Han Kexin''s embarrassing scene was seen by Qin Ruan.

    She couldn''t help laughing.

    Feeling impolite, Qin Ruan restrained his smile slightly, but the radian of the corner of his lips couldn''t be pressed down.

    Her eyes were dim when she heard the hurried footsteps upstairs.

    Glancing at Han Kexin''s frightening eyes, Qin Ruan crossed each other''s body and raised his feet to his room.

    Han Kexin''s cry was so loud that people downstairs must have heard it.

    Listening to the hurried footsteps upstairs, there must be no one except Han Xian.

    Qin Ruan was out one day. She was sweating and felt uncomfortable. She just wanted to take a quick bath and relax. She was too lazy to pay attention to the mother and daughter.

    If a man does evil, heaven will reap it.

    Han Kexin is haunted by evil spirit, and Han Xian can''t hide from evil obstacles.

    The mother and daughter have committed many evils and will eventually be rewarded.

    She waited to see.

    Watch them die slowly.

    In this life, she wants to be as relaxed as stepping on ants except for the mother and daughter.

    But she is willful and wants to see them step by step and destroy herself.

    Qin Ruan returned to his room, locked the door and walked towards the bathroom.

    As she left, pieces of clothes fell on the carpet in the bedroom.

    I saw the clothes and cloth outside the bathroom door, which was getting smaller and pitiful.

    ……

    In half an hour.

    Qin Ruan changed into a comfortable home clothes and went downstairs.

    Her hair was half dry and half wet, and her hair fell on her home clothes, leaving a faint watermark.

    Qin Mei, who had been waiting in the living room, saw her coming out and gently twisted her eyebrows.

    He asked the servant to get a towel and got up and walked towards Qin Ruan.

    "Why did you come down without drying your hair?"

    Qin Ruan''s fingers lifted the hair in front of his shoulders, gently wrapped around his fingertips and turned in circles.

    Her voice was lazy: "I''m too lazy to blow. I''m hungry."

    Blow one''s hair?

    In Xicheng, she hardly blows her hair. Most of them let it go, and her living habits are very rough.

    When we arrived at the Qin family, it became exquisite.

    Food, drink, housing, transportation and clothing are not the top, but also the best that the Qin family can give her.

    Take hair blowing as an example. Every time my father saw it with his two brothers, he would say something about her.

    When she is in a good mood, she will blow dry her hair according to their wishes. If she is in a bad mood, she won''t bother to pay attention.

    Qin Mei''s face could not be denied when he heard the speech.

    He looked a little helpless and indulgent.

    The servant came and handed a towel.

    Qin Mei took the towel, walked behind Qin Ruan and gently wrapped her wet hair on the towel.

    "It''s easy to get sick if you don''t blow dry your hair, especially before going to bed. It''s easy to cause headache."

    Qin Ruan joked: "the second brother knows very well. His heart is as thin as dust. Isn''t it the experience of taking care of his girlfriend?"

    "Nonsense, I''ve always been clean, and I don''t like those crying women. I''m in trouble!"

    When it comes to women, there is a clear contradiction in his tone.

    Qin Ruan smiled: "don''t you think I''m in trouble?"

    "Can that be the same!" Qin Mei said angrily, "how can they compare with you? You are my sister."

    In Qin Mei''s eyes, how can those ordinary people compare with his sister.

    Shuangbiao, such as brother Qin, is really unique.

    Qin Ruan slightly picked his eyebrows and looked back at him with a smile: "did the second brother forget that I am also a woman?"

    Qin Mei straightened her head and gently wiped her hair.

    "No, you are very good. You are very rare. Anyone will like you."

    He said this without hesitation and in a particularly sincere tone.

    Just like he really thinks so.

    I don''t know. I thought he was confessing affectionately.