The bottomless black eyes reflected her panicked expression, her lips were cold arcs, and her voice was low and gloomy, "Say so much nonsense, it's nothing more than wanting me to go-you, Qiao Yimo, you When did you become so inferior? I just estranged a little bit, and you were impatient. Are you afraid that I will go out to find a woman, or are you worried that I will dump you?"
With no face to speak of, Qiao Yimo stood against the cold and hard corner of the table under him, bit his red lips, raised his eyes and peeked into his eyes, "Yes, so please... Don't. I don't care about anything," In your eyes, it doesn’t matter, then you don’t have to feel wronged and go out to find a woman..."
She was bored, her eyes covered with a thin mist, and she blushed and squeezed out a sentence, "...and those women...are not clean."
"..."
Fu Sinian stared at her weirdly for a long time, seeming to be annoyed to laugh but couldn't laugh, and continued to ridicule: "Why didn't I find that your brain was so stupid before?"
Qiao Yimo flushed her face, bit her lip and said nothing.
A very thin cold light flashed across the man's eyes, not very obvious, but Qiao Yimo caught it sensitively, his heart suddenly jumped, and he subconsciously wanted to escape.
The man raised his lips badly, "Is it too late to escape now?"
Qiao Yimo's eyes trembled, and he said very quickly: "I'm hungry..."
The man chuckled, "Are these hypocritical concealments still interesting?"
"Fu Sinian, don't..."
Qiao Yimo's eyes widened and he instinctively struggled twice.
How long did it last? Qiao Yimo was already unconscious, closed his eyes, sweating all over...
Early the next morning, Qiao Yimo was instantly caught
Awakened.
Slightly widened eyes stared at the ceiling blankly, and what happened last night gradually floated in his mind.
One crazy night, she thought she was going crazy...
She glanced around, not the study, but the bedroom.
As if thinking of something, the little hand touched something next to him very quickly, and his sight was also checked back and forth on the quilt.
It's cold!
The quilt is not wrinkled either.
He still didn't sleep in this room last night? He sent her back to the second bedroom again
This thought passed, she suddenly sat up, lifted the quilt, got out of the bed, changed her clothes, and ran downstairs without wearing any shoes.
"Madam, whoops, why don't you wear shoes, it's so cold on the ground!" Chen's mother became anxious when she saw this.
Qiao Yimo grabbed her hand very quickly, "Mum Chen, when did the husband leave?"
"Sir? The sir is the same as usual!"
same
Qiao Yimo raised his eyes and looked at his watch, his heart cold for a moment.
He just left half an hour ago.
Tightening her lips, she asked unwillingly, "Then... have you seen him coming out of that room?"
Chen's mother is also a married woman, so she naturally understood what she meant.
The room she cleaned up naturally knew that they were sleeping in separate rooms, but it was inconvenient to say more as a servant.
As if she couldn't bear to see her sad, she smiled comfortingly and said, "Which room can the gentleman come out from? Of course it's the master bedroom."
Is the master bedroom
Qiao Yimo's lips suddenly pulled out a bitter smile.
Madam Chen frowned and said softly: "Ma'am, don't think about it, you go and wash, I will bring out the breakfast for you."
Sticky feeling on the body
, Finally let Qiao Yimo be sure that he really left her in the bedroom after finishing the work last night.
It was ridiculous, but Qiao Yimo wanted to cry, the most humble one, nothing was saved, and she became the mean and pretentious woman in his eyes.
After eating breakfast, Qiao Yimo suppressed his depression, looked for a mobile phone to find a bag, cleaned up, and went out to the studio.
In order to hide her identity, Qiao Yimo never let Xiao Xiao come to pick her up, usually by going out to fight.
But after being surrounded by reporters last time, Xiao Xiao felt very sorry, and insisted on picking her up.
In the end, she could only report an address near Bishuiyunju to her and let her wait.
"Momo, here!"
A black Spyker parked on the side of the road, Xiao Xiao's face wearing sunglasses appeared from the window.
Qiao Yimo looked around and opened the door of the back seat.
As soon as I got in the car, he said helplessly: "Sister Xiao, you are coming to pick me up, can you drive a lower-key car?"
Xiao Xiao pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of her nose and smiled, "Don't let the company give it in vain, or how can we reflect our company's benefits?"
Qiao Yimo curled his lips, speechless.
Shengtian Entertainment, her contracted company, the boss heard that it is not alone, but the company not only provides good benefits to employees, but even the young artists who join the company will be equipped with a luxury car to travel.
What else can she say
Xiao Xiao started the car and waited for the road to go smoothly, and suddenly said in a brisk tone: "Have you seen the news on the Internet?"
"Huh?" Qiao Yimo frowned and picked up the phone. "What's the news?"
She didn't even remember to surf the Internet since she was working.
(End of this chapter)