100 Days of Honey Wars: Dictatorship Boss, flirt

master bedroom.

If Ah Qi was not mistaken, it was Qiao Mucheng's room.

Taking a sneak peek at Qiao Mucheng, who was still reading the newspaper, unmoved, and then at Jiang Luyao, who was acting like a hostess, Ah Qi felt that he was under attack from both sides.

"Why, can't you hear what I said?" Jiang Luyao raised his eyebrows, showing displeasure.

"Sir." According to common sense, if a strange woman enters the house, she should be kicked out, which is what she did before.

But this woman obviously seemed to be too familiar with Qiao Mucheng, and asked him to put her luggage in the master bedroom, and told him rationally that this very hot issue should be left to Qiao Mucheng to deal with it. If it is handled improperly, experience tells him that his life will be very difficult in the future.

Qiao Mucheng put down the newspaper in his hand and glanced at Ah Qi.

Although Qiao Mucheng only gave him a blank look, Ah Qi felt that he was not well.

Qiao Mucheng turned to look at the woman opposite, his eyes were extremely cold: "I just agreed to marry you, but I didn't agree to share a room with you."

He allowed him to enter the room, but sharing the same room was not allowed.

This was already the biggest concession he could make, and he hoped that she would not push her further.

Now, Ah Qi on the side was sweating in his heart. It was too dangerous. In the short five minutes, he had imagined countless kinds of relationships between this woman and Qiao Mucheng, but he had never thought about the relationship between this woman and Qiao Mucheng. It is this relationship.

Hearing the words, Jiang Luyao tried to use provocative and irritating methods to achieve his goal, "Why? Not enough concentration? Or is it not good in that aspect, afraid of being discovered by me?"

The good one only agreed to marry her, but did not agree to share a room with her.

If it wasn't for the sake of living in his house and climbing into his bed with confidence, why would she go to such lengths to force him to get married?

Now that he wants to keep her out and ruin her plan without agreeing to be in the same room with her, has he asked her opinion?

Did you ask her permission?
Ah Qi on the side was blushed by Jiang Luyao's questioning, and was too frightened to speak out.

To Jiang Luyao's surprise, Qiao Mucheng didn't agree with her at all. He picked up the coffee in his hand, took a sip, then put it down, and said to Ah Qi beside him, "Ah Qi, take her luggage away." to the guest room."

Whether it will work or not is not up to her.

He said to live in the guest room, so he stayed in the guest room.

"Yes." After receiving the order, Ah Qi ran to the door of the living room as if he had received a life-saving talisman, picked up Jiang Luyao's box, and went upstairs to get it.

Jiang Luyao watched helplessly as Ah Qi carried his suitcase upstairs, feeling like he had punched the cotton.

But in an instant, she thought about it.

It doesn't matter, since she can't live in Qiao Mucheng's bedroom openly, then she can change the way.

Anyway, she's settled on Qiao Mucheng's bed.

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It's night, in front of the European-style floor-to-ceiling windows in the guest room of Qiao's Bieyuan.

Jiang Lu stood leaning against the window.

Flaxen-colored wavy long hair, like seaweed, is scattered on the shoulders and hangs down to the waist.

She was wearing a short black tube top skirt, which tightly wrapped her curvy and graceful figure. Her right hand was loosely holding a goblet full of red wine. in front of you.

From a distance, it looks like the queen of the night, with a variety of styles.

And the place she has been staring at is the gate of Qiao's Bieyuan.

After dinner, she has been standing here, never leaving for a moment.

It wasn't until a ray of light slowly approached in the darkness that her expression changed slightly, and a meaningful smile rose from the corner of her lips——

master bedroom.

On the soft white bed sheet, Jiang Luyao supported his head with one hand, and held a wine glass in the other, his eyes kept falling in the direction of the sound of water.

With red lips as delicate as roses, she took a sip of the red wine in the glass from time to time.

When he realized that the sound of the water in the bathroom had disappeared, he calmly put the wine glass in his hand on the bedside table beside him, put his empty hand casually on his long snow-white legs, and smiled charmingly.

At this time, she is like a mermaid blooming in the dark night.

Qiao Mucheng walked out of the bathroom while wiping his dripping hair.

When he saw the woman lying on the bed, he stopped wiping himself and stood still.

The woman in front of him, posing in a very seductive pose, was inviting him invisibly.

It's just that Jiang Luyao like this made him think for a moment of the photo of her flirting and laughing with the blond man, with a stern look in her eyes, her thin lips parted, her voice like a thousand-year-old cold jade, without a trace of warmth: "Are you going out by yourself, or should I ask someone to invite you out."