Chapter 83

Yun Lei's heavy body of nearly 150 or 60 kilograms was knocked several times by her.

He was more angry and attacked his heart. He fixed his lower body and jumped up with a ferocious face, and then slapped Qingyao again.

"What are you doing? It doesn't matter if you lose face. You have to make a fool of yourself in front of outsiders?" Yun Xianrong was furious. "Yun Qingyao, is it right for your children to do something to your father? And you, Yun Lei, father is not like father, adults are not like adults, and children are all married. When can you let me save snacks?"

The scene of father and daughter fighting openly and secretly was finally brought under control.

Yun Xianrong was held by Yun Ziqin, frowning and suffering from a splitting headache: "my son is not like a son, and my granddaughter is not like a granddaughter! Yun Qingyao, go back to my study and continue to kneel and think about it against the wall! Yun Lei, go back to your own house, you loser. Once I see you, I'll lose my life for a few years!"

Yunxianrong lost his temper and the scene was silent.

A moment later, a large group of people followed Yun Xianrong to the hall.

Yunlei also cherished his position in the company. He stared at Qingyao and walked away with Chen Jianhua.

Qingyao is full of injuries. She is extremely hungry and tired. She doesn't want to continue to meet her parents. She returns to her study and kneels on the ground

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Autumn has come, and a golden moon shines thousands of miles at the end of the wooden lattice window.

The night is as deep as water.

Qingyao's study is surrounded by the occasional sound of night birds.

No cell phone, no cell phone, no clock in the study according to the meaning of Yun Xianrong, I don't know the specific time.

It's not that he can't run out by himself. Qingyao stays here and still wants to wait for a result.

If Yun Xianrong makes up her mind not to become an artist, even if she runs away this time, she will look for it again and again. Moreover, according to the temperament of Yun Xianrong's strong women in the mall, she will try to use her communication circle to set obstacles for her own granddaughter.

If Qingyao herself, she won't be afraid, but she is a group now. She doesn't want to bully her team for nothing because of her family.

Kneel for three days and nights, and she will kneel to yunxianrong's consent!

Three years ago, she was able to take over the position of heir. Three years later, she Yun Qingyao can definitely insist on seeking a future for herself!

The blood on the forehead has dried up, and the injury should not be severe. It doesn't hurt much now. Anyway, she is not very sensitive to pain.

The knee is numb again.

Just a few lashes from the front belt were still burning. It was much more serious than this three years ago. She didn't care about these lashes.

With her head tilted, she coagulated the Chinese moon outside the wooden lattice window for a long time.

She seemed to see the Chang'e fairy in the Moon Palace, holding the jade rabbit, sitting alone in the Guanghan palace.

Chang'e's story was heard by Mi Rui when she was a child, and Mi Rui heard it from her mother. Now the storytellers are missing, but the story is still in my ears.

Then, Qingyao felt that both he and Mirui were miserable.

The wooden lattice window was suddenly opened slowly. In the bright and white moonlight, a tall and majestic figure appeared in the rectangular window like a framed exquisite male model.

Qingyao was so excited that he could still clearly see Lu Shaoqiu standing tall and straight under the moonlight outside the window.

Sleeping trough, this illusion is too real!

The navy blue shirt as like as two peas.

In response, Lu Shaoqiu's illusion was that she couldn't hit eight poles. Qingyao was frightened. She shook her head violently and wanted to disperse the illusion in front of her.

However, she shook her neck and got drunk. Lu Shaoqiu was so tall and straight that she stood there.

And the man in the phantom actually supported the windowsill with one hand and jumped vigorously, so he got on the windowsill.

Then he jumped again and the man came in.

Shit, it's so handsome!

Qingyao was surprised to find that he was infatuated with this man again and couldn't calm down.

Raise your hand and hit yourself on the head with great force.

Ma, you can have any illusion. How can you imagine Lu Shaoqiu's gentle scum? Is she crazy? Or was my brain fooled by the inkstone today?

"Fool." the man laughed softly.

When his slender hand rubbed his short hair heavily, Qingyao was really stupid.

Sleeping trough, is this really real?

But how on earth did this real person appear here?

"Why did you come to my house?" Qingyao said, trying to bite off his tongue.

Did he appear so rebellious against her?

It's like temodo wants to see him. It's worthless!

"How did you appear in my house for the first time? Now I draw gourds as usual, but this is really your house?" Lu Shaoqiu rubbed her hair, her fingers stayed on her wound, and the sword eyebrows twisted slowly and coldly.

At the moment, I really hate myself to the extreme. Looking at this wound, it should be that she was injured soon. If he cancelled his work trip in Hong Kong and rushed back, would she be hurt?

