Hearing this, the man's eyes flashed with sullenness, but he still tried to restrain it, "I think of my wife when I see you driving."

At the end of the speech, he added, "It's just that your technique is so far from my wife that you can't get it into my eyes."

Qiao Yimo pulled the chair away and faced the man, "Oh? Mrs. Pavilion Master is very slippery in driving? Would you like to ask her out for fun?"

"My wife is very well-behaved, and she never plays with people who are inconsistent."

There was a sense of sarcasm in Leng Tien's tone.

Qiao Yimo didn't mind, she said: "The pavilion master's skills should not be bad, right? Why don't we come and play?"

"Qingqing, didn't you just ask me out today to play in the car, right?" The cold tone was daunting. Despite this, the woman on the opposite side was not afraid at all, and instead joked with every inch: "The pavilion owner is really not interested in racing?"

Leng Tire's eyes were deep, and he constricted his eyes. He felt that this person was very scheming and didn't want to continue talking with her about his private life other than cooperation.

"What is the purpose of asking me to come to the teahouse today?"

The man is straight to the point and doesn't want to talk to her too much.

Qiao Yimo raised his eyebrows, put his hands on the tea table, looked at the man ambiguously, and said every word: "Pavilion Master is playing racing with me, I will tell you."

"Don't play." Leng Tiong refused simply.

It was already his bottom line to come to the teahouse to meet Qingqing alone. He would not play any entertainment with women other than Momo.

Qiao Yimo knew that he would refuse and that this meeting was ridiculous, but he wanted to see his dark face and what kind of attitude he would have if he knew he was Qingqing.

If he knew that she was Qing Qing, would he still think Qing Qing was a bad woman?

She wants to know!

"The pavilion master is sure not to play? If you do, I will tell you my true identity." She paused every word, speaking in a teasing tone throughout.

Except for this human skin mask, Qiao Yimo didn't use any perfume to cover up his body scent today, and even the tone and posture of his speech were extremely natural.

For a moment, this real smell made Leng Tiong panic.

Both the posture and the smell from his body are very similar to Momo.

Leng Juo frowned and was immersed in this indistinguishable pain.

Qiao Yimo looked at the man's frowning brows, twitched the corners of his mouth, and joked, ""Pavilion Master, what's wrong with you?" Do you think I resemble your wife in any way? "" Genius remembers for a second

Leng Juan heard the words, and immediately recovered his senses, for a while at a loss.

He cocked his legs with a guilty conscience, his eyes erratic and said: "If you must ask me to play racing, forgive me for not being able to accompany you! Wherever you come from, go back there!"

"Forget it." Qiao Yimo waved his hand.

"Since the pavilion master doesn't like to do things, I won't do it either, otherwise the pavilion master will hate me even more, right?"

The man raised his eyes, and Yu Guang glanced at her.

"Even if you don't do anything, as long as you mention your name, there is a feeling of wanting to kill you."

Qiao Yimo laughed immediately after hearing the words, and a wicked anger rose up from the corner of his mouth. He walked up to the man full of sorrow, and deliberately stretched out his hand slowly and touched the man's waist.

Leng Tiong lowered his eyes, and saw those white and smooth little hands touching his narrow waist, his face suddenly sank.

He was immediately furious, and suddenly got up and patted the woman's hand, his voice was frighteningly cold, "Qingqing, what are you doing?" JrNovels.com