Chapter 213： I'm so tired of my face

Chapter 213

He Yunting turned his head to look at her. The little liar’s eyes were black and shiny, and he seemed to be talking to him. In fact, there was his shadow in those little eyes, which were full of desserts.

I obviously want to eat, but I have to pretend that I don’t like it very much, but you like it. He Yunting licked his upper jaw, and he thought that such a little liar was a little cute.

He passed Qiao Yi, went straight to sit down at the table, raised his chin and asked, "Want to eat?"

"Huh?" Joe was taken aback for a moment. He knew how to be like a little hamster waiting to be fed, and asked excitedly, "Can I?"

Of course I want to eat it. A table of delicacies, coupled with a peerless man, is nothing more than an emperor.

He Yunting raised his eyebrows and glanced at the seat beside him.

"Thank you, boss!"

As soon as Joe found a cabinet, he quickly threw down 300,000, and ran towards the dining table.

The sound of slippers on the floor is very pleasing!

He Yunting faintly glanced at the clothes lying alone on the cabinet, with a look of contempt.

"Big boss, can I eat all of these?"

Qiao unceremoniously picked up the knife and fork, with big eyes like a laser gun, swept back and forth on the table to screen the first target.

"Can."

After He Yunting gave a faint approval, Qiao stretched out the guilty knife and fork in his hand to the invincible strawberry cake in the middle of the dining table.

She loves strawberries most.

"Ohhhhh...how it is so delicious!" Qiao exclaimed, it was a hundred times more delicious than what he had eaten at the venue just now.

Qiao stunned his head and ate wildly. He didn't notice at all. He Yunting, who was sitting next to her, showed a faint smile.

The phone rang twice on the table, and He Yunting picked it up to see that it was his younger brother.

[I don’t care if you have money or not, anyway, you don’t have money as I am: Brother, does Joe Yi like to eat? 】

【He: Yes. 】

[I don’t care if you have money or not, anyway, you don’t have money with me: which one does he like the most? 】

【He: Strawberry. 】

【I don’t care if you have money or not, anyway you don’t have money for me: give yourself a thumbs up. jpg Let me just say, Joe will never refuse the temptation of strawberry cake if he likes fruit cake.

Brother, you see how good I am. Fortunately, our hotel has strawberries imported from country R. The taste is incomparable with domestic ones. It is sweet and delicious. I absolutely love it. Brother, how do you think I am doing this? Why don't you praise me? 】

【He: Call Song Bai back. 】

[I don’t care if you have money or not, anyway, you don’t have money as I am: Brother, why are you doing this, why did you ask that wood to come back for?

How come you don’t praise me, it was the idea I helped you out. Now that Joe has coaxed back, you don’t recognize me as a younger brother? Brother, I protest, you have Qiao Yi, don’t want your brother. 】

He Yuncheng sat outside the door of his brother's room, with his ears close to the door, while holding the phone, he clicked hard, edited a long list, and then clicked to send.

In an instant, the other party popped up a dialog box:

【The other party has turned on friend authentication, and you are not his (her) friend yet, please send a friend request first. 】

He Yuncheng: "……"

"Big boss, how come I have been eating, you have to eat too." As soon as Joe finished eating a piece of strawberry cake, he remembered that He Yunting was still sitting on the side.

This person did not speak, and almost forgot that there was still a living person in the house.

Qiao Yi was a little embarrassed, and got up to help He Yunting also hold a piece.

"Big boss, it's delicious, you can eat it too."

She handed the fork to He Yunting.

He Yunting took it, but did not eat. Instead, he took a tissue and wiped the corners of Joe's mouth.

"Is it so delicious? It's so bad that my face is so delicious."

Mom, I can’t be sweet, are you sweet?

(End of this chapter)