The servant was surprised that a man in charge of the Asian economy now acted like a child to a woman.

The way he opened his mouth obediently, he was really different from the supreme and invincible Tired Lord.

The servant smiled and exited the room.

"Open your mouth." Qiao Yimo took a spoonful and fed it to his tired mouth.

Leng Juo stared at the bowl of porridge, oh no, stared at the woman in front of him.

She was exhaling gently, trying to cool the porridge in the bowl.

The porridge didn't know whether it was cold or cold, anyway, he just felt that he was hotter.

The porridge in the bowl was eaten one by one.

The bowl is empty, and Leng Tiong feels hotter.

He stared at the girl in front of him, and the charming peach eyes hid Caution well, "It's a bit hot, can I take a shower."

When speaking, he especially strengthened the word "hot".

"No, wait until the fever subsides before you can wash it."

"But, my body is slimy..."

The man lowered his eyes, looking extremely aggrieved.

He always likes to be clean and takes a bath at least twice a day, but now he hasn't bathed in two days, which is a bit wronged for him.

"I'll help you wipe your body."

"Momo, then I will trouble you."

Qiao Yimo walked to the bathroom, and there was a steady stream of men's voices behind her, making her a little bit dumbfounded.

........

No minutes.

The conversation in the dim bedroom became more and more ambiguous.

"Momo, wipe it here too..."

"No, I can't do it."

"Momo, you can, if you don't wipe it, this place will be very slimy..."

"But you have your own hands, so you can wipe them yourself."

"Momo, I can't see it, if you look at it cleanly,"

.......

In the end, Qiao Yimo still couldn't escape.

Those hands are not as hot as myself anymore.

However, fortunately, after wiping his body, the man fell asleep.

She doesn't have to bear the embarrassment of big eyes and small eyes.

After serving the cold and tired all night, Qiao Yimo also felt that he was sticky.

She simply took off her clothes and went into the bathroom.

After sitting in the bathtub for a while, Qiao Yimo closed his eyes and rested.

I don't know why, her mental state is not very good these days.

It is clear that Qiao Anchu has left S City, but she is still uneasy.

I always feel that something is going to happen.

Now Yan Si is in the dark, she is in the light, no matter what, she is the one who suffers.

If it were face-to-face tough, needless to say, Yan Si had also died thousands of times.

But Yan Si thought carefully and acted ruthlessly. It must be because of some conspiracy to get Qiao Anchu to country Y.

The dark nightmare gradually hit Qiao Yimo.

She dreamed that there was a deep blood red on Leng Tiong's handsome face, and the gurgling blood kept flowing to her chin...

In the dream, the man was pale and lying on the bed wearing a mask, while she was standing outside the door, looking at his figure.

The corridors are full of people.

People from the cold family.

People from the Leng Group.

People of the Hawk Empire.

Everyone seems to be anxiously waiting for something.

Everyone was in a circle, and she could hardly hear what the men were saying.

Several scenes changed constantly, and slowly, the man stopped breathing a little bit.

The whole city of S, and even the world, began to undergo tremendous changes.

All changes are due to his departure.

And her, those days when she stood at the top were very boring.

A life that can't find a trace of color.

Why did those dark and boundless lives enter her dream?

She rarely dreams, the dreams she has in this life can be counted by almost one palm.

But just about the dream of Leng Tien, she had already dreamed the second time.

Are these implying something?

Qiao Yimo did not dare to think, pinched his thumb, forcing himself to wake up from his dream.

When she woke up, she found herself lying on the familiar big bed.

When he opened his eyes, it was the handsome face of the man. JrNovels.com