100 Days of Honey Wars: Dictatorship Boss, flirt

After Jiang Luyao went downstairs, he immediately saw Qiao Mucheng who hadn't gone out.

Today's him is not a dull suit and leather shoes, but a light gray home clothes, which lacks the inaccessible coldness and adds a touch of approachable human touch. He half leans on the sofa and looks at the newspaper.

Same as yesterday morning, he ignored her existence and ignored her from beginning to end.

Seeing his attitude, Jiang Luyao's thoughts of saying hello disappeared immediately, and he walked to the sofa opposite him and sat down.

The servants of Qiao's family, after Jiang Luyao sat down, seemed to have sensed in advance that a disaster was about to come. They were afraid that they would be affected by Chi Yu, and those who could disappear chose to disappear. Even Ah Qi disappeared. .

"Did you ask someone to make the brown sugar water last night?" Jiang Luyao folded his arms around his chest, and although he was asking the other party, he said in a positive tone.

"Yeah." Qiao Mucheng responded, without taking his eyes off the newspaper an inch.

If he hadn't been staring at him, Jiang Luyao really wouldn't be sure that the voice came from Qiao Mucheng's mouth.He stretched out his hand, brushed his hair, and said casually, "I've poured the toilet."

When Qiao Mucheng heard what she said, he flipped through the newspaper and paused.

Jiang Luyao had a panoramic view of this scene. He didn't succeed in his goal. Are you disappointed?

"You don't want to make a speech?" Jiang Luyao asked with raised eyebrows, satisfied with his reaction.

The "embarrassment" he gave was destroyed by her personally, shouldn't he say something?

Why this man, who was so angry last night, can be so calm today. Is it because he is too deep, or his own is too shallow?

"I don't want to." Qiao Mucheng replied coldly.

The very stingy answer surprised Jiang Luyao, but she didn't care, and continued: "I lost everything in the guest room and replaced it with new ones."

Although when she threw something away last night, she deliberately made a lot of noise to let him know, and he also appeared, but after sleeping, she told her rationally that if she learned about the woman from Qiao Mucheng's mouth, maybe It will be more beneficial to what she will do in the future.

After all, that woman most likely had an unusual relationship with Qiao Mucheng.

Based on what she knew about Qiao Mucheng, he wouldn't let her live in his home if she wasn't someone very close.

Because he doesn't like strange women getting too close to him.

"Since I told you to sleep, it's your room. I don't care what you want to do." Qiao Mucheng's expression was still calm, without any disturbance, as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

When the familiar words came out of his mouth, Jiang Luyao was at a loss for words.

A good one treats his own body in his own way.

I wanted to keep asking, but after seeing his attitude of looking at me so squarely, I couldn't ask a single word.

In the huge living room, only the sound of him flipping through the newspaper could be heard in the silence. The low pressure in the air was clamoring to her imperceptibly, what should she really do.

With a playful smile on the corner of her lips, she stood up, walked to Qiao Mucheng, and sat down on her buttocks. In contrast, her body was sitting sideways, facing him, with her head supported alone, in a seductive posture, "Since I went downstairs until now, you haven't looked at me straightly, Qiao Mucheng, are you visually impotent?"

Don't want to talk to her?Then she took the initiative to talk to him.

How to cultivate the relationship between husband and wife without talking?

Being ridiculed by Jiang Luyao, Qiao Mucheng put down the newspaper in his hand, turned his head, glanced at her, and narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Have you always been so confident in your figure?"

When he said that, his gaze stayed on her chest very deliberately.

That meaning, that look, that expression, was telling her that her figure really made him dismissive.

Seeing his dismissive expression, Jiang Luyao was a little annoyed.

Why, you think she has a poor figure, so you don't even bother to take a look at her?
"Do you think I shouldn't be confident?" Jiang Luyao shot back without answering the question.

Once at the SK night show in the United States, she was rated as the Asian goddess with the best devil figure by many media. No man has ever been able to control himself enough to refuse her invitation.

Facts have proved that it is not that she is confident about her figure, but that she has the capital herself.

Qiao Mucheng raised his eyebrows, looked away from her, casually took a file bag beside him, got up, threw the file bag in front of her, and left without saying a word.