Chapter: 666

upstairs.

Lengjuan leaned on the bed, the phone was on the table, and the screen was on, as if he was on a call.

At this time, the bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

The man's dark eyes looked over subconsciously and saw Qiao Yimo coming out of the bathroom.

Qiao Yimo put the towel for wiping his body on the bed, looked at the man, and said lightly, "Take it off."

Leng tired: "........"???

Qiao Yimo walked to him, stretched out a slender hand, and then unbuttoned his shirt.

When the second one was solved, the man instantly grabbed his wrist, his voice was deep and dangerous, "What are you doing?"

Qiao Yimo looked at him and couldn't help but smile. I saw him so calmly in the car just now, but now the two of them have become reserved?

She has a very meaningful tone, "It's not the first time I have seen you, why are you shy? How can I help you if you don't take off?" Genius remembered for a second

The voice fell to the ground, and the atmosphere instantly fell silent.

Leng Juo pressed his lips slightly, breathing tightly.

After a while, a calm and rough male voice suddenly sounded in the room, "Master Tired, I'll hang up here, so I won't disturb you."

Qiao Yimo was stunned for a moment when he heard the words.

The man leaned against the bed, pointed to the phone on the table, and the corners of his mouth became shallow, "I was just having a conference call..."

Qiao Yimo: "........."

telephone conference?

Damn it!

Then all the people in the Leng Group heard the words she just said?

Qiao Yimo's delicate face instantly blushed, picking up the towel from the bed and throwing it on his face, in a slightly ruthless tone: "You can wash it yourself."

Throwing the towel on his face, a scent of fragrance came out, and the man grasped his hand, his eyebrows were evil, and he said in a low voice, "Fragrant."

Qiao Yimo blushed, turned his head, and almost thundered himself to death!

She stepped forward and grabbed her towel from the man's hand, and became irritated, "perverted."

Leng Tiong laughed, thin lips opened slightly, "You threw the towel on my face by yourself." How can you blame him?

Originally wanted to say something, Qiao Yimo saw the bow on his hand and lowered the air pressure again, unbuttoning his shirt without any anger.

The man sat obediently, letting her dictate, very obedient.

Qiao Yimo took out a wet towel from the bathroom and wiped his arms and abdominal muscles.

Although he had known that he was in good shape, he swallowed uncomfortably every time he saw him.

Qiao Yimo wiped the mermaid line with his hand with a wet towel. The hand stopped, his eyes raised and asked, "Take off the pants for you, and then you can wash it yourself."

"Okay." Leng Tiong raised his eyebrows, very easy to talk.

He thought to himself: This injury is too worthwhile.

There was a sound of metal belt buttons, and suddenly, his little hand accidentally rubbed his hips.

Qiao Yimo blushed, and instantly removed his little hand, and then said to him, "Okay!"

Leng Tiong grabbed her wrist, with a smirk in his tone, "There is one more."

Qiao Yimo: "..." Go to hell!

Qiao Yimo walked directly to the door of the bedroom without raising his eyes, "It won't be clean, don't go to bed tonight." After speaking, a loud sound of closing the door came to his ears.

Leng Juan looked at her embarrassed back, and the corner of her mouth was hooked, full of smirk.

After Qiao Yimo left, the phone rang.

He picked up the phone and glanced at the caller ID, then connected without hesitation.

Mrs. Leng's voice came over, "Your birthday banquet is coming soon, and my friends are going to see the grandson-in-law. You must bring Xiao Qiao out too, do you know?" JrNovels.com