Xia Siyu was startled. She had already made a big mess today. If she let him know that she was questioning his "ability", it would probably increase the burden and affect the relationship between husband and wife.

She quickly closed the screen of her laptop, because the movement was too big and she seemed very deliberate.

Now, even Bo Yan noticed the problem and his face became serious: "What were you looking at just now?"

"No, no." Xia Siyu was really not used to lying, and she never lie. So if she told a little bit of a small lie, she would be recognized immediately.

Bo Yan also felt that Xia Siyu was a little abnormal today, and he also sat over with a serious face. As soon as he sat over, Xia Siyu quickly moved his butt and sat on the other side, lowered his head, and pinched the little pieces on the edge of the sofa, not daring to look him in the eyes.

When Bo Yan saw Xia Siyu's performance, he thought that his attitude was too serious just now, and he might have hurt her. He sighed, leaned against her, reached out to her shoulder, and leaned her head against her shoulder: "I'm not angry with you. I know you have good intentions, but you are not skilled in business. It's nothing to be unskilled, and I don't ask you to be a good wife and mother. This is what I like."

She was too "gentle", too "virtuous" and too abnormal today, and he couldn't bear it. It would be better to slap him twice as straightforward as yesterday, and he would be happier. At least he wouldn't be nervous.

Xia Siyu muttered: "But it's not good to always remain unchanged. Don't talk about the question of whether you are tired of being tired or not, you need to change it to feel fresh."

She was embarrassed to say that she made a special change in order to make him "regain confidence."

Bo Yan was a little speechless. He didn't know what strange things he was thinking all day long: "How long has we been together, and it hasn't been half a year. Even if we have been together for a long time, we can be together for 65 days a year, and I'm grateful. How much freshness can we feel when we get together with such a little time?"

He likes her like this. If he wanted to be more stable and gentle and understanding, he would have been with others long ago. He also didn't like people who were equally cold. When he was alone, he was a non-talking iceberg. If he changed to a cold and frosty person and the two of them respected each other, they would be really impossible to live that day.

Xia Siyu: "But, I just saw you..."

After they had a drink, their atmosphere was so good and they kissed so much, and they finally escaped.

But Bo Yan thought she was still talking about the purple clay teapot, so he quickly said seriously: "I'm not angry. All my teapots, oil paintings, and other things are not as precious as you."

Xia Siyu shook her head, "No."

Bo Yan was surprised: "Then what were you talking about?"

Xia Siyu used her brain cells and thought of a little tactful sentence for a long time: "I thought you were a little tired and your feelings for me became weak."

Bo Yan was even more surprised: "Why do you think so?"

Xia Siyu bit her lip and thought for a long time but didn't know how to explain it. So she simply took the initiative and looked at him directly: "Isn't that just? I kicked you yesterday. I thought you had ptsd in me and was no longer interested."
Chapter completed!