Chapter 192： Don't blame her

Chapter 192 Don't Blame Her

"Brother Yunting, you look good to me, but I know that you don't like me, or even hate me." Joe couldn't hold it anymore, so he decided to act first and speak first.

"I, I'd better call you Mr. He, these days, I am the one who overstepped." Qiao Yi tried to substitute himself into the personality of a **** little daughter-in-law, wrinkled his face, and grabbed the corners of his clothes with both hands. , Knead and knead nervously.

If only two tears could flow out now, it should be the scene. It was a pity that she saw He Yunting's frozen face that was not repaying his life, and she ran away from home with tears and couldn't cry.

"I, I know, you are willing to take me back to the villa, not because I sprained my waist, but..." At this point, Joe paused and looked into He Yunting's eyes.

"You actually...never believe me, do you?"

He Yunting's eyelashes flickered slightly, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and his emotions were unclear.

" Mr. He, the fate of one side many days ago, I do have a good impression of you beyond the average person.

But, I saved the little dolphin, really without any purpose. At the time, I didn’t know that the little dolphin’s father was you. In other words, that day, no matter who it was, I would save it.

So, I didn’t want to use this thing to get close to you, and you don’t need to be hot and cold temptation to me. My family background, my background, as long as you want to check, it’s a simple matter.

I, I admit that my mentality has changed greatly in the past two days after living in the villa.

Once, you were in my heart, like a god, high above. Although I hope, I never expect you to appear in my life.

Now, you walked down from the altar and walked to my side. I...I...I was so happy that I was so overwhelmed that I did a lot of bad things. I'm bored of you.

I apologize.

sorry.

Don’t worry, I will never do anything you hate.

will no longer be so close to you, will not cause trouble, and will no longer cook for you.

I will be obedient and will no longer annoy you.

This bowl of noodles, if you want to look at it, pour it out.

He, thank you for being tolerant to me all the time, don’t bother you, I’ll go out first. "

Qiao, like an endorsement, finished speaking in one breath, and quickly left the study without waiting for He Yunting's vocal consent.

The study door opened and closed again, and the influx of cold wind softened the strong heat in the room.

He Yunting's eyes flickered, and he looked at the direction of Qiao Yi's departure, and was silent.

It took about 2 minutes before he looked again at the steaming bowl of noodles in front of him.

The pork ribs with red sauce, floating in the red soup smoothly, and emerald green onions dotted with it, looks very attractive to the taste buds.

It’s just the taste, which is really choking.

Qiao said that she had tasted this side and it was delicious.

Qiao said, let him challenge himself, eat two more bites, maybe he will fall in love with chili.

Qiaoyi also said that cooking is an annoying thing for him, and she will not do it anymore and let him pour the noodles.

When did he say that cooking is annoying to him?

He Yunting frowned and pondered for three seconds. The ghostly man put his chopsticks into the noodles, picked up a bunch of oily and spicy noodles, and then-did mental construction for 3 seconds, bowed his head and tasted...

! ! !

He almost sprinted downstairs at a speed of 100 meters.

Uncle Jiang was cleaning up in the kitchen, and was shocked by his movement.

He Yunting went straight to the refrigerator, drew out a bottle of mineral water and poured it violently, and a bottle of 500ml of mineral water. He saw the bottom in the blink of an eye.

"Master, what's wrong with you, do you want to call a doctor."

He Yunting felt that his whole person was about to burn. Starting from the position of the stomach, he burned his throat and lips all the way.

He stopped for less than 5 seconds, then drew out a bottle again, and poured it with his head up. The mineral water poured down and wet his clothes, until he drank the fourth bottle, he only slowed down a little.

Seeing his embarrassed appearance all over the water, He Yunting was helpless.

Isn’t this called self-inflicted crime and can’t live?

"Where is she?" He asked Uncle Jiang.

Uncle Jiang looked worried, "Master, are you really okay? Would you like me to call Dr. Zhao and let him come to see you."

"It's okay, just ate chili."

Uncle Jiang was surprised, "Don’t you can’t eat hot peppers? How could it... It’s Master Qiao, did she make spicy food for you?"

He Yunting shook his head, "Don’t blame her, she doesn’t know."

When I changed the text, I realized that today is Valentine’s Day. Do you have any blue friends? The author doesn’t, silently hug yourself...

(End of this chapter)