100 Days of Honey Wars: Dictatorship Boss, flirt

Ah Qi was in a dilemma between the two, wishing that a stone would fall from the sky and knock him unconscious.

Qiao Mucheng glanced at Jiang Luyao with a cold face, and continued to order Ah Qi: "This is my home, you just need to obey my orders."

Jiang Luyao did not back down: "I am the hostess here, so half of this house belongs to me. Qi, don't you dare to listen to me and give it a try?"

Qiao Mucheng raised his eyebrows, looked at her and said, "Only when I admit your identity, you are the hostess here."

Jiang Luyao replied disapprovingly: "It's not up to you whether you admit it or not, you are using it as a marriage certificate for fun?"

A smile appeared in Qiao Mucheng's eyes: "Do you really think that with a marriage letter, everything will be fine?"

Hearing these words, Jiang Luyao's heart tightened, and his impeccable complacent expression finally loosened for a moment.

This was exactly what she had been worrying about. Although Qiao Mucheng was forced to marry her, all she had in her hands were the two marriage certificates.

This thing does have absolute authority at the legal level, but to Qiao Mucheng, maybe it is just two pieces of paper.

As long as he wanted to, he could void those two pieces of paper at any time, and she currently had no other leverage to hold Qiao Mucheng back.

It seems that the thing that she thought about during the day is imperative, before she succeeds, she will make this guy proud for a few more days!
Seeing that Jiang Luyao didn't speak, Qiao Mucheng knew that he had won the confrontation. Although it didn't seem to be something to be proud of, he still couldn't help showing a smile in his eyes.

Before turning around and leaving the restaurant, he threw a word to Ah Qi: "Do as I tell you."

This time Jiang Luyao didn't say anything to stop him, and Ah Qi finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since his wife lived in Qiao's Bieyuan, he felt that his living environment had suddenly become much more dangerous. Just a seemingly casual word might hide murderous intentions, which made him feel like he was walking on thin ice.

Jiang Luyao was sullen and lost his appetite, so he simply dropped his chopsticks and prepared to go back to his room.

"Ma'am, do you want to send a bowl of porridge to your room?"

After asking this sentence, Ah Qi really wanted to slap himself.

Sure enough, Jiang Luyao glared at him angrily, and said, "No need, send them all to the study, and let that guy die!"

After she finished speaking, she turned and went upstairs, closing the bedroom door with a "bang".

Ah Qi raised his hand and patted his chest, thinking it was dangerous.

Fortunately, the wife only cared about being angry with her husband and didn't care about herself. Otherwise, if she vented her anger on herself, he would have to suffer.

Back in the room, Jiang Luyao lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and thinking about his plan.

With Qiao Mucheng's determination, it might be very difficult to lure him into submission.But if you use some special means, I don't believe he can bear it!

But that guy has always been cautious. If he personally gave him something to eat and drink, he might not eat it with confidence. He must find a good time...

Time passed slowly while she was thinking hard, and two hours later, when she was almost falling asleep, there was a sound from the direction of the door, and then the door was pushed open, and a figure walked in.

Jiang Luyao woke up instantly, sat up from the bed, and looked at the figure warily.

When she saw that it was Qiao Mucheng who came, her expression changed, she glared at him and said angrily, "Don't you know that it is basic courtesy to knock before entering someone else's room?"

Qiao Mucheng walked towards her as if nothing had happened, and said, "This is my home, if I go into my wife's room, do I need to knock on the door?"

Jiang Luyao raised his eyebrows and asked, "So, I can enter your room without knocking?"

Qiao Mucheng seemed to have heard something funny, and asked back, "Did you knock on the door?"

That being said, it does seem to be...

Jiang Luyao had entered his bedroom twice before, but he never knocked on the door.

"Nothing to say?" Qiao Mucheng was unreasonable.

"Hmph!" Jiang Luyao glared at him, and decided to change the subject: "What are you doing in my room at night? Don't tell me you have figured it out and want to fulfill your husband's obligations."

Qiao Mucheng ignored her, raised his hand and put something on the bedside table.

Jiang Luyao turned his head to look, and saw that it was a medicine box, exactly the one he had seen in the Jiang family's old house last time.

Looking up at him suspiciously, Jiang Luyao asked him why he came.

Qiao Mucheng sat down beside her bed, skillfully opened the medicine box, took out gauze, disinfectant and other items from it, and then ordered concisely: "Come here and change the medicine."

It was only then that Jiang Luyao remembered that she still had a wound on her forehead. The doctor had indeed told her to change the medicine every day, but she thought it was troublesome, so she didn't care. She didn't expect Qiao Mucheng to still think about it.

"Nothing to be courteous to, rape or steal!" Jiang Luyao curled his lips, not buying it.

