100 Days of Honey Wars: Dictatorship Boss, flirt

Jiang Luyao raised his wine glass, shook it, looked at Qiao Mucheng, and blinked charmingly: "I've eaten it all, sharing a wine glass is nothing."

It's not that she doesn't understand what he's referring to, but people change and habits change.

Once in America, there was a man who went to any lengths to break her old habits.

What went through in the middle, only she, the client, knows best, she is no longer the original her, at least, for her now, no matter what it is, she can adapt in the fastest way.

Qiao Mucheng stared at her quietly, without saying a word, his thin lips tightened a little.

Seeing his silence, Jiang Luyao asked, "Want to have a drink together?"

The situation of two people, only one of them drinking by himself, always seems to be a little uncoordinated.

If Qiao Mucheng drank together, she might be able to eat up Qiao Mucheng after a while with the help of alcohol. At that time, it would not be so easy for Qiao Mucheng to get away after the raw rice was cooked.

Qiao Mucheng's eyes darkened, as if he could see through her thoughts at a glance: "No need, I don't want to see someone having sex after drinking."

There were still a few beads of wine on Jiang Luyao's lips, reflecting the color of his lips, which was truly seductive. Hearing what Qiao Mucheng said, the corners of his lips twitched imperceptibly, and he sneered, "If you're afraid that I'll mess up after drinking, , I think you can leave now, after all, if I want to mess up, I can mess up now."

It's nothing more than pretending to be crazy and foolish. Many people can't pour a glass when it comes to wine.

She felt that it was necessary for her to remind Qiao Mucheng of his relationship with her.

In the legal sense, even if she drank too much alcohol and had sex after drinking, it was justified.

Before Qiao Mucheng could speak, Jiang Luyao jokingly said, "Wait, are you afraid that you will have sex after drinking? After all, normal men still have desires under normal circumstances."

When she said this, she deliberately misinterpreted his meaning, and secondly, she intentionally stimulated Qiao Mucheng.

She will wait and see what she said and his reaction after listening.

Originally trying to block her words, she didn't expect to be beaten up by her instead. Qiao Mucheng narrowed his eyes, looked at her holding the wine glass, waiting for the interesting expression, and wanted to say something.

Just as the thin lips opened, the mobile phone beside him made a "buzzing..." sound. Looking over, the caller ID was Qiao's Bieyuan.

Jiang Luyao pursed his lips, glanced at the beeping mobile phone next to Qiao Mucheng, and frowned.

The person who called here must have pinched him too accurately, right?
If she had to call at this time, she would have seen Qiao Mucheng deflated.

"Hello." Qiao Mucheng swiped the phone, answered the phone, and said a short word.

Glancing at Jiang Luyao, he said, "She's fine, tell Aunt Gu."

Then hung up the phone.

Seeing him hang up the phone, Jiang Luyao raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did Ah Qi call?"

From what he said, it should be Ah Qi calling.

"Yes." Qiao Mucheng replied, "Aunt Gu is very worried about you."

With a "bang...", she put the wine glass that was originally in Jiang Luyao's hand on the table.

"Don't Aunt Gu know that I'm with you?" Jiang Luyao's tone was a little eager.

Qiao Mucheng looked at her, and said lightly, "Yes."

Since he found out that she hadn't returned to Bieyuan, he found it here, and he hasn't called Bieyuan until now, so it's normal for them not to know.

Jiang Luyao got his confirmation, and glanced outside the living room, night had fallen, and he had been out for a long time, and when he came out, he was still with Tang Jiaren, his face was still bright, it was inevitable that Aunt Gu and the others would be worried.

The same goes for me, I never asked for Ah Qi's call.

"When did you get so close to Ah Qi and Aunt Gu?" While saying these words, Qiao Mucheng's eyes searched for a long time.

"What? Can't you?" Jiang Luyao replied casually, "As the new hostess of the Qiao family, of course I have to use my power to win people's hearts, otherwise how can I gain a foothold in the Qiao family in the future?"

For half a month in Bieyuan, getting along day and night every day, and being close to two people is also reasonable.

What is the question he asked.

What's more, Ah Qi is so cute, and Aunt Gu treats her so well.

Qiao Mucheng glanced at her, retracted his indifferent gaze, and got up from the sofa.

Seeing him get up suddenly, Jiang Luyao asked, "What are you doing?"

"Stay here tonight." Qiao Mucheng paused and said.

"So?" Jiang Luyao still didn't quite understand, and took a sip of the red wine.

"Dinner needs to be settled by yourself." After Qiao Mucheng finished speaking, he walked away.

Hearing these words, Jiang Luyao suddenly understood. With a shake of his hand, he swallowed the red wine in time, almost choking himself. He looked at Qiao Mucheng in disbelief, and walked straight into the tall figure in the kitchen.

He's going to make dinner, is that what you mean?

Although her psychological endurance is pretty good now, she still can't accept that Qiao Mucheng wants to cook her dinner.

