"Something else?" Qiao Yimo looked at the man, he was standing beside the curtains, leaving two buttons on the black shirt, and the black suit trousers wrapped the long bloody legs.

Qiao Yimo was afraid to lose control again, and after a few seconds, he moved away from him.

He wanted to say: Can't things come?

But I can only suppress this sentence, and his voice is low and low, "I brought you ginger soup."

Qiao Yimo originally wanted to refuse.

But Leng Tiong's next words made her unable to reply.

"Don't you say, your menstrual affairs are gone."

The man's evil and enchanting eyes locked tightly to Qiao Yimo, speaking solemnly.

"Drink if you leave."

This sentence, I really can't talk back.

Qiao Yimo took the ginger soup that Leng Juo had given, and stared at her with deep evil eyes.

She frowned very uncomfortably, and it was strange that her heartbeat was not speeding up when such an enchanting man saw her.

After drinking two sips, Qiao Yimo put down the ginger soup, poured a glass of boiled water for Lengjuo, and said: "Thank you for the ginger soup."

She glanced at the time on the wall and started to rush the guests.

"It's getting late, go back soon."

Cold and tired about to drink water: "..."

Momo is so ruthless.

Don't recognize people after drinking enough?

Leng Juo put down the water glass and looked at Qiao Yimo with those evil eyes.

"No, I won't go."

"I will leave when you finish drinking the ginger soup."

Qiao Yimo frowned and looked coldly at him displeased.

"I'm not a three-year-old kid, and I don't need you to supervise me!"

Leng Tiong's phoenix eyes darkened, and said pitifully, "You rejected me."

He is dignified and dignified, and he has to act pitifully in front of his future wife.

Somehow, Qiao Yimo looked at the man's poor eyes and couldn't bear to drive him away.

"The big man, just like the little girl." Qiao Yimo sneered.

Leng Juo quietly approached Qiao Yimo's side and whispered, "My tenderness is only for you."

The man who walked on the muzzle knife for half his life was born in a posture not to be near.

But he was the only one who was deeply attracted by this little girl.

Qiao Yimo pushed his chest with a small hand and said coldly, "Don't be a gangster!"

She picked up the ginger soup on the table and swallowed it.

"I'm done! You can go now."

Leng tired: "..."

He never thought that he would be so despised by his future daughter-in-law.

He looked at Qiao Yimo and touched her shaggy hair: "Then you remember to come after school tomorrow, I'll wait for you."

"Um."

After the two said goodbye, Leng Tiong went through the window and walked away.

After leaving, Qiao Yimo's heart has not been quiet.

In this way, how can the two of them be like stealing love?

Back to the cold house

Seeing this cold tired return, Bo Hua stepped forward to greet him: "Master Tired, have you been to Miss Qiao's house again tonight?"

Leng Tiong didn't deny it, and he didn't have an answer. He just took off his suit jacket and threw it to Bo Hua and asked, "If you go to the girl's bedroom and the girl keeps driving you away, what does it mean?"

Bohua hardly had any thoughts, "Shooting you away? That means she doesn't like you."

A few seconds after the words fell, the air became extremely thin and cold, and Bo Hua raised his eyes to look at Lord Tire, and suddenly changed her words, "If this person is Lord Tire you, you are also embarrassed by that girl."

Hearing this, Leng Tiong touched his thin lips and whispered, "It turns out that it is."

Time soon came to Wednesday, when Dong Yan’s excited voice came from Qiao’s family.

"Oh my God, our An Chu is too good. Not only did he win a championship, he was also praised by Mr. Qin. That's a senior in the art world!" Dong Yan couldn't help yelling, her face full of joy.

The smile on Qiao Anchu's face couldn't stop, and he deliberately raised the decibels and said, "I haven't seen such an aura of words for a long time, and I really want to accept me as an apprentice.

As Qiao Anchu spoke, he became more and more excited.

"Really?" Dong Yan exclaimed excitedly, "I will call your dad quickly and make your dad happy too."

"That old man doesn't look good, right?" Qiao Yimo heard Qiao Anchu yelling there when she came back from school, she said casually.

Dong Yan frowned and said displeased, "Yimo, how do you talk? If your words reach Mr. Qin's ears, he will think our Qiao family is polite and won't accept your sister!" JrNovels.com