"Momo, remember what you said in the bathroom?"

He wasn't upset, he just wanted to know if she mentioned the word marriage casually.

Qiao Yimo said, his face was flat, "What are you talking about?"

She can't remember.

She really didn't remember.

She just mentioned it casually.

The joy in the man's eyes disappeared, and silently lifted her open pajamas, squeezed the ointment on his hand, and smeared the cold medicine suppository on the injured area.

The movements are very light and gentle, but the man's expression is a bit strange.

Qiao Yimo blinked and asked inexplicably, "You said, what did I say?" The man hooked somewhere angrily, causing the girl to tremble.

"What are you doing?" Qiao Yimo raised his head to accuse him of his behavior.

Leng Juo pursed his lips, his voice hoarse and low, "Little liar."

Does she know how happy he was when she said the word marriage.

baffling!

Qiao Yimo glared at him, snatching the ointment from the man's hand, "I'll do it myself."

At this moment, the man stopped insisting and stayed there for a while, then turned and left the bedroom.

Qiao Yimo looked at the man's disappointed and a little lost back, and was a little at a loss.

At that time, did she say something that shouldn't be said?

There should be no.

She didn't say anything that hurt a man's self-esteem.

At the table.

The man ate early without saying a word.

Qiao Yimo took a bite of the toast and glanced up secretly.

"what happened to you?"

She couldn't guess what he was thinking, so she had to take the initiative to ask.

The man took a bite of the toast in his hand, paused, then shook his head, "Nothing."

What you say is forgotten in a blink of an eye.

Little scum girl!

He doesn't care about her at all now.

Of course Qiao Yimo didn't believe what the man said.

After all, I was very enthusiastic about her yesterday, and my attitude changed immediately when I got out of bed.

It was a big change of one hundred and eighty degrees.

Scumbag!

But I don't know what's wrong, she still couldn't help but want to show him good.

So, she put down the toast bread in her hand, took out a new piece, carefully spread the beef sauce on it and handed it to the man, cold and irresistible, "eat."

The man was stunned for a few seconds, curled his mouth, and on the surface he took it reluctantly and took a bite.

After breakfast.

The phone on the table rang.

Qiao Yimo picked it up and saw that Professor Tan was calling.

She picked it up quickly, and said blankly: "Professor Tan, what's the matter?"

The mature and steady voice of the man continued to be heard over the phone.

After a while, the girl nodded, "Okay, I see."

Qiao Yimo got up and returned to the sofa to get her schoolbag. She turned around and said, "Professor Tan wants me to go back to school."

The man didn't speak, but raised his eyebrows, looking nonchalant.

When Qiao Yimo picked up his schoolbag and was about to leave, he said again: "Maybe back in the evening, so I won't use it to pick me up."

The man still didn't speak this time, but his brows were even more exaggerated.

Qiao Yimo didn't have time to think about his reaction, just as a little temper that was provoked by her words when he was in the bedroom, "Let's go."

The man still didn't speak, his brows frowned deeply again.

On the huge sofa, the man pulled off his tie irritably, and his neat bow tie instantly became messy. His frowning eyebrows represented his mood at the moment.

The light of the morning reflected on his cold but displeased face at the moment.

"Master Tired, what's the matter?" Bo Hua has long noticed the strangeness at the dinner table today.

The man said nothing, his cold eyes darkened again, his brows wrinkled, and a touch of doubt crossed his eyes.

After a long time, he said: "A woman in bed said that she wanted to marry you, but she didn't recognize it when she got out of bed. Why is this?"

Bo Hua was stunned for a few seconds, with a dazed expression, "Master Tired, I'm sorry, I don't understand."

He doesn't even have a girlfriend, let alone getting married.

Leng Tiong glanced at him indifferently, his eyes were a little unpleasant, "If."

Bo Hua: "........." JrNovels.com