Chapter 211： The cook ran away, I'll chase

Chapter 211 The cook ran away, I'll chase

As soon as Joe finished the shower, he wiped it dry, and stayed for a while with his wet chest, before finally deciding not to wear it.

"The chest is as small as the lid of a teapot. If I don't wear it for a while, it shouldn't matter, right?"

Blowing his hair half-dry, Qiao Da Lai opened the bathroom door, and his outstretched hand stopped in the air.

Where did the clothes she put on the cabinet at the door?

"Sister Xiaoxiao, where's my clothes?"

responded to her with a warm air, and the room was so quiet that there was no sound.

"Sister Xiaoxiao?"

Joe yelled.

No one responded.

She waited for a while, then came out of the bathroom suspiciously, and walked towards the living room.

"Are you there, Sister Xiaoxiao?"

How do you feel that there is no one in the room, has Sister Xiaoxiao gone?

Suddenly——

A tall figure in front of the window shocked Qiao.

! ! !

Why is He Yunting here?

The man’s long back is hidden in the darkness, and his right **** is skillfully holding a cigarette, a faint smoke hovering around his face, and the fog covers his face, making it hard to see his expression at this time.

Turning his head, he found that Joe stood behind him, his whole body wrapped in a pure white bathrobe, his hair was still wet, and his expression was ignorant and cute.

The two looked at each other for two seconds, and He Yunting was the first to break the silence.

"What? Still angry?"

Qiao pursed his lips and said nothing.

He Yunting pinched the cigarette in his hand, walked in her direction, and stopped at a place one or five steps away from Joe.

"Come here." He waved at her.

Joe didn't want to go there.

"Mr. He, why are you in the Xiaoxiao sister's room."

"The cook ran away at home, I will chase him." He Yunting said so that his face was not red and his heart beat, as if it was a dog who was pushing people last night.

Qiao gave him a blank look. What kind of work is this kind of work, it's not tall at all, she wouldn't admit it.

"Don't want to come over yet?"

will not go there!

"My clothes." Qiao Yi Tsundere, she is also the person who is next to the rich woman.

"I'll give it to you when you come."

"You give it to me first, and I will go over."

He Yunting looked at her without speaking.

The look in his eyes was a little bit inexplicable inexplicably.

Joe a second!

He Gouzi is considered good, knowing she is counseling, deliberately scared her with his eyes. By the way, she really eats this set, mother's!

Irritable!

Joe, you want to rise up!

The past is over, if you can still eat, I won’t make it!

Qiao walked slowly in the direction of He Yunting.

The closer you get, the more obvious the smell of tobacco on He Yunting's body.

She almost instinctively covered her nose.

"What are you doing, did you drop the tobacco?"

He Yunting lowered his head and sniffed, "Sorry, I won't smoke anymore."

Qiao Yi: "..."

It’s a bit inexplicable, He Gouzi is weird today, why is he so easy to talk?

She took her hand off her nose and said, "I didn't let you smoke, smoke less, like a big chimney."

"Okay, listen to you."

Qiao frowned and thought, I asked you to give me Heshi, can you listen to me?

At this moment, He Yunting suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched her chin, and forced her to raise the left half of her face.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Qiao was uncomfortable and scratched on the back of He Gouzi's hand.

"do not move."

There is a 3 cm long scratch on the skin where Qiao Ba’s neck connects.

He Yunting's slightly callused fingertips, gently swept the wound, "How did you do it?"

Qiao Yi didn't know whether it was painful or itchy, and he trembled.

When the champagne tower fell down, the glass was drawn. Fortunately, Joe dodged fast, not deep, and it was just a small crack.

"It's nothing, minor injuries, just take care of it." She didn't want to talk about the embarrassment just now.

He Yunting stared at the wound, his eyebrows deepened, "Go, follow me to my room."

Come here, come here, come here~

(End of this chapter)