Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

He reached out and held her chin: "I am unmarried, single, and an adult male."

She was stunned.

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Her face started to get hot, her neck got hot, and her ears were all red. She wanted to hide subconsciously, but he lifted her chin and couldn't avoid it, so she could only look into his eyes.

Scorching, eagerness, and undisguised desire, she had never seen these things in his eyes before, as if to **** her in.

She knew, but she had never thought of it like this.

After staring at him for a long time, she backed away and touched the refrigerator with her back. Because it was too sudden, she couldn't think deeply, she was a little dizzy, and her sign language movements were slow and sluggish.

She blushed and replied, "I respect you very much." After a while, she added, "Always."

"..."

Respect.

It means that there is no love between men and women.

He is in a hurry, this girl has just grown up, and she still regards him as an elder.

Qiao Nanchu was a little funny: "You are only six years older than you, so don't respect it." He said in a negotiating tone, as if coaxing her, "Just treat me as a man, can I succeed?"

She blinked her eyelashes for a long time, lowered her head, stretched out her hand and made a gesture: "Okay."

Really good.

He has always liked her to be good, like her to be obedient, like her not to be noisy, and to support him, but he doesn't know when he started to like her, when she cut her hair at the age of eighteen? When was she wearing a skirt when she was seventeen? Or when she was sixteen years old when she was bullied outside and lay on his back crying? He also doesn't know, maybe earlier.

Then wait until she grows up, wait until she knows the defense between men and women, wait until she knows the love between men and women.

He wanted to wait any longer, but just after seeing her busy, he suddenly had the idea of ​​getting married. When his brain was hot, he blurted out the words.

Fortunately, the girl he raised is so good that she can't run away if she is scared.

Qiao Nanchu was a little thirsty and licked his lips: "The colleague in the bureau is waiting for me. I have to go back to the meeting. I can't send you off. Don't go back by myself. Wait here. I will call the driver to pick you up."

Wen Baiyang nodded, his face was still red, unlike before, he didn't dare to look into his eyes.

Qiao Nanchu hesitated for a while, stretched out his hand, put it on her head, touched her well-behaved, looked at her helpless and stiff look, smiled, and withdrew his hand.

She stood in front of the refrigerator in a daze.

He took the materials and keys, went out, and just walked to the hallway, she took a small paper bag and chased him up.

"Anything else to tell me?"

She handed him the small paper bag.

Qiao Nanchu took it.

She explained in sign language: "My friend said this is very useful," I don't know if it was because of what he said, her eyes became timid, "It can also be used as a hand cream."

He looked at the contents of the bag, Feng Shui took turns, he even teased Jiang Zhi for using this stuff.

Memories here.

Qiao Nanchu laughed to himself, Jiang Zhi looked at him: "What are you laughing at?"

He looked at his hands with body lotion, head and tail, and asked Jiang Zhi, "How did you chase Zhou Xufang?"

Jiang Zhi understands, this guy can't wait.

In July, the girl held the coming-of-age ceremony. The next day this guy bought a ring. The ring finger was tested in size. He just ran into it and just thought, this is a **** beast, how old is that girl.

However, after he met Zhou Xufang, he would understand that a man was a beast in front of the girl he liked.

Jiang Qimon: "You can't learn."

Joe Beast raised his eyebrows: "Talk about it."

Jiang Qimon looked proud and complacent: "Rely on the face."

Joe Beast: "..."

At 8:20, the banquet was about to start. Tea and wine were served at each table first, and then the music rang. Listening to the famous actors of Yulou, they sang a cheerful Kunqu Opera.

At this time, Luo Changde got up and left the table. The entire Tingyu Building was covered by the Zou family. On the third floor, except for the lobby, which was full of guests, the other private rooms were empty. He picked a room and went in.

After answering the phone, he muffled his voice and said, "Money has already called you."

The light was not turned on, and it was dim. The light from the phone screen shone on one of his faces, cutting his skinny face into two half-bright and half-dark parts.

"When you arrive in the imperial capital, you first find a place to stay, and the remaining money will be given to you when you meet."

I don't know what the other party said, Luo Changde sneered gloomily and warned: "Don't get crooked, or you won't know how to die."

"Don't worry about it, you just have to remember a little bit. I only want things and don't want your life, but it's hard for her to say."

Outside the door, there were footsteps passing by, Luo Changde lowered his voice, and finally said: "I don't need to teach you the principle of killing people."

Then he hung up the phone and looked outside the private room. He didn't see anyone, so he went out.

Outside, Kunqu Opera has been halfway through.

The phone on the table turned on the screen, and Luo Qinghe answered the call after seeing the caller ID.

"Mr. Luo." It was the secretary Shen Yue. Because this head was singing, it was a little noisy, and his voice was louder. "Prophet Peng's son contacted Dong Luo."

Luo Qinghe looked at the wine glass in his hand and was silent for a long while: "Stare first, don't startle the snake."

"I know."

After she hung up the phone, Luo Changde just returned to the table and sat down beside her.

The kunqu opera sang to a wonderful place on stage, and the guests applauded.

