What should I do if I wear it in a gal?

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Thinking of this, she couldn't help but feel excited.

"Dad...why...what kind of existence do I have in your heart? Is it your daughter?

"Obviously Dad will listen to the opinions of customers seriously, but I am not even as good as your customer.

"Do you know what those dandies say! They say I'm just a tool for marriage!"

Claude was shocked.

He knew that some business rivals slandered him behind his back like this, but he didn't take it seriously.I didn't expect my daughter to listen to these nonsense.

"So I look so unbearable in your eyes?" His face became gloomy.

"Then explain it to me," Alice said angrily, "If you don't say anything, how do I know what you should look like!"

"What do I look like?" Claude sneered, "You don't care what I look like at all, as long as it doesn't suit your wishes, it doesn't look like anything, right?"

"...!" Alice choked, and her figure swayed.

In the past few days, in order to vent her anger with her father, she didn't eat much. At this time, her hypotension occurred.

Yan Xin hurriedly stepped forward to support her: "Miss!"

Alice paled and fainted.

When Claude saw this scene, his pupils shrank.

How did it become like this!

He no longer cared about face, hurried forward, snatched Alice from Yan Xin, and hugged her in his arms.

"Quick... call the doctor!" he growled.

Yan Xin nodded and left quickly.

There were only two people left in the living room.

Claude just looked at the lifeless Alice, his heart sank, flustered and scared.

He thought of the scene when his wife died, and was afraid that after losing his wife, he would lose his daughter.

He obviously wanted to save this situation, why would he still be like this?

It was only then that he discovered that he had been only caring about his own selfishness, not considering Alice's thoughts, and had always let himself play the majestic and unquestionable father, thinking that this was the right way, and then went further and further down the wrong path.

And being tough on yourself will only make things worse.

Taking a deep breath, he said tremblingly: "Alice, Dad understands, Dad is sorry for you..."

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Luo Xiang looked sad and sighed.

Qiuming poked her face: "Student Luo Xiang, what are you thinking?"

"What else can you think about?" Luo Xiang rolled her eyes.

And Qiuming gently touched her head again: "Don't be so worried. We have done everything we can, and we can only see their efforts."

"Yes..." Luo Xiang replied.

"By the way, let's not talk about this. Look, there is a milk tea shop over there. Let me buy you a cup of milk tea." Qiuming smiled and took Luo Xiang's hand.

Luo Xiang froze for a moment, and stayed where she was.

Qiuming thought Luo Xiang like this was a bit strange, so he leaned closer and asked, "What's wrong?"

Luo Xiang was a little embarrassed: "I just remembered that Yuya also invited me to drink milk tea before, and then I felt a little déjà vu."

"..."

"Student Luo Xiang," Qiuming said with a serious expression, "How can you mention another boy in front of me? It's too cruel for me."

"Yes, sorry..."

"The apology is not sincere." Qiu Ming pinched Luo Xiang's cheek again.

And Luo Xiang felt a little guilty when he heard it: "Then what should I do to show my sincerity?"

"Just drink that," Qiuming's eyes lit up, pointing to the signboard next to the milk tea shop: "White Valentine's Day limited milk tea."

Luo Xiang looked over, and saw that the cup of milk tea only had a lovers straw... the one with one tube at the bottom and two tubes at the top...

Drink this, shame on your wife!

"I, I'm not very good..." She flinched a little.

Qiuming narrowed his eyes, a little dangerously: "Where is your sincerity?"

"I'm not sincere, I'm just a heartless scumbag."

"That's great, let's go drink together." Qiuming smiled and pulled Luo Xiang to the milk tea shop.

Why is it great that she is a scumbag!

Luo Xiang was speechless, unable to understand Qiuming's logic.

But in fact, Qiuming has no logic at all, no matter what Luoxiang is like, he will definitely drink this cup of milk tea.

The clerk served milk tea graciously.

Luo Xiang looked at it, this cup of milk tea was carefully designed, even the pearls were heart-shaped.

And Qiuming sat directly opposite, leaned closer to the straw, tapped her thin lips, and smiled slightly: "Student Luo Xiang, come quickly."

"Huh...you let me prepare myself...well."

Qiuming didn't give Luo Xiang a chance to prepare. He grabbed her hand on the table, so she couldn't help leaning forward, and leaned her mouth on the straw.

Then she saw Qiuming's magnified beauty at a close distance.He was biting the straw, and his watery peach blossom eyes bewitched him.

She took a sip of milk tea subconsciously, but she didn't know what milk tea tasted like.

Afterwards, she hurriedly shook off Qiuming's hand and distanced herself from him.

"Student Qiuming, please don't do this." Luo Xiang's heart was beating fast and her face was flushed.

And Qiuming smiled, the sun was shining brightly: "It's great, you don't have to frown anymore."

She was startled, and then realized that the feeling of worry before was no longer in her heart.

Why does Qiuming always use such tricks to comfort himself...