Movie Variety Show: Making Friends, Daily Life, Strategy

This time, the call was answered.

And Song Qian also breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you can't control your emotions, then there's no need for us to talk any further."

Song Qian became anxious after hearing this and quickly said, "No, no, no, don't hang up. I agree."

Hearing this, Zhang Haoran raised the corners of his mouth and laughed.

Song Qian successfully entered the game.

Next, just increase the difficulty slowly, bit by bit.

The bottom line will continue to become lower if it is broken through again and again.

Zhang Haoran smiled and said, "Aunt Song, let's agree in advance that clothes should be washed by hand, and the floor should not be mopped with a mop, but wiped with a rag bit by bit, including other places as well."

Song Qian frowned when she heard this.

She knew in her heart that Zhang Haoran was deliberately torturing her, but for Yingzi, she gritted her teeth and said, "That's all, right? I'll go over now."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Zhang Haoran smiled, but he didn’t say he only had one house!

After hanging up the phone, Song Qian took a few deep breaths and calmed herself down.

Then he walked to his closet and changed his clothes.

Looking at her figure shown off by her yoga clothes, Song Qian had a complicated expression and sighed slowly.

A few minutes later.

Song Qian knocked on Zhang Haoran's door.

Zhang Haoran opened the door and let Song Qian in, then looked Song Qian up and down.

Song Qian was seen with a ponytail and wearing a long grey yoga suit, with a curvy figure.

The whole body is basically wrapped tightly.

Feeling Zhang Haoran's gaze, Song Qian tilted her body somewhat unnaturally.

"Aunt Song, it's September now, don't you feel hot? Don't get heat stroke while working, or Yingzi will blame me."

Song Qian rolled her eyes at Zhang Haoran in annoyance: "It was you who asked for it!"

Zhang Haoran said he would not take the blame.

"I asked you to wear a set of yoga clothes, but I didn't ask you to wear something so long and thick. Don't you have any cooler yoga clothes?"

When Song Qian heard this, she knew what Zhang Haoran meant.

He immediately said unhappily: “No, that’s all!”

Actually, she did have it, but she didn't wear it.

After all, it was a bit embarrassing for her to work in yoga clothes in front of a man.

If she wore something cooler, people who didn't know her would think she was trying to seduce others.

Zhang Haoran curled his lips. He didn't believe what Song Qian said.

On such a hot day, who would wear such long and thick yoga clothes to practice yoga? It's still hot even if the air conditioner is on!

"Okay then, as long as you don't mind the heat." Then he walked to the sofa and sat down.

"By the way, if you get heat stroke, don't blame me. I won't take the blame!"

Song Qian rolled her eyes at Zhang Haoran and asked, "Do you have any clothes to change into? Bring them here and I'll wash them for you."

Zhang Haoran smiled, looked at Song Qian and said, "Wait a minute, I'll get it."

Then he walked towards his bedroom.

A minute later, Zhang Haoran came out with a set of changed clothes in his hand.

Song Qian took a look and instantly recognized that this was the suit Zhang Haoran had just worn.

“Well, it’s all here.”

As he said that, he handed the clothes in his hand to Song Qian.

He basically changes it every three days, and after changing it, he just throws it directly into the washing machine to wash it.

So, apart from the set he had just changed out of, he really didn't have any dirty clothes.

Song Qian took the clothes from Zhang Haoran, and as a result, a pair of boxer briefs suddenly fell off.

When Song Qian saw the panties under her feet, she was stunned. She didn't expect that Zhang Haoran would throw this to her.

"Don't tell me I still have to help you wash this?" Song Qian raised her head and looked at Zhang Haoran and asked.

Zhang Haoran nodded, showing a matter-of-fact expression and said: "What else?"

Seeing Song Qian's hesitation and confusion, Zhang Haoran narrowed his eyes, looked at Song Qian and asked, "Aunt Song, are you going to regret it?"

Thinking of the consequences Zhang Haoran had mentioned before, Song Qian knew that if she went back on her word, Zhang Haoran would definitely do that.

She took a deep breath and comforted herself in her heart: Just think of it as Yingzi, for my daughter, and just bear with it.

Thinking of this, the discomfort in my heart suddenly disappeared a little.

She bent down, picked up the panties with two fingers, and then walked towards the bathroom with a look of disgust.

Zhang Haoran followed with a smile on his face.

Standing at the door of the bathroom, leaning against the door frame, he pointed to a basin and said to Song Qian, "That blue basin is specially used to wash underwear."

Song Qian silently took the basin and began to collect water, then raised her head and looked at Zhang Haoran: "Where is the laundry detergent?"

Zhang Haoran walked forward with a smile, squatted down next to Song Qian's body, and took out a bucket of laundry detergent.

Song Qian's body stiffened, and she immediately smelled a man's scent between her nostrils, and her face couldn't help but blush.

When Zhang Haoran left, Song Qian felt relieved.

Then he squatted down again and started washing silently.

Zhang Haoran leaned against the door frame and looked at Song Qian with interest.

Song Qian squatted there, washing Zhang Haoran's underwear with a frown on her face.

She had a strong personality and was a bit of a germaphobe. Apart from her daughter Qiao Yingzi and her own, she had never washed anyone else's underwear in her life.

Especially since the underwear belongs to a man and was just taken off!

This made Song Qian feel uncomfortable.

The most important thing is that she couldn't regret it, so she could only suppress the discomfort in her heart and wash Zhang Haoran's underwear.

As she washed, Song Qian's face became redder and redder.

She could feel a pair of eyes watching her, and Song Qian also knew who that gaze belonged to.

After all, there are only her and Zhang Haoran in this room. Who else could it be but Zhang Haoran!

When Song Qian thought about herself wearing tight yoga clothes, squatting on the ground washing the underwear of the man in front of her, and being watched by him, she felt more and more ashamed.

"What are you looking at!"

Finally, Song Qian couldn't help but raise her head and look at Zhang Haoran again.

But her rosy and charming face might be thought by people who don't know the situation as she is just acting coquettishly.

Zhang Haoran chuckled after hearing this, looked at Song Qian and said, "Of course I'm looking at you!"

Hearing this, Song Qian felt even more ashamed, and at the same time, a sense of shame and anger rose in her heart.

Because she was wearing tight yoga clothes that showed off her figure, Song Qian even felt like she was not wearing any clothes.

But before she could get angry, she heard Zhang Haoran say with a smile: "I am a rich landlord, so of course I have to keep an eye on you as a worker."

"What if you do something to my panties? You say!"

Song Qian's face turned even redder when she heard this. She couldn't help but spit at Zhang Haoran, and then said, "Bah, who would do anything to your underwear!"