She once imagined that one day Qiao Mucheng would cook for her, but that was only a fantasy. She never thought that one day her dream would come true, and she never dared to ask for it, but now, he wants to cook by himself Cook for her to eat.

Jiang Luyao had mixed feelings.

Until an hour later, Qiao Mucheng placed four delicious home-cooked dishes and two bowls of rice in front of him.

Jiang Luyao suppressed his redundant expressions, tried his best to hide the complicated emotions in his heart, and from the corner of his eyes, he glanced at the person sitting opposite him with a normal expression.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, he brushed his hair, raised a smirk, raised his injured hand, and said confidently: "Hey, my hands are like this, what do you want me to eat?"

That kind of expression is full of clamoring for a sentence: I can't hold the chopsticks in my hands, so feed me.

Looking at the person who was staring at him, but sitting there indifferently, Jiang Luyao waved his injured hand again to remind his consciousness, and closely observed every look and expression of Qiao Mucheng.

"Your right hand is injured, you can eat with your left hand." Qiao Mucheng glanced at her injured hand.

"I'm not left-handed, and I don't know how to use my left hand." Jiang Luyao pursed her lips and hit back, she knew he would say that.

"Can't hold chopsticks with your left hand?" Qiao Mucheng asked.

"Well, no." Jiang Luyao responded.

"Then grab and eat with your hands." Qiao Mucheng glanced at her with a calm expression, and said coldly.

"..." Jiang Luyao was at a loss for words, and after a few seconds, he said coldly, "I'm not an animal. Qiao Mucheng, I just asked you to feed me a meal. You push back and forth, and you don't intend to let me starve to death, okay?" Let other women occupy the magpie's nest?"

In any case, anyway, she was determined to rely on him, and tonight he had to feed him, and he had to feed him if he didn't, she didn't believe that Qiao Mucheng didn't think she was annoying!

She has enough time to grind with him.

"Do you know?" Qiao Mucheng was not provoked by her.

Jiang Luyao sneered, glanced at him, then set his eyes on his right hand, looked back and forth, raised his brows: "I know it won't work." After speaking, he pulled a strand of hair from his shoulder, and used his left hand Playing with it, he said sinisterly: "You also know that what I am best at now is running the train with my mouth full and talking nonsense everywhere. You said that if you don't feed me tonight, I will be hungry for a long time. It is very likely that I will go to the empire again tomorrow and say something about it..."

"That's not good." Before he could say a few words, Qiao Mucheng pulled his chair and sat beside her.

Jiang Luyao was very satisfied with this.

Qiao Mucheng picked up the chopsticks, picked up the rice in front of her, put a vegetable to her mouth, and said sternly, "Can we eat in peace?"

He just wanted to have a meal with her quietly.

What happened today made him feel uncomfortable, but she brought up the old things again.

He didn't want her to come to the company to say something, because he couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be angry. Besides, she kept questioning that aspect, the dignity of a man, which made him worry that he would really put her I can't help but want to prove it.

"I don't eat vegetables." Jiang Luyao glanced at the vegetables he had picked up, and said angrily, "I want to eat meat."

She was deliberately teasing Qiao Mucheng's heartstrings. Seeing his slightly trembling brows, the corners of Jiang Luyao's lips curled up.

Qiao Mucheng took a deep look at her, put down the vegetables, took another piece of meat, and handed it to her mouth.

Jiang Luyao's eyes were always on his face, without looking at what he was holding with the chopsticks, he opened his mouth to enclose the piece of meat, and at the same time, his teeth deliberately bit the chopsticks that were put into his mouth.

Feeling the strength in his hands, Qiao Mucheng only felt the veins in his neck twitch.

He really doesn't know how long he can endure being teased by her like this every day.

Seeing him trying to suppress him, Jiang Luyao chuckled and let go.

Afterwards, she was very law-abiding, what he fed, what she ate.

It wasn't until the whole bowl of rice was finished that Qiao Mucheng asked her in a cold voice, "Do you still want to eat?"

"I'm full." Jiang Luyao said, and added meaningfully: "Thank you for the meat."

"..." Qiao Mucheng's face twitched slightly.

Putting down the bowls and chopsticks, he took out a tissue and handed it to her, pulled the chair with no expression on his face, moved to the opposite side of her, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and started to eat by himself.

After eating and drinking, Jiang Luyao wiped his lips with the tissue Qiao Mucheng handed him.

I have to say that the taste of these dishes is not generally good.

She has always known that Qiao Mucheng, at any time, would either not do it, or do it well, but she never expected that he would cook food so "superbly".

Looking at the man sitting opposite him, eating and picking up vegetables, and his gestures, he was revealing a unique elegance and nobility.

This should be the first time in six years that she had dinner with him. When there were only two of them, it was still in the old Jiang family house that she was so familiar with.

What was once the most desired image is now the funniest.