Luo Qinghe poured a glass of wine and put it in front of Luo Changde. He glanced at it and didn't take it.

She laughed, in a plausible tone: "Why don't you drink it? Afraid of me being poisoned?"

Luo Changde was silent, his eyebrows were cold.

"Dad," she picked up the glass of wine she had poured herself and sipped it, "If I really don't expect you, you won't be discharged so soon."

Luo Changde sneered: "I broke a hole. I went to the intensive care unit twice. If I don't want to be discharged soon, I guess I will have to confess my life to the hospital."

Luo Qinghe's face changed slightly, his eyebrows were cold, and he didn't answer. He still doubted her, and the runner Z provoked casually, and he began to guard against her and began to grab her handle.

Really impatient.

The two tables in the middle are filled with people from the four great families, one for the elders and one for the juniors.

Qiao Nanchu's position was on the left, and he raised his head in the direction of the Luo family's father and daughter. He touched Jiang Zhi's with his knee and motioned him to look over: "Hey." He raised his chin and pointed in the direction of the Luo family's father and daughter. "

Jiang Zhi leaned back on the chair. The other people were full of tea and wine. Just in front of him was a cup of soup. He glanced at him lazily, then looked back, and said, "It's interesting that a dog bites a dog."

Xue Baoyi was playing games, but did not listen to the conversation between the two.

Qiao Nanchu chatted and asked casually: "You did it?"

Jiang Zhi also responded casually: "Just plant it." Luo Changde entered the intensive care unit twice, and he gave a little hint, and he thought of Luo Qinghe on his head.

Last time, Zhou Xufang also provoked casually, and the father and daughter had suspicions. The family relationship of the Luo family is really vulnerable, all of them are self-interested, it is best to be separated.

At this time, Xue Baoyi, who was next to him, laughed, laughing very ripplingly.

Don't get me wrong, he didn't eat chicken, eat chicken? Unless his ‘dad’ takes him, it’s impossible to eat chicken in his life. On the contrary, he was just hit in the neck by a dog thief in the game and died.

He laughed because there was a call, the number remarks-Fang Xijing.

This guy clearly saved the number, and he had to take Joe and pretend to ask: "Who?"

"..."

I ask that every time.

Fang Ideal greeted a few words in his heart, with respect: "The boss is me, ideal."

Xue Baoyi looked like an uncle, dragging the untuned ending: "What's the matter?" The corners of her mouth ran up frantically, but she still had to pretend to be that "uncle is busy, uncle has no time to talk to you".

This official accent!

Fang Ideal, a small employee, can only tolerate it. She hurriedly said business: "Boss, are you with Director Jiang?"

Xue Baoyi stood up and said, "Did you not look for me?" The corner of her eye glanced to the left, with emotions in her small eyes.

Jiang Zhi on his left ignored him.

Fang Ideal on the phone is still talking about business: "I'm looking for Director Jiang."

"Why are you looking for him?" Xue Baoyi was very dissatisfied, deliberately, her tone was so fierce that everyone next to him couldn't ignore it, "Why are you looking for him to call me!"

This tone seemed to be owed a huge sum of money.

Fang Ideal didn’t know what was wrong with this rich man, so she didn’t dare to ask. She took out her tone of voice when she played the little eunuch: “It’s such a boss. Director Jiang may not have saved my phone number. I just called him. But I was refused." The little **** asked tentatively, "Can you give your phone to Director Jiang?"

The other party is indifferent: "No."

Really want to blow his head with a sniper rifle! Fang Ideal smiled: "Oh, that's bothering you, I'll try a few more calls."

She was about to hang up.

Xue Baoyi made a nasty voice: "Wait."

Fang Ideal: "Thank you, boss."

He turned his head, Brother Zhi stopped calling, and directly said: "Jiang Zhi!" The phone was thrown away, and it looked like Jiang Zhi owed him eight million, "I'm looking for you."

Jiang Zhi was too lazy to move, looking very sick: "Who?"

Xue Baoyi threw a peanut in her mouth, and another peanut was thrown on Qiao Nanchu's face without precision.

Qiao Nanchu glanced over.

He hum: "An 18-line actress who doesn't know what to do."

Jiang Zhi was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and answered the phone.

The 18th-line actress who didn't know what it was good or bad said first: "Hello, Director Jiang." The 18th-line actress was afraid that the director would not be able to hear her voice, so she immediately reported her family, "I am Fang Ideal. ."

Jiang Zhi: "Is there something?"

Fang Ideal asked: "Can you come and pick up Zhou Xufang?"

When Jiang Zhi heard Zhou Xufang's three words, his listless eyes instantly had a look: "What's wrong with her?"

Before Fang Ideal could say what was wrong, there was a cheerful singing voice over the phone: "Our motherland is a garden. The flowers in the garden are so bright, and the warm sun shines on us. Everyone is smiling, Wahaha Wahaha , Everyone is smiling..."

It was Zhou Xufang who was singing, and he sang very happily.

Fang Ideal explained the general situation over there: "She is singing to the traffic police brother on the road, so I won't let her go anyway."