100 Days of Honey Wars: Dictatorship Boss, flirt

Qiao Mucheng was not slow to eat. Under Jiang Luyao's naked gaze, he swept away the rest of the food, quickly packed up the dishes, and took them to the kitchen.

Hearing the sound of running water in the kitchen, Jiang Luyao came to the door of the kitchen, folded his arms around his chest, leaned against the door with his calves crossed, and cast his eyes on the man who was washing the dishes.

The white shirt wraps his strong and muscular waist tightly, and the cuffs embroidered with dark patterns are slightly rolled up, exposing the healthy and seductive forearm. His eyes move to the sharp-edged profile, and there is no reason in his calm heart. There were ripples.

Who said that a man who can cook is the most handsome?
Obviously the man who can wash dishes is the most handsome.

"When did you learn to cook?" Jiang Luyao asked calmly.

Did you learn it for yourself?Or did you learn it for other women?

"Forgot." Qiao Mucheng was silent for a moment, and said without looking back.

"Tch, I wanted to praise you, but I didn't expect you to be so ignorant." Jiang Luyao shrugged and said.

Qiao Mucheng paused for a second while washing the dishes, and said, "Really? How do you want to praise me?"

"Forgot." Jiang Luyao treated him in his own way, glanced at Qiao Mucheng, turned and left with the joy of victory.

"..." Qiao Mucheng.

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After Jiang Luyao returned to the room, he opened the closet.

The dazzling array of clothes made her body stiff.

These clothes are still the clothes she wore six years ago, and even the layout of the clothes is vaguely the same as before.

Qiao Mucheng never lived here, so he probably didn't have time to throw away these clothes of hers, right?
He took a pajamas casually, went to the bathroom, and filled the bathtub with water.

After trying the water temperature, due to the injuries on her face and hands, she tied up her hair with a rubber band, carefully took off her clothes with one hand, and put them aside.

He took a bath towel, soaked it in the bathtub, and with the strength of his hand, pressed the towel against the edge of the bathtub before starting to wipe his body.

After wiping his body, he changed into pajamas, lay on the big soft bed, turned off the light, and watched the sly moonlight outside the window through the gauze curtains.

After a whole afternoon of tossing, Jiang Luyao quickly breathed evenly.

In the middle of the night, in the unlit guest room, it was pitch black.

Qiao Mucheng sat on the sofa on one side with a calm expression, holding a lighted cigarette in his hand. The moonlight hit his side face, engraving a silhouette like a knife.

His bottomless eyes fell on the international video call in front of him.

It wasn't until the man in the video finished speaking that he casually took a puff of cigarette, "Since the US can't keep her, let her go back to China."

The next morning.

It was past nine o'clock when Jiang Luyao got up from the bed.

Raking his hair, dragging his lazy body, squinting his sleepy eyes, he walked to the window and opened the curtains. Immediately, a gust of fresh air mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees rushed towards his face. In just a few seconds, Jiang was blown away. Lu Yao's sleepiness was completely blown away.

Accompanied by the breeze, looking far away, out of the corner of his eye, he saw the gate at a glance, Ah Qi who was half leaning on the car and looking at this side, at this moment, Ah Qi also saw her.

After seeing her, Ah Qi stood up straight.

"Ah Qi, did Qiao Mucheng ask you to pick me up?" Jiang Luyao raised his voice a little and asked.

"Yes, ma'am." Ah Qi replied with a smile.

Jiang Luyao was silent for a moment, then he understood.

It seemed that Qiao Mucheng had already left here, otherwise Ah Qi would not have appeared here.

"Wait for me, I'll come down right away." Jiang Luyao said, and after speaking, he closed the curtains.

After walking to the door of the room, he looked back at the room with complicated emotions, then turned his gaze away and walked out.

Five minutes later, Ah Qi looked at Jiang Luyao standing in front of him refreshed, and nodded slightly.

"How long have you been here?" Jiang Luyao asked.

"It's not long." Ah Qi replied, her eyes paused for a few seconds when she glanced at her bandaged right hand.

"How long is it not long?" Jiang Luyao continued to ask, judging from his appearance, it seemed that he had been waiting here for a long time.

"Two hours." Ah Qi answered very honestly.

"..." Jiang Luyao's face darkened. It turned out that in Ah Qi's eyes, two hours was not a long time.

Fortunately, she was being waited for instead of someone else, otherwise she wouldn't have the patience.

"Madam, your hand?" Ah Qi frowned and asked.

"You mean this?" Jiang Luyao raised his hand and raised his eyebrows.

Ah Qi nodded.

"I was injured in the fight with Tang Jiaren." Jiang Luyao looked at Ah Qi's solemn expression, deliberately frowning, and said.

After finishing speaking, he looked to the side, and when he saw Ah Qi's paralyzed face showing a rare surprised expression from the corner of his eyes, Jiang Luyao couldn't help laughing, and asked Ah Qi another question: "Guess what? Beauty, who won?"

Ah Qi frowned and shook her head.

"Stupid, of course I won the fight. I can't even guess it." Jiang Luyao pretended to blame him, and after that, he staggered Ah Qi's body and got into the car.

