Quick time travel: The little villain who criticizes the big boss is sweet and sweet

Xu Han was so angry that he yelled crazily downstairs, cursing the young boy whose face was blushing from being kissed by a woman.

Leng Qiao gently covered his ears, the boy's eyes were full of water, and there was a little doubt.

Because he was surprised to find that he really couldn't hear anything just by covering it lightly... If you don't count the turbulent sonata in his chest.

He looked at the glamorous woman in front of him, and realized that her mouth was opening and closing, as if she was saying something.

But he couldn't hear it.

Leng Qiao rubbed the boy's little head, then reached out and closed the window completely.

The young man blushed, waiting for her next move, but the woman just turned around and asked him.

"It's the middle of the night, why don't you want to sleep?"

Gu Qinglan's eyes were red, she didn't know whether it was from embarrassment or anger, she unconsciously glanced downstairs through the window.

Leng Qiaoquan pretended not to see it.

The more he thought about it, the more wronged he became. Tears rolled in his eyes, but he stubbornly refused to drop them.

"He, does he like you?" The little boy asked in a crying voice.

Leng Qiao nodded with a smile.

The little boy suddenly had a sore nose, and called out to her in a coquettish voice.

"Then you mustn't like him! He's a bad man!"

Downstairs, a few policemen suddenly appeared and took the mad Xu Han away from the scene.

Leng Qiao stretched out her hand, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of the young boy's eyes, and the smile gradually bloomed on the corners of her lips.

She asked.

"How is he broken?"

"He, he..." Gu Qinglan couldn't tell why for a while, but he just didn't like Xu Han.

"Look, you can't even tell me how you want me to believe your words and think that he is a bad person?" Leng Qiao withdrew her hand, her voice was soft, the same as before, "It's late at night, go back to sleep."

The teardrops of the young man broke the embankment immediately, and he cried with a stubborn and delicate face.

"I don't care! I'm already yours anyway, you're not allowed to like anyone else!"

Leng Qiao leaned against the window, her eyes dim.

There was a sudden silence in the room.

Just when Gu Qinglan thought she was going to say something remorseful, she heard the woman in front of her say it.

"But we're not married yet."

"Then we'll get married tomorrow!" said the little boy, throwing himself into her arms, "So don't talk to him anymore, okay?"

The delicate body threw herself into her arms, and Leng Qiao surrounded her in a good mood, the darkness in her eyes instantly eroded all indifference.

She had a low voice, as if she was coaxing an innocent teenager, but she swore her sovereignty extremely possessively.

"Then you have to stay by my side obediently, otherwise, I will lock you up and make you a real...little canary."

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In the early morning, Gu Qinglan woke up from Leng Qiao's arms in a daze. She was still not quite sober, but subconsciously arched in Leng Qiao's arms.

"Are you awake?" The woman's voice was still hoarse when she just woke up, and she casually rubbed his soft hair, "I'm going to the police station this morning, you can sleep a little longer."

Unexpectedly, when the little boy who was still in a daze heard her words, he sat up directly from the bed, tried his best to widen his round eyes, and looked at her accusingly.

Leng Qiao was not annoyed, she took one of his hands and played with it gently.

"What's wrong?" she asked quietly.

The young man snorted heavily, looking at her as if looking at a heartbroken man, but he was reluctant to take his hand away from her.