Chapter 690

As soon as Ji Qiaoxi heard of the three words "surnamed Jiang", he immediately came to the spirit, and his original sleepiness disappeared without a trace.

She edged over and looked at the silence.

Silence is sitting on the bed, back against the wall, one hand holding a mobile phone, the other finger gently stroking her thick hair.

He looked down at her.

The eyes in the deep, with a few meaningful exploration.

Yes, she saw that he was deliberately teasing her.

He knew that the enemy she cared about was Jiang Yuner, so he was deliberately hanging her taste at the moment.

Jiang yun'er on the other end of the phone doesn't seem to notice the silent handsfree, still says delicately.

"Mr. Jiang? Who is Mr. Jiang? "

"Let me introduce you to each other sometime?"

"Well, I'll be free tomorrow."

Jiang Yuner seems eager to get silent attention.

I decided in such a flurry.

Hang up the phone, silent side head, change a posture, will Ji Joshi in his arms.

She struggled to roll over, her back facing him.

This gesture already shows her attitude.

She couldn't meet him face to face because she was disgusted and unforgivable.

He gently grasped her waist from behind.

She could feel his breath gushing in her back neck, hot and irritating.

"Is there anything you want to say to me?"

His low voice, with a sense of banter.

She knew what he wanted to do, closed her eyes and said nothing.

"Well, since I have nothing to say, I'll go."

She still didn't respond, and then he got out of bed.

She knows the nature of silence, suspicious personality, so she will never sleep with her all night.

Behind him came the sound of Xie Xie Suo, and soon his footsteps went away.

She just turned over and saw his back as he closed the door.

She turned on the bedside lamp a little, opened the box and drew a cigarette out of it.

Light it with a lighter and take a sip.

Silence has a habit of cleanliness. He doesn't smoke and doesn't like to smell cigarettes, so she hides them. When he is away, she smokes a few.

She narrowed her eyes and let the white smoke come out of her lips.

At this moment, she seems to put down all the pain and pain.

The scene just now can be put down temporarily.

The cell phone suddenly rang.

She quickly picked it up, which is exactly what Ji Qiaoyan called.

Looking at this familiar number, her heart is trembling, what comes to her mind are Ji Qiaoyan's wet and desperate eyes.

At this time, she has been worried that the boy, who has been pestering her to call his sister since childhood, can really go into the world alone?

Will he resent her in his heart?

Is he calling her now to ask for help?

No, he won't ask for help. The car is very strong, with abundant living materials and enough cash. He should be able to get out of this predicament.

From small to large, Ji Qiaoyan is not the kind of spoiled boy. He has strong independence. When he is so old, he should be able to cope with all kinds of situations.

As long as he leaves the deep city, far away from silence, he may live well.

He struggled for a while, the phone number on the screen dimmed, and he hung up.

Well, she doesn't have to think about it.

Staring at the mobile phone screen in a daze, until the ash burned her finger, she woke up.

Press the cigarette end in the ashtray, then turn off the light and close your eyes.

At night, she had a dream.

Dream of Ji Qiao Yan is still the four or five-year-old boy, he took her hand, in the ice and snow hard to walk.

She pulled his hand hard and left alone.

Then, I heard Ji Qiaoyan's tender voice coming from behind. Sister, sister

The next morning, when she woke up, the room was full of sunshine.

I have a headache.

Sitting up, the pillow was wet with tears.

Qiao Yan! I'm sorry!

She held her face in her hands and murmured.

For a long time, she smelled a faint smell of beef. Then she opened the quilt and took out a long silk skirt from the wardrobe.

When I opened the door and came out, I heard the sound of the oven in the kitchen.

The house is full of sunshine and delicious food.

When she came into the kitchen, she was surprised to find that she was quietly wearing an apron and frying a steak

"Oh, the sun rises in the west?"

She gave a sneer.

Silent turned to see her one eye, "you always have to see my merit!"

"Oh, sorry, my eyesight is not very good! A little blind

"Go wash your face and comb your hair for breakfast. I hate this slovenly woman

He looked at her in disgust.

It's the same at home. His hair is in a mess. He doesn't wash his face or brush his teeth in the morning. He just swings around with his arms.

Anyway, the family are used to it, and silence seems to hate her.

He's got a serious cleanliness problem and obsessive-compulsive disorder.

She's always throwing things around, and he's always used to helping her sort them out.

Sure enough, after entering the bathroom, the underwear, underwear and towel pants she threw away last night.

He picked them up.

Even the cleansing cream and cream were well kept and placed neatly on the small cosmetic cabinet.

She shook her head, picked up the toothpaste and squeezed it out on the toothbrush

Half an hour later, she just finished cleaning and lazily walked into the restaurant.

He had taken off his apron, put on a clean white shirt, and combed his hair meticulously.

The steaks have been fried and smell delicious. Two plates are placed on both sides of the table.

He was pouring red wine. He poured two glasses, one for her, and then the other in front of him.

Geoffrey took a sip from one of the glasses in front of him, then took another in front of him, took a sip, and then looked at him with a mischievous smile.

Sure enough, his face darkened.

Then she poured out the cup she had drunk and replaced it with a new one.

"Silence, you are not so particular about it. Really... I brush my teeth with your toothbrush every day."

She said with deliberate exaggeration.

Sure enough, his eyes were even more angry.

"Can you be normal? Who allows you to brush my toothbrush? "

"If you dislike me so much, don't touch me!"

She gave him a white look, picked up the fork and poked at the steak.

This man, who never kisses her lips, seems to dislike... But she dislikes him as well.

She thought it was a strange combination to live with him.