In fact, she really didn't want others to know that when she climbed in through the window, her hand pierced the glass. To her, this was a relatively shameful thing.

Ah Qi stood there, froze for a moment, suddenly, a faint smile appeared from the corner of his mouth, scratched his scalp, walked around to the driver's seat, opened the door, and sat in it.

Regarding Jiang Luyao's words, he firmly believed, because from the bottom of his heart, he still didn't want Jiang Luyao to be Tang Jiaren's defeated opponent.

"Madam, are we going back to Bieyuan now, or?" Ah Qi turned around, looked at Jiang Luyao and asked.

"Go back to Bieyuan." Apart from Bieyuan, she really has no place to go here. Thinking of this, she turned her head and glanced at the villa that once belonged to Jiang's family through the car window.

I don't know when I can come back to live here.

It seems that it is necessary for her to talk to Qiao Mucheng about this villa.

"Okay." Ah Qi nodded, then turned her head and started the car.

"Ah Qi, has your husband stayed here before?" Jiang Luyao asked without thinking. After asking, he felt that he had asked an extremely stupid question.

Has Qiao Mucheng lived here before? As the housekeeper of Qiao's Bieyuan, how could Ah Qi know?

How could an arrogant person like him report his whereabouts to others?

"I'm not sure. I never tell others about my husband." Ah Qi replied.

Ah Qi's answer was obviously expected, Jiang Luyao nodded and stopped talking.

Along the way, Ah Qi concentrated on driving the car. When passing by a breakfast shop, he stopped the car and got out of the car to buy her a breakfast.

Knowing that it was Qiao Mucheng's order, the gratitude Jiang Luyao wanted to say was stuck in his throat.

When he drove into the Bieyuan community, Jiang Luyao swallowed his breakfast.

Just then, the phone rang suddenly.

A devil-like laughter resounded continuously throughout the carriage.

Exclusive ringtones, exclusive passwords mean exclusive messages.

Hearing the ringtone, Jiang Luyao's nerves tensed up instantly, and his expression changed rapidly.

Ah Qi listened to the ringing cell phone, glanced at Jiang Luyao through the rearview mirror, and slowed down the car when she saw her pale face.

"Madam?" Ah Qi called out.

Jiang Luyao turned a deaf ear, holding the hands of the breakfast garbage bag tightly together, his eyes filled with unspoken fear and uneasiness.

Seeing this, Ah Qi directly parked the car aside, turned around and called again: "Madam."

"Huh?" Jiang Luyao shook the hand holding the garbage bag, and looked up at Ah Qi.

"What happened?" Ah Qi asked with a frown.

"It's okay, let's go." Jiang Luyao tried his best to suppress his emotions, glanced at Ah Qi, stretched out his hand to hang up the call on the mobile phone, and said.

Seeing that Jiang Luyao didn't intend to say more, and didn't ask any more questions, Ah Qi restarted the car and drove towards the other garden.

Seeing the car start, Jiang Luyao's expression became serious again, and he couldn't help but use more strength with the hand holding the phone.

A few minutes later, the car slowly drove into Bieyuan.

Through the car window, Jiang Luyao saw Aunt Gu waiting there at a glance. Her face was full of eagerness and worry.

Conquering the panic and anxiety caused by that phone call, he put on a calm expression.

As soon as Jiang Luyao got out of the car, Aunt Gu came up to meet her. After standing in front of her, she felt abrupt and took another step back.

Because Jiang Luyao's hands were bandaged too conspicuously, Aunt Gu saw her hands at a glance.

Hastily took out the small notebook, wrote something, and handed it to her: Madam, what happened to your hand?

Jiang Luyao glanced at Ah Qi who was standing by the other car door, leaned over to Aunt Gu, covered her lips with her hand, and lowered her voice: "When I climbed the window, I accidentally got caught by the glass, just bandaged it. It looks more serious, but it’s actually fine, you have to keep it a secret for me, and don’t let others know.”

After finishing speaking, he specifically pointed to Ah Qi who was at the side.

Let Ah Qi think that this hand was injured when he was fighting with Tang Jiaren. In such an ordinary life without any disturbance, it is also a good choice to play tricks on cute people once in a while.

Holding the small book, Aunt Gu looked at Ah Qi and nodded.

Noticing that Aunt Gu's tense face had eased, Jiang Luyao waved the phone in his hand and said, "Auntie, I need to call back now, so I'll go upstairs first."

-

The lights are on.

The city that never sleeps - Paris at night.

The air was filled with the smell of tobacco and alcohol, and all kinds of men and women in the center of the dance floor were twisting their bodies at will along with the deafening music and flashing neon lights.

The ambiguous atmosphere completely enveloped this best place for extravagant sex.

Jiang Luyao was wearing a black hip-wrapping short skirt, sitting in a corner on the edge of the dance floor, with a glass of cocktail and a mobile phone in front of him, looking around from time to time with unfathomable eyes.

The reason why she is sitting here is entirely because of that inevitable phone call a few days ago.