Chapter 233： Marionette

Chapter 233 The puppet with no emotions

Qiao had milk on one end, Pidian Pidian followed He Yunting behind, thinking he was going to take her.

As a result, he turned a corner after leaving the room and entered his bedroom.

"Sit anywhere."

He Yunting went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer.

Joe stood at the door with milk on one end, with a dumb face, not knowing which way to go.

She didn’t dare to sit casually, especially in the middle of the bedroom. The bed was very existential, extra-large, extra-wide, with two pillows, and a four-piece set of dark black gold.

I don’t know what happened in this bed.

He Yunting came out with a hair dryer, and saw that she was still standing stupidly, pointing to the side of the bed, "Come here."

The two characters are gentle enough to drip water.

Qiao Yi: "..."

...Lonely man, you are not so good.

"Well, let me blow it. I'll just go to the bathroom to blow it."

He Yunting glanced at her lightly, turned his head, and inserted the plug into the socket on the bedside table.

Qiao Yi: "..."

Okay, you are a big brother, I will listen to you.

Reluctant to sit down on the edge of the bed, the mattress is very soft, once sitting down, a piece of PG will be recessed underneath, and I don’t know what brand of the big boss’s mattress is.

He Yunting turned on the hair dryer and helped her blow her hair.

He turned the gear to the minimum, it was a breeze, not hot at all.

But this also means that the hair won’t dry for a while.

He Yunting's breath was all around him, almost swallowing her.

The faint woody scent is mixed with the tobacco scent, which has a special taste, not rushing, but directly hitting the soul.

The hair dryer hummed and couldn't cover her increasingly fierce heartbeat.

Qiaoyi's whole body is tight, and in the eye, is the belt buckle of the big boss.

Silver brushed logo, not too big or small, just on his stomach.

It looks flat, there is no trace of fat, and I don’t know if there are 8 pack abs under the clothes.

Ah, yes, no more, no less, just 8 yuan.

Qiao suddenly remembered that she had taken off the clothes of the big boss.

Not only does she know that the big boss has 8 abdominal muscles, she also knows...

eyes involuntarily look down...

Black bullet library.

Qiao swallowed heavily. PG was a bit numb, and he didn’t know what happened in this bed, the past that can’t be said.

"Brother, the things you asked me to check have eyebrows..."

He Yuncheng just received a call from his hand, came to report to his brother as soon as possible, and opened the door...

! ! ?

What's happening here?

Looking at the past from his perspective...

"What are you doing?" He blurted out.

! ! ?

He Yunting turned off the hair dryer and turned around.

"Second young master, hello duck, brother, he will help me blow my hair." Qiao Yi's expression is stiff, like a puppet with no emotions.

Blowing hair? His brother didn't blow his hair to his son Xiaoyu like this, and did he blow his hair to Joe?

This is the younger brother. He cut off his head and sits on a stool!

He Yunting touched Qiao Yi’s hair,

"I haven't done it yet, I will go over and come back soon."

Qiao smiled and watched the two brothers leave until the door slammed shut.

She jumped up from the bed with a rub, turned on the blower to the maximum, blowing wildly.

Then he picked up the leftover cup and rushed out of He Yunting's bedroom at the speed of light.

……

"Brother, I found the IP that posted Weibo. They are all bearer space cards. The other party is very cautious."

"Where is Wang Kun?"

"The **** group recruited everything before they hit it, and the time was too late. When he posted on Weibo, he was being beaten. He didn't do what happened today."

He Yunting thought for a while, and said to Song Bai on the side, "From tomorrow, you will follow Qiao Yi."

"Boss me..."

"Want to disobey?"

He Yuncheng hurriedly pulled Song Bai, "No, no, it was too sudden, Xiao Bai was a little confused."

Hurrying back to the bedroom, he pushed the door, and only the lone hair dryer at the head of the bed greeted him.

Joe has long been gone...

(End of this chapter)