Chapter 120

Looking at the man who seemed to fall from the sky, Qingyao inexplicably had a violent palpitation.

That day, it seemed that he didn't want to see her indecisive look all his life. Why did he take the initiative to come to the door today?

In fact, Mirui said he wanted to wash his white, but Qingyao didn't believe it.

He was afraid that if he hated her and avoided her before it was too late, how could he help her, and now he even ran to the place where she lived. If he hadn't really stood in front of him now, she wouldn't believe it.

Seeing Gu Jingcheng's windbreaker and suit thrown on the sofa, Lu Shaoqiu looked at it for a few seconds, walked to the table and recalled one lip corner: "so rich? I'm just hungry, can I come together?"

Gu Jingcheng also hung up a provocative smile: "thanks to Mr. Lu, of course."

Lu Shaoqiu looked at Qingyao: "Yao'er, what about you?"

The sound of Yao'er made Qing Yao's scalp numb.

She looked at him dryly. The man was handsome and had a charming smile. She couldn't see what he was up to.

He took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair. His white shirt was crisp and cold.

"If you don't mind, come and sit down." he spoke again, facing Qingyao.

Qingyao has a headache and regrets that he came in from Gu Jingcheng. He should kick him out.

If Lu Shaoqiu comes again, she can draw the gourd as it is.

But now Gu Jingcheng came in, cooked food at her house and prepared dinner with her at the same table.

Then, Lu Shaoqiu followed in.

I can't kick anyone out.

Can't stay, but Gu Jingcheng kicked Lu Shaoqiu, not to mention, she couldn't kick him.

Harden your head and clear Yao back to his position.

Gu Jingcheng went to the kitchen as if he were at home and prepared a set of tableware for Lu Shaoqiu.

When he came out of the kitchen, he found that Lu Shaoqiu was already sitting in his position.

He only paused for a second, bypassed them, walked to Qingyao's left, pulled out his chair and sat down.

Being sandwiched between them, Qingyao is on pins and needles.

"I haven't done it for a long time. My hands are raw. Mr. Lu is used to eating delicacies. I'm afraid it doesn't suit your taste." Gu Jingcheng was proud in his speech.

"Mr. Gu is modest. Apart from those famous chefs, it's hard to find a man who can make such a table of delicacies like Mr. Gu with lanterns." Lu Shaoqiu gracefully picked up the beer, took a sip and smiled with praise and criticism.

Gu Jingcheng took up his beer and politely raised a glass to President Lu: "President Lu is right. After all, most men in the world are ambitious. There are really not many men like me who have no ambition and just want to talk to their beloved woman."

"Really? I just don't know who is the beloved woman mentioned by President Gu? Is it Xiao Wei, who is hyped by the media, or an ex girlfriend who first entrapped and then clarified?"

Gu Jingcheng's face turned a little white, but he still smiled and asked, "Mr. Lu thinks it's just a simple coincidence to eat the food I cooked at Yao'er's house?"

The two people came and went, and the gun was easy to shoot. At the beginning, Qingyao didn't hear what the inner meaning was. Until Gu Jingcheng asked at the moment, she understood. She quickly butted the beer cup in her hand on the table with a cold voice: "if you are hungry, please eat. If you are not hungry, please leave!"

"Don't be angry, I won't say it." Gu Jingcheng immediately put away his tit for tat attitude and turned to Qingyao's soft voice.

Lu Shaoqiu snorted coldly and held up his chopsticks. The closest thing to him was stewed chicken feet and fried vegetables. He didn't clip them. His hands were long. He directly crossed the two dishes, picked up the salted shrimp in the middle and put it back into his bowl.

Qingyao immediately thought of his seafood allergy. He subconsciously stretched out his chopsticks and took them from his bowl to his own bowl. He said angrily, "aren't you allergic to seafood? Why don't you have a long memory?"

Gu Jingcheng, who was drinking and eating vegetables, was stifled.

He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Qingyao, but he came into contact with the dark eyes with a faint smile.

Lu Shaoqiu pretended to understate: "forget."

Qing Yao was more angry: "are you addicted to the hospital? Let me catch you eating seafood next time -"

Looking at the complacent smile aroused by the thin corners of the man's lips, Qingyao quickly closed his voice.

What is she talking about?!!

It's not Lu Shaoqiu who wants to go to the hospital now, but she's brain pumped, brain crippled and brain flooded, isn't she? In front of outsiders, he scolded Lu Shaoqiu like his family that he shouldn't eat this or that. It's not so much scolding as naked concern!!

Shit! How could she be so stupid.

However, if she doesn't stop it, she can't watch this guy go to the hospital for rescue! Ma's! feel stifled!

Lu Shaoqiu did not intend to let her go and asked gently, "what do you want to catch Yao'er again?"

Qingyao wood.

Lu Shaoqiu suddenly leaned close to her ear, took her shoulder in one hand and whispered, "I'll punish you... I'll kill everyone?"