The family surnamed Yun really has enough bear heart and leopard courage. His wife Lu Shaoqiu can bully all Penang except himself. If anyone touches her hair, he will double his repayment and let her see blood. He will let these people pay the same price of blood!

One day today, Qingyuan was tossed all over cold.

His fingertips were like a small stove, and the place he crossed was full of warmth.

Qingyao was a little greedy for a moment.

Blinking a pair of big black and white eyes, flickering.

Not like a big woman, but like a big girl.

Lu Shaoqiu's eyebrows and eyes became gentle: "who made it?"

Qing Yao reacted. He asked about the wound on her forehead. He raised his hand and wanted to touch it. He accidentally touched his finger.

Suddenly, he bounced away like an electric shock, and his face didn't open. He replied quite uneasily, "my family is not careful."

The fingers Lu Shaoqiu touched with her still lingered next to her injury and moved shallowly: "there are many cloud families. Tell me, which family is it?"

Qingyao was so disturbed by his strange warmth that he jumped in his mind and was ashamed all over. He simply clapped his hand away and forced himself to be calm: "the family is the family. You don't know it, and it has nothing to do with you. By the way, what did you sneak into my house? You came over the wall?"

He said he learned from her by drawing gourds. The first time she went to his beautiful villa Huating was to climb over the wall. The courtyard wall of the cloud family was not low. It seemed that this guy was really higher than her.

"Don't ask me questions, answer me, which family?"

"You don't care which family of mine has a relationship with you? Ah, lying in the trough, numb again!" Qingyao said, preparing to stand up, but he had to kneel back because of knee numbness.

Lu Shaoqiu Jun's face was wrinkled. He quickly stretched out his hand and helped her up: "are you conscious?"

Qingyao blushed with shame because of his almost holding action. He wanted to push him away. His legs were really useless. He had to bite his lips and hang them on his strong arm: "it's so numb. Help people to the end. Help me to the sofa. Thank you."

Lu Shaoqiu glanced at her and snorted coldly. One arm passed through her armpit and the other arm fell down, violently beating her horizontally and holding her up.

Qingyao is such a big man that he holds him as easily as a child.

Qingyao was speechless and stared at him.

It was only a few steps away, but Lu Shaoqiu walked slowly outside the score.

Qingyao has a shame of living like a year.

The light wood fragrance on his body, the extreme temptation of male hormones, and the strong and powerful cardiac muscles of men across thin clothes all stimulate every inch of Qingyao's breathing.

She hung her head down and calmed herself in her heart: man! Man! It's buddy friendship! So no matter how intimate the posture is, it doesn't matter!

Like after a light year, he finally reached the edge of the sofa. Qingyao quickly rolled down and fell straight into the sofa from mid air.

Just turned over to sit up and immediately retracted into the sofa.

Lu Shaoqiu's dark blue shirt collar button was open, his arms extended, bent down and looked down at her: "if you don't say, someone will take the initiative to explain."

In his posture, the dark blue shirt collar button is open. Looking from the corner of Qingyao, I just see his beautiful and exquisite clavicle and chest muscles inside, which are unspeakably sexy and attractive.

Qingyao subconsciously swallowed his saliva, hard to look away, hard to speak coldly: "don't meddle in my aunt's own business!"

Lu Shaoqiu didn't listen to a word of her words. Her eyes were nailed to a nail like sharp wound in the corner of her forehead. She looked gloomy and cold.

Qingyao super is not used to staying in his cool atmosphere. She quickly wakes up what he should pay most attention to: "what do you want to do when you enter the cloud home?"

Lu Shaoqiu raised her hand again and stroked her wound.

"Ask you something!" after saying that, I felt that the tone sounded like a kind of coquetry.

Sleeping trough, coquettish! How could she be coquettish! Grandma Sartre's charming!

Lu Shaoqiu's eyes were deeper and his hand movements were softer: "naturally, something happened. Unfortunately, he was late."

"What's the matter?" Qingyao deliberately relaxed the atmosphere and deliberately ignored the atmosphere derived from his strange tenderness. "Maybe I can help."

"You can't help me with this, and I dare not let you help me."

In just one day, there was such a big corner on his head. When he saw her forehead wound at the first sight, he decided to carry out the plan in his mind, and then let her help. According to her, she was so worthless and unpromising. It was possible to catch up with her life at the sight of her relatives!

It's too expensive for him to let her help!

Qingyao was so confused by his words that he simply didn't follow him: "in that case, you'd better go quickly. Anyway, it's too late to do anything. Stay here and let the cloud family know that you are Lu Shaoqiu and sneak into their house to do business. Then your mysterious identity will make headlines tomorrow!"

"OK, let's go."

Qingyao shook his head into a rattle: "no! I haven't finished my aunt's work yet. I have to continue to consume it."

"Because old lady Yun doesn't agree with you about entering the entertainment industry?"