Chapter 240 The taste is not bad (1/3)
The man squinted his eyes and squeezed her hands to increase his strength, his voice sinking slightly, "Can the grievances in these words be more obvious? Qiao Yimo, if you have any dissatisfaction, you can directly vent it, like As you said before, now is a good opportunity. I will not do anything to a pregnant woman."
"Mr. Fu is good-mannered." The woman tilted her head, pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, then shook her head, "I didn't do anything and said nothing, there is no dissatisfaction, you have done well enough, I There is no reason to be so unreasonable to make trouble at you again."
"Qiao Yimo." The man's face sank slightly, because her inattentive tone was obviously irritated, and she gritted her teeth faintly, "Do you have to make me angry to be in a better mood?"
"..."
Qiao Yimo blinked at him innocently, "I am not a masochist, you are as good as usual."
"..."
The man blocked his chest with a gloomy breath, his handsome face was dark, his eyes stared at her ignorant and slightly aggrieved face, then he threw the paper box next to her, and then turned his gaze away, "Yours."
Qiao Yimo was taken aback, glanced at him, and opened the paper box.
His eyes lit up instantly.
A small piece of Black Forest cake, exquisite and delicious.
"You bought it on purpose?"
After knowing that she was pregnant, men basically banned her from eating sweets, but she now prefers sweets and feels aggrieved.
The man's eyes fell out of the window, and he replied indifferently, "It was given by someone else."
"..." Who would dare to give the big president such a small piece of cake? Besides, he doesn't seem to like sweets at all.
Qiao Yimo couldn't help but smile, and didn't pierce him, holding the cake in one hand and the fork in the other, sending a small bite to his mouth.
It's not fake that sweets can make people feel bad.
She took a few bites, and her delicate eyebrows were dyed with a brisk smile, full of satisfaction.
For a moment, she crossed her eyes and passed it to the man's lips, like a child trying to please an angry adult, "It's very sweet, you taste it, maybe you won't be so angry with me after eating."
"..."
You can feel the greasy sweetness just by smelling it.
"Don't eat!" The man frowned, rejecting with a look of disgust.
The woman retracted her hand, stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly craned her neck to kiss his lips.
tight
Then the tip of his tongue gently opened his lips, made a circle in his mouth, and then quickly loosened it away.
The whole process takes only a few seconds.
The woman blushed, with a trace of triumph, "Is it very sweet? Not as greasy as cake, should it relieve your unhappy mood?"
Fu Sinian, "..."
The man still kept the woman's soft and fragrant lips in his mind, watching her quietly, rolling a few times unconsciously, without speaking for a long time.
Qiao Yimo suddenly felt embarrassed, and it was rare that he courageously kissed once, but the other party didn't even react at all.
The most afraid of the sudden silence of the air, she lowered her head and continued to eat cake to hide her embarrassment.
Suddenly the man's serious tone came in his ear, "The taste is not bad."
Qiao Yimo, "..."
Is he talking about cake or...
…
The car stopped at the door of the old house, and the guard stepped forward to open the door.
The man got out of the car first, then turned around and handed it over naturally, "Come down."
Qiao Yimo was a little uncomfortable, shook his head, and jumped out of the car by himself, "I can."
The man looked at her, then sneered coldly, "I don't know who was able to break a dog and chew the mud last time in the next car."
After that, he left her alone, turned and walked into the yard.
Qiao Yimo bit her lip. Was it because of tension and stiffness last time that she couldn't stand firmly
The yard is too big.
The man walked in front of him unhurriedly, completely unable to see that he was waiting for her.
Qiao Yimo didn't plan to chase him either. He walked in small steps behind and looked at both sides, as if watching.
But within a few minutes, the man in front stopped and looked back at her with a hint of impatience. He curled his eyebrows and said: "This is your first time here? Would you like me to explain it to you as a tour guide?"
"Your legs are so long, I can't catch up anyway, so I'll walk slowly." Qiao Yimo blinked at him innocently.
Under the ancient corridor, the two were not far apart.
Even though Qiao Yimo said that, he ran to him and hugged his arm, Nuonuo said, "You go slower, I'll just follow."
The man turned his head and continued to walk forward without speaking, but the speed was indeed slower than before.
In the front hall of the main house, Mr. Fu is sitting on the central sofa, looking at the door from time to time, as if
Almost has been waiting for a long time.
Seeing the appearance of the two of them, although they tried their best to forbearance, they still stood up without restraining their emotions, walked to Qiao Yimo's side, and stared at her lower abdomen with expectant eyes, "Momo... is it true?"
Just at this time, Ning Meili came out, pretending to be enthusiastic, "Yimo, your grandfather has been waiting for a long time, waiting for you to give a quasi-answer, are you pregnant?"
Although she was smiling, she was more worried than anyone else. She didn't have any sense of existence in this family. If this woman becomes pregnant again, how can she and A Jin have a foothold
Qiao Yimo had no expression on his face, just turned his head and glanced at the man.
The man raised his hand and stroked the back of her head, and said quietly, "Grandpa, it's true."
Qiao Yimo's breath was slightly suffocated, and something flashed across his head, making people unable to grasp quickly.
Before I thought about it, I was overwhelmed by Fu Lao's sudden excited laughter.
"Haha... That's great, come on, girl, sit down."
The old man took Qiao Yimo's arm with extreme excitement and asked her to sit down, acting very carefully, his old face was filled with joy and excitement, and he immediately raised his hand and commanded.
"Si Nian, let Secretary Jiang come right away. The preparations for the wedding and the children's affairs can't be delayed anymore. You must give the Qiao family an explanation."
Qiao Yimo's face changed suddenly, and he stood up suddenly and smiled stiffly, "Grandpa, don't worry so much..."
"Why don't you worry about it?" Mr. Fu groaned her, "How can grandpa watch your reputation damage? This innocence is rumored by them, if it's not for you. Grandpa has long been asked to do the work."
Qiao Yimo could see that Grandpa was really excited, and his attitude towards her was a hundred times better than before. If he didn't stop him, he might be really excited and immediately inform the world.
Turning her gaze, she passed the inquiring gaze to the man who had always been calm.
The man didn't look at her either, and said calmly to the old man: "Grandpa, it's too late today. Let's discuss other things tomorrow."
When Mr. Fu heard what he said, he suddenly became cold and glared at him, "What will happen tomorrow? You can perfunctory other things. You can't help this matter. I will personally order this matter.
(End of this chapter)