This Warm Marriage is Bone-deep Sweet

  Chapter 1976 Qiao Qing who has a temper!

  The next day, after Han Yunan woke up, he turned around and saw Qiao Qing beside the bed.

  I don't know if he hasn't rested well, his deep eye sockets are a bit tired.

  He put his arms on his back and looked at Han Yunan sideways, his eyes in a daze.

  Han Yunan looked at each other with him, then lifted the quilt to get out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom in a blink of an eye.

  Qiao Qing looked at her leaving figure, slowly lowering her eyelids, her heart surrounded by unspeakable complex emotions.

  After a while, he was about to sit up, and Han Yunan, who had gone back and forth, had already folded back with his clothes, "It has been dried quickly, let's put it on."

  Even if he stayed warm all night, Qiao Qing still couldn't see the shyness of any woman on Han Yunan's face.

  It seems that she can stay sensible all the time, and it is impossible for people to figure out the true feelings of her heart.

  Qiao Qing took the warm clothes and raised his eyes to thank him, but found that Han Yunan had left again.

  He opened the quilt, dressed neatly, stepped forward and pulled the curtains open.

  After the baptism of spring rain, the streets are full of greenery, exuding vitality everywhere.

  It's past eight o'clock. Motor vehicles drove past the road, and pedestrians hurried to the office space.

  Only Qiao Qing suddenly couldn't find a sense of belonging.

  He pinched the waistline with one hand, sighed heavily, wiped his face, and forcibly suppressed his irritability.

  Qiao Qing stayed alone in the bedroom for a while, and then walked slowly out of the bedroom.

  The moment the door was opened, a scent of rice rushed into the end of the nose, and the sound of the frying pan burning oil could be heard.

  He followed the sound to the kitchen, standing near the sliding door, he saw the busy Han Yunan.

  This woman, no matter what she does, she is always organized.

  Milk and toast bread have been put on the table, and she is wearing that expensive black silk pajamas, flipping fried eggs in the pan.

  Even in the kitchen full of oily smoke, she did not spoil her elegance in the slightest.

  Qiao Qing watched intently. It wasn't until Han Yunan put two fried eggs on the plate that she looked sideways in time, "Don't look, come and eat."

  Apparently, she knew Qiao Qing was outside the door.

  Qiao Qing sat down without saying a word, and took a big gulp while holding the milk glass.

  Han Yunan sat across from him, eating breakfast gracefully, and raised his eyes, “Did you rest well last night?”

  Qiao Qing put down the milk cup and asked unhurriedly: "Do you care about me?"

  This question is a bit naive.

  Han Yunan took a bite of the toast, looked at Qiao Qing’s gloomy eyebrows, and smiled, “Of course, even if you are an ordinary friend, I will care about one or two, let alone you are my fiance.”

  Originally, when Qiao Qing heard her answer, his silent brows appeared.

  But when he listened to everything, the corner of his mouth that was supposed to be raised, fell again.

  Hearing the three words "fiance" from Han Yunan's mouth, he didn't feel like a nickname, but just... an identity.

  Qiao Qing felt that the food in his mouth tasted the same as chewing wax, and threw the toast on the plate at will, and got up quickly, "I have something to do, let’s go."

   didn't know what temper he was making. In short, when facing Han Yunan, Qiao Qing repeatedly lost control and had no intention of exploring the cause.

  He strode out of the kitchen and came to the hallway. He paused and listened.

  A few seconds later, he was disappointed.

  Han Yunan has no plans to send him away at all, this woman has a **** hard heart!

  Qiao Qing slammed the door and left in anger, his self-esteem was crushed under his feet, what is he still doing here!

  (End of this chapter)