Chapter 4 Change is coming quietly

"Your bathtub is broken? Can you repair it?" Meng Hao asked as he followed Wang Qiu.

Wang Qiu ignored it.

After entering the house, Wang Qiu slammed the door hard without looking back, but did not hear the usual slamming sound.

She turned her head suspiciously, only to see Meng Hao holding the door with one hand and leaning half of his body in. He still had that youthful smile on his face: "I'll help you pretend, I can."

After saying that, Wang Qiu came in directly without waiting for an answer, took the bath head from Wang Qiu's hand and walked straight into the bathroom.

Wang Qiu just looked at him indifferently. There was an upward energy in him, as if everything was so natural.

In the past, Wang Qiu would have refused immediately, but today, she wanted to try to unblock herself and try to contact people other than her relatives and family.

Wang Qiu went to the kitchen and mixed a glass of juice by himself, then took it to the bathroom.

At this moment, Meng Hao seemed to be almost ready to install the shower head. He placed his mobile phone on the sink. Wang Qiu glanced at it. The page was still on the search page for "how to install the shower head".

I can't help but find it very funny, knowing that I don't know how to do it, but I still have to come in and show off.

Seeing Wang Qiu walking in, Meng Hao immediately showed a big smile: "Right away."

Then Meng Hao lowered his head and turned on the switch with his hand. In an instant, the water from the shower head poured down, soaking half of Meng Hao's body standing underneath.

He was a little at a loss. The water hit his hair and he couldn't open his eyes. He fumbled for the switch.

When he found the switch based on his memory, he pressed it hard and touched Wang Qiu's hand, and they turned off the water together.

Wang Qiu immediately withdrew his hand.

Meng Hao shook his semi-wet hair back with his hand, and some water droplets gradually landed on Wang Qiu's clothes and the cup in her hand.

Meng Hao didn't care at all and drank it all in one gulp.

After drinking, he showed a big smile to Wang Qiu again: "It tastes really good. Did you mix it yourself?"

Wang Qiu nodded and glanced at his upper body, wearing a white short T-shirt with a simple M logo on the chest.

The front of his chest was all wet, clinging to the looming muscle lines. When he raised his head, what he met was his crooked smiling eyes.

A few drops of water fell from the tips of his hair, and his beautiful face met her eyes.

Wang Qiu turned away, took the water glass, stood up on tiptoes and reached out to take off the bath towel placed on the shelf on the wall, threw it on him, then turned and left the bathroom.

Meng Hao wiped his hair and followed Wang Qiu out of the bathroom, turned left, walked through the living room and walked to the kitchen.

The kitchen in Wang Qiu's home was open. She washed the cup and turned around to see Meng Hao sitting on the chair.

Meng Hao looked at her and asked, "You haven't told me your name yet."

"Wang Qiu." The reply was neither cold nor indifferent.

Meng Hao then asked: "Can you tell me how old you are?"

"Thirty-three."

"Then you look quite young, but." Meng Hao paused, looked at her curious eyes and continued: "You seem to have a temperament that is inconsistent with your age."

Wang Qiu frowned and chuckled: "Then what kind of temperament do I have?"

"Calm, old-fashioned, gentle but capable." Meng Hao thought seriously.

"We just met once and you see so much in me?"

Meng Hao joked: "Who said we just met once? I have seen you many times. I saw you drinking coffee downstairs a few days ago. It was still hot."

Wang Qiu didn't answer.

Meng Hao continued: "I'm thirty, so calling you little sister isn't too much."

Wang Qiu replied calmly: "Whatever."