly! Anyway, you are not allowed to touch my clothes again!"

As she said that, she raised her head and glared at him fiercely.

A Yao silently let go: "Sister Qing'er, I just want to help you..."

The boy's slightly depressed tone finally calmed Qing'er down a little.

... She seemed to have really overreacted.

"I know you are kind, but you should at least ask me first..." Qing'er's tone was still a little cold and hard, "A Yao, you should know that there is a difference between men and women. This is my underwear. Even if you are my brother, you should not touch it casually... Don't talk about Jinhan. If that kid dares to touch my clothes without my consent, I can destroy him!"

"I'm sorry, sister Qing'er." He pursed his lips and his eyelashes drooped.

Qing'er finally calmed down.

"Okay, go sit in the living room. I'll do these myself." She pushed him.

A Yao glanced at her, said nothing, and went to the living room silently.

Qing'er was relieved and threw her underwear into the washing machine. She flipped through the clothes in the basket and suddenly found that she was wearing underwear... Fortunately, she found it in time, otherwise this boy would have touched her underwear.

Thinking of this, her cheeks couldn't help but heat up, and she felt bad.

... This stinky boy! Too much!

But on second thought, it seemed that the one with impure thoughts was only her from beginning to end, and A Yao didn't think there was anything wrong, so he would hug her and hold her without hesitation, so even if he was holding her underwear in his hand, he didn't change his face, nothing strange...

In this case, even if he really helped her wash clothes, it seemed that there was nothing to care about. Anyway, in his eyes, she was just a sister, not an attractive woman.

Qing'er felt a little depressed for some reason... This dead boy.

While the washing machine was working, Qing'er returned to the living room and found A Yao changing shoes at the entrance.

"Sister Qing'er, I'm going to the supermarket. There is not enough food at home." He took off his mask and explained.

Qing'er walked towards him subconsciously: "I'll drive you."

"No need, just take a taxi." A Yao said as he pushed open the door, "Sister Qing'er, wait at home."

After saying that, he walked out and closed the door.

Qing'er looked at the closed door and was stunned for a moment.

These days, every time she needed to go to the supermarket to buy things, A Yao was very happy. He seemed to like shopping with her, so she didn't expect him to refuse.

Qing'er realized belatedly... This kid, he wouldn't be angry, right?

... She wasn't angry, but this kid dared to be angry? Humph, he's spoiled!

Qing'er simply let him go and turned back to work in the room.

After about an hour, A Yao hadn't come back yet. Qing'er came to the living room, took the clothes out of the washing machine and threw them into the dryer. When the dryer finished working, she hung the clothes up to dry, but A Yao still hadn't come back.

She couldn't help but call him, but no one answered.

Qing'er's face darkened. She had lived in this area for several years and was well aware that the security in the area was quite good. It was impossible for anything to happen to A Yao, who was so old, and it was broad daylight. Besides, although the boy looked thin, he was actually quite skilled. Even if he encountered something bad, he could handle it.