Invalid refusal to marry: the young wife downstairs is hard to serve

So, in the middle of the night, she was so frightened that her hair blew up, she fell and now her ankles are swollen, and she almost got robbed after drawing welfare pictures all night. The most important thing is...

"Even if it wasn't a burglary, he broke into my room in the middle of the night and scared me so much that I was almost paralyzed. How could I let him walk away?" Qiao Yiqiao immediately ran to Zhan Heyan, spreading his two slender arms.

Zhan Heyan's eyes fell on Qiao Yiqiao's bath towel, her clavicle was like butterfly wings, and her slender body, the girl stretched her slender arms to block him, the large bath towel seemed to slip off at any time.

"Otherwise, it's private! If you compensate me for the loss, I will let it go." Qiao Yiqiao said, staring at Shui Lingling's eyes.

Qiao Yiqiao lifted her chin, just in time to see through the window the huge billboard on the opposite floor - the perfect woman with such touching breasts.

Famous doctors breast augmentation, [-] yuan package, no worries.

"Losing money!" Qiao Yiqiao: "10 yuan!"

"One hundred thousand?" The little policeman almost choked on his saliva!
Qiao Yiqiao pulled Zhan Heyan out of the window, pointed to the advertisement, then pointed to himself, and lowered his voice: "You touched me."

The scene just now flashed in Zhan Heyan's mind. There was no expression on his face, but his fingers twitched uncomfortably, and the next moment he said: "Only touched one side, fifty thousand."

Qiao Yiqiao's brows became tangled up, bargaining, is there still such an operation?

All the cards of Zhan Heyan have been frozen by Zhan Jia, including his own private black/card.

It is said at home that if you don’t get married, the next thing to report the loss of is the passport.

The old man seemed to be serious this time.

The little policeman coughed lowly, obviously he couldn't condone this kind of blackmail under his nose!
Although to Zhan Jia, one hundred thousand is just a drop in the bucket, but to blackmail him in front of him, have you considered the dignity of the police?

"Okay, [-] is [-], transfer it now!" Qiao Yiqiao said before the little policeman opened his mouth!

So before walking out of the police station, Qiao Yiqiao had an extra money transfer message on his phone.

Zhan Heyan glanced sideways at the little figure who was a lot younger than him, staring at the small figure with a smirk on the phone screen. This girl is very smart. Whether it is pretending to be an HIV carrier in the apartment, or daring to blackmail at the police station, she reacts quickly. Resolute enough, some of the trained women Zhan Heyan met in war-torn countries or in business mediation were not as quick and responsive as her.

If she faces Zhanjia...

"Ah Choo!" At this moment, there was a charming voice beside him, and Zhan Heyan put away the gloom that flashed past his eyes.

It turned out that Qiao Yiqiao, who walked out of the police station and was blown by the night wind, sneezed.

I didn’t feel cold in the police car when I came here, but now I’m going to leave with a bath towel on. Qiao Yiqiao can bear the strange eyes of passers-by, but he can’t bear the biting cold wind.

It's so fucking cold!
A piece of clothing suddenly covered her body from behind, Qiao Yiqiao turned her head in shock, and saw the man's meticulous shirt, and above that was Zhan Heyan's cold and handsome face.

"Uncle Habitual Offender!" Qiao Yiqiao blurted out.

Zhan Heyan frowned, and raised his hand to take away the combat uniform he put on her.

Qiao Yiqiao pressed the clothes quickly, his eyes turned into crescent moons, and he was very practical: "Oh, I'm joking! I know you didn't mean it, aren't we all private? Don't care, don't care."

Zhan Heyan withdrew his hand, looked down at the petite Qiao Yiqiao, and walked forward.

"Go back together, it's not safe to be alone."

Qiao Yiqiao glanced at the bath towel on his body, thought for a second, then wrapped his combat uniform tightly, and followed quickly.

This uncle does not seem to be a bad person.

Early the next morning, Qin Shumeng's exclusive ring rang three times incessantly.

At the fourth time, Qiao Yiqiao finally got out of the quilt and scratched his hair like a chicken coop: "What time is it! Miss sister, hurry up!"