Chapter 216： Small counsel

Chapter 216 Little Counsel

Joe akimbo his hips, his face is as heroic as a strong man is about to die.

He Yunting: "……"

The room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing was noisy. He Yunting stared at her without saying a word.

One second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes... Joe is a bit untenable.

Just now, the sequelae of the adrenaline rush appeared, and her legs were a little weak.

"Done?" He Yunting suddenly said.

"Ah? Uh, uh...say...that's over." Joe looked like a schoolboy who had done something wrong and was about to be punished by his parents. His voice was similar to that of a mosquito. He lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him.

He Yunting is one and a half heads taller than Joe's. Now, as soon as Joe lowers his head, he is even shorter. Condescendingly, He Yunting can only see the whirling in the middle of her head. He squinted his eyes and faintly retracted his gaze. , Stepped past Qiao Yi and walked towards the restaurant.

Until he sat back in the chair, Qiao Yi still kept the appearance he had just bowed his head and admitted his mistake, standing by the pool without moving.

She waited for a long time, but He Yunting didn't mean to talk to her again, as if she didn't exist.

Big Boss What does this mean?

Neither scolded her nor beat her, and now ignores her, this, this...this is not in line with the style of Big Boss.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

Joe panicked in his heart, and the bathrobe was almost torn by her. From time to time, he looked up and took a peek to see what the big Boss was doing and whether he was thinking about how to clean up her.

As a result, Big Boss didn't do anything. He just sat there, lonely, and the coercion that belonged to the superiors all over his body seemed to be gone. The broad and straight back actually made Joe feel a sense of grievance.

?

Fuck it! Why does she feel like a big boss is sulking?

Is it hard to say, is she speaking too hard just now?

I want to go and coax, what should I do?

Joe bit his lip, boldly, rubbing against Big Boss.

Behind him, the sound of Xisuo Suo got closer and closer, until a pair of pure white slippers broke into He Yunting's sight.

Qiao leaned over, picked one of the most beautiful French desserts, and placed it in front of He Yunting.

"Big boss, you eat."

He Yunting's gaze swept across the dessert lightly, ignoring her.

Qiao Yi: "..."

She took the teapot and poured another cup of tea for He Yunting.

"Big Boss, you drink."

He Yunting simply closed his eyes.

Qiao Yi: "..."

Obviously he did something wrong, and now she murmured to coax him, and he was still shaking his face.

There are still laws and laws in this world!

Qiao was so angry that he closed his eyes with He Yunting, grinned in front of him, opened his teeth and claws, making a gesture to strangle him.

The man opened his eyes without warning, and the two of them looked at each other, frightened Qiao one by one, and instantly retracted his movements, his face changed in seconds, his fingertips pinched a little of his sleeves, and his voice softly acted coquettishly with him.

"Oh, don’t be angry, Big Boss. I was too serious just now, but it was you who scared me. Are we even equal?

If you want to be really angry, just scold me for a meal. It's really not good. You can hit me once. But, you, you do it lightly, I'm afraid of pain. Ok? "

Qiao's mouth was open, as if it were true.

He Yunting almost laughed angrily by her, and he just gritted his teeth to endure.

He has no choice but to pinch his eyebrows, count his mistakes, and do bad things with good intentions, which makes him inhumane inside and outside.

"In your heart, I am bullying the weak? Bullying the weak? Doing evil?"

Joe pursed his lips.

He Yunting looked at her eyes with a serious thought, his eyes were so gentle, that made her heart beat so hard, he blurted out.

"No, I was angry."

"What about my money, is it bad money?"

Qiao made a fist, "It's an irony, I don't know how sweet it is."

"I said your cooking is not good?"

Qiao cried, "No, you are supervising + urging me to improve my cooking skills."

"After that, will you still do it?"

"Do, do, I do, I will do whatever you want to eat."

He Yunting was satisfied, and pulled the chair aside.

"sit."

Qiao Yi: "..."

...Ohhh, baby, I'm too south...

(End of this chapter)