Qiao Mucheng glanced at her indifferently, and said with a threatening tone: "You must be tied up to be honest?"

Jiang Luyao stiffened his neck, with a face that would rather die than surrender: "Come and tie me up!"

Qiao Mucheng didn't have the patience to play tug-of-war with her, so he simply reached out and grabbed her shoulder, pressed her down, and pushed her down on the bed.

Jiang Luyao wanted to struggle, but his arms locked her tightly like a pair of iron clamps, no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't move, and finally had to accept her fate.

"How can you change someone's medicine like this? Are you sure you didn't take the opportunity to get revenge on me?" Jiang Luyao lay on the bed like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, staring at Qiao Mucheng and asked.

Seeing that she stopped struggling, Qiao Mucheng let go of her hand, and replied with a half-smile: "For disobedient patients, force is the most effective method."

Jiang Lu gave him a blank look, and when she was about to say something, she saw him leaning over and approaching her. His figure blocked most of the light in front of her eyes, and the familiar aura came over her face, making her forget all of a sudden. What did you want to say just now?

Qiao Mucheng gently removed the gauze from her forehead, and then gently wiped her wound with a cotton ball dipped in disinfectant.

Although his movements were very light, due to the irritation of the potion, Jiang Luyao couldn't help but yelled: "It hurts! Can you be gentle? I'm sure now that you came to revenge me on purpose!"

While she was shouting, she was struggling to sit up from the bed, Qiao Mucheng was still holding the cotton wool in his hand, afraid that she would move around, so he wanted to reach out and press her back down again.

In desperation, he happened to press where it shouldn't be, and there was a soft touch in the palm of his hand, and both of them froze.

Qiao Mucheng quickly withdrew his hand and continued to wipe Jiang Luyao's wound as if nothing had happened.

Jiang Luyao also recovered from the initial surprise, but he didn't struggle anymore. He lay obediently on the bed, looked at Qiao Mucheng with narrow eyes, and said in a drawn out tone, "I see, change the medicine." It's just an excuse, you actually want to take the opportunity to eat my tofu, right? It's no wonder that a lonely man and a widow are in the same room, which is the most suitable for this kind of thing."

Qiao Mucheng's eyebrows twitched, and he said calmly, "Don't provoke me with words, you know I'm not interested in you."

"Really?" Jiang Luyao lay on the bed, hooked his fingers on the collar of Qiao Mucheng who was leaning over her, and gently pulled him down, letting him get closer to him. "If you haven't tried it, how do you know you're not interested? Do you dare to prove this to me yourself?"

How ambiguous this posture was. Qiao Mucheng looked down at Jiang Luyao from top to bottom, breathing in her faint fragrance, saying that it was impossible for him to say that there was no disturbance in his heart.

Although he still looks like that thousand-year-old iceberg, God knows how much he is suffering at the moment.

Although he knew how dangerous it would be to enter this little elf's room alone, he obviously underestimated Jiang Luyao.

As long as she had a chance, she would try her best to tease him. No man would be able to resist her offensive, and this offensive would only be more lethal to him.

He has endured it for six years, even under the pretense of being unfeminine, thinking that he already has the endurance beyond ordinary people.

But this indestructible barrier is often vulnerable to a single blow when facing Jiang Luyao.

He can only keep the distance between him and her as much as possible to ensure that he will not lose control.

It's not that he doesn't want to get Jiang Luyao, it's just because he hopes that when he gets her, she will be willing, not for any other purpose or means.

Jiang Luyao was still waiting for Qiao Mucheng's response, but he suddenly ate him a chestnut.

"If you don't want me to tie you up, just lie down."

Holding the uninjured half of his forehead, Jiang Luyao glared at Qiao Mucheng indignantly, "Are you still a normal man?"

"Shut up." Qiao Mucheng didn't intend to talk to her.

Jiang Luyao wanted to continue to toss, but suddenly remembered his plan and felt that there was no need to rush at this moment, so he finally calmed down.

It's really not a good time tonight, anyway, no matter how hard she tried, it was all in vain, so she might as well let him go for a while.

Qiao Mucheng sterilized her wound and applied anti-inflammatory ointment on her. While doing all this, his expression was extremely focused and his movements were very skillful, as if he had practiced countless times.

Jiang Luyao suddenly became completely quiet, just quietly watching him busy in front of his eyes.

There was a cold touch of the ointment on the forehead, and the previous tingling finally eased.

Qiao Mucheng's side face reflected the warm orange light of the desk lamp, with perfect facial lines and focused expression, each frame could be frozen into a beautiful picture.

Jiang Luyao couldn't help staring blankly.

She suddenly felt a burst of emotion in her heart, such a good-looking person, why is his heart so vicious?

It's really knowing people, knowing faces but not knowing the heart, blinding a good appearance in vain!