"Lu Shaoqiu, you don't want a face!" Qingyao's face turned red.

After roaring this sentence, his face was even more empty.

I really want to find an underground hole and bury it alive.

Gu Jingcheng silently put down his chopsticks, picked up his beer and drank it himself. His face was very ugly.

Lu Shaoqiu tightens Qingyuan, rubs her slender finger on her cheek, and looks lazily at Gu Jingcheng:

"Mr. Gu, please come and prepare dinner for us. I know you're ashamed of Yao'er, so you come to ask for forgiveness. I've suffered for Yao'er! Well, Yao'er and I have some lovers to do now. Yao'er is shy and doesn't like outsiders to be present. After all, she hasn't reached the realm of Xiao Wei. Spring palace, we still have to close the door and enjoy it by ourselves It's fun. Thank you so much for your hard work today. "

Qingyao Mao is full of strength and keeps pulling Lu Shaoqiu's arm to get rid of him. However, she competes with him. She just overestimates her strength and asks for hardship. Ya just doesn't move Wen Si.

Gu Jingcheng couldn't see the secret fight between them. In addition, the scene that Qingyao was concerned about Lu Shaoqiu's inability to eat seafood just now had deeply hurt him.

He no longer had any fighting energy or mood. He stood up and was a little dejected: "no thanks, don't disturb you."

He took away his clothes and walked away as if he had run away.

"You let go of me!" Qingyuan said angrily.

Lu Shaoqiu didn't let go, but he still pinched her small lower palate with his other hand. For a moment, Sen was so cold: "both of them have been living a small life, Yun Qingyao. Have you been approved by my lord?"

"Who has lived with him? You guessed right when you said he was ashamed and came to apologize. Now why do you distort your meaning when people leave?"

"There are many ways to plead guilty. Which is more practical than cooking?" Lu Shaoqiu said coldly. "Honestly, what else did you do before I came?"

His jaw hurts when he pinches it.

"Nothing, nothing, really! He cooks and I watch TV -" it seems even more inappropriate to say, "well, I drove him away and he had to cook... Forget it. Anyway, you see, he didn't do anything else."

Her anger turned into helplessness. She sighed: "Lu Shaoqiu - President Lu, you are too narrow-minded. A woman can't stand it. People say that women will eat flying vinegar for no reason. How can you be a big man?"

The lower palate suddenly loosened.

Qingyao was surprised. Did he let go when he was jealous?

I see.

Ma, it's good to tell her earlier, so that she can't eat delicious food because of her jaw pain.

She rubbed her chin and looked at the man next to her.

But Lu Shaoqiu's cold face was terrible.

She jerked the chair away.

You can't drag it.

The man's big hand held a corner of the chair, and his ink eyes were gloomy: "you said he was eating your vinegar?"

Qingyao turns a white eye in his heart. Is it unknown?

Not only this time, she was embarrassed to count the previous examples for him. In fact, to say that Lu Shaoqiu was jealous was a loss of foundation and face.

"Do you always think I'm jealous?" he raised his voice slightly.

Qingyao's heart starts to jump again. Can this guy stop and scare her?

Don't you just hit him?

Don't bring such a bully.

He stared at her in disbelief, touched her quietly and looked at his face.

Suddenly, suddenly, I found that Lu Zong was a little... Cute.

He said angrily, "answer the question!"

Qingyao suddenly faces his face. As soon as his eyes are closed, his lips are pressed on the thin lips that are shouting loudly.

The hot temperature spread between the lips and teeth. Qingyao unconsciously stretched out the tip of his tongue to describe his lip line. Her fingers slipped between his black hair and buckled his head to herself from the back. She gently bit his closed lips with Bei / teeth.

Lu Shaoqiu's dark eyes were so deep that he seemed to wring out ink drops. He let her kiss himself without pushing her away.

Just like he kissed her a few times before.

The thick and panting breath lingered around them, and she freely kissed along the arc of his jaw.

When her lips were attached to the Adam's apple, he suddenly gripped her, moved his throat, lowered his head and pressed her purplish red lips. It was like a bite between wild animals. His tiger's mouth clamped her chin and forced her to raise her head to bear his wild plunder.

Qingyao's head was blank. He didn't find out how he sat on a man's powerful long legs with his legs crossed.

He took off her black thin cotton coat, put his big hand behind her sweater and quickly untied the buckle of her inner clothes.

Then, one hand held her jade sliding back, and the other hand moved to the front

The strange and strong sense of electric shock makes Qingyao sing loudly.

A physical instinct made her stick to him tightly, and a close kiss fell on his low face. His slightly frowned eyebrows and high bridge of nose were finally sealed by his lips.

The soft tongue sweeps wantonly in his cavity, just like a grain of fire, which ignites a raging fire in an instant.

Like other familiar men and women in the city, they ask for the warmth they desire from each other in the dead of night to fill the emptiness of their hearts.

Qingyao felt more and more dissatisfied. Her hands slid in from the hem of his white shirt and stroked his hot and strong chest.