"You...I, I will go down to eat first." Qiao Yimo said cautiously.

"Don't move." Leng Juo gently wrapped her waist, a dumb voice came.

The voice sounds very uncomfortable...

She doesn't do anything, and her mouth is still close. Is this a reaction?

And why is the reaction still such a big deal?

Men are like this?

She didn't dare to move at all, nor did she go, and it was not quite right to stop here.

"Would you like to go in for a solution or take a cold shower?" Qiao Yimo was about to cry.

too frightening.......

"It's useless, only you can solve my pain." Leng Jiufeng's eyes narrowed, and he dared not open his eyes to look at the little girl, because he was afraid that Qiao Yimo would see his horrible look now.

The warm breath entangled each other, Qiao Yimo's face had never been so red, and her heartbeat had never been so fast...If it weren't for this scene, she would think she was going to die.

"Then... what should I do? I won't."

What is the solution? Is it possible to put two needles on him somewhere?

She also has no patients in this situation.

Qiao Yimo instantly felt that he was a dangerous person, and he might explode at any time.

Leng Juo's head lightly dropped on her neck and said in a low voice: "Don't be afraid of me, just let me relax for a while."

This remark made Qiao Yimo breathed a sigh of relief.

After several minutes, the servant's respectful voice suddenly came from the stairs, "Master Tired, Miss Qiao will come down to eat soon."

Qiao Yimo listened to the servant's voice getting closer and closer, she quickly pushed away the cold tiredness, and then ran off.

When she went downstairs, she also happened to run into a servant.

"Miss Qiao, what's the matter with you?" The servant frowned and looked at Qiao Yimo.

"Nothing." Qiao Yimo's voice was faint.

"Did you have a fever? Your face is so red." The servant asked with a worried look.

After all, Miss Qiao still injured her hand today, so it is very likely that she will get a fever after tossing it down.

"No, it's a bit boring." Qiao Yimo looked calm and said again: "You don't need to call him, he will come down later."

The servant knew that Miss Qiao was talking about Lord Tire, so he nodded, "Okay."

At this time, a man pushed away by Qiao Yimo.

His face was very gloomy, he really wanted to fire all the servants in the villa...

The fire is stuck in the middle, and it can't come up or go down. It's really tormenting.

........

For a full thirty minutes, no man came downstairs.

The red snake, the black snake, and the white snake were eating the rice in the bowl nervously.

"Miss Qiao, won't you come down yet?"

Several people spoke carefully.

"I don't know." Qiao Yimo grabbed the last bite of rice in the bowl with a blank face, then got up and walked to the living room and took a few newspapers upstairs.

There is another reason why living in Leng’s house is better than Qiao’s. Every day there are people here to deliver newspapers. Every day there is a large stack, which can let Qiao Yimo dispel the boring life.

Qiao Yimo entered the room and was about to take a bath and sleep, but found that Leng Tiong was still in her bedroom?

And she's still in her bed...with her eyes closed, she seems to be sleeping lightly.

"Aren't you going downstairs to eat?" Qiao Yimo was a little speechless.

Why is it not good after such a long delay?

Is this man a fighter?

Leng Juo opened her eyes slightly, looking dimly, holding her pillow and smelling, "It smells good."

The same smell as the one he smelled at Qiao's house before.

"Then you can smell it." Qiao Yimo picked up the other pillow beside the bed and threw it on the man, his tone of disgust with anger.

Leng Tien hooked his lips, his eyes filled with smiles.

........

Twenty minutes later, Qiao Yimo came out of the bathroom, only to find that the man was still wading on the bed.

"It's late..." Qiao Yimo felt helpless.

"I know." Leng Tire picked up her phoenix eyes and teased her deliberately, "Sleep together tonight?" JrNovels.com