Chapter 211 The Cook at Home Ran Away, I'll Come After Him
Once Joe had showered and dried off, she stared at the sodden bodice for a while before finally deciding not to wear it.
"The chest is as small as a teapot lid, so if you don't wear it for a while, it should be fine, right?"
After drying her hair half-dry, Qiao slammed open the bathroom door, and her outstretched hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Where did the clothes she put on the cabinet by the door go?
"Sister Xiaoxiao, where are my clothes?"
What responded to her was a piece of warm air, and the room was so quiet that there was not even the slightest sound.
"Miss Xiaoxiao?"
Joe yelled.
No response.
She waited for a while, then came out of the bathroom suspiciously, and walked towards the living room.
"Are you there, Sister Xiaoxiao?"
Why do you feel that there is no one in the room? Has Sister Xiaoxiao left?
suddenly--
A tall figure in front of the window made Joe stop in shock.
! ! !
Why is He Yunting here?
The man's slender back was hidden in the darkness, and he was skillfully holding a cigarette in the middle finger of his right hand. The faint smoke hovered indistinctly, and the mist covered his face, making it difficult to see his expression at this time.
Turning his head, he found Qiao Yi standing behind him, 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 Yi pursed his lips and did not speak.
He Yunting pinched the cigarette in his hand, walked towards her, and stopped five steps away from Qiao Yi.
"Come here." He waved at her.
Joe didn't want to go there.
"Mr. He, why are you in Sister Xiaoxiao's room?"
"The cook at home ran away, I'll come after him." He Yunting said without blushing, as if it was a dog who pushed people last night.
Qiao rolled his eyes at him. What kind of job is this? It's not tall at all, so she won't admit it.
"Still unwilling to come?"
Don't go there!
"Where are my clothes?" Qiao Yi was arrogant, and she was also the one who fell in love with the rich woman.
"Come here and I'll give it to you."
"Give it to me first, and I'll go there."
He Yunting looked at her without speaking.
That look was inexplicably permeating.
Joe was scared for a second!
He Gouzi is pretty good, knowing that she is cowardly, he intentionally scares her with his eyes. But she likes this kind of thing very much, mother!
Annoyed!
Qiao Yi, you have to stand up!
The past is the past, you can still eat me!
Qiao Yi walked slowly towards He Yunting.
The closer they got, the more obvious the smell of tobacco on He Yunting's body.
She covered her nose almost instinctively.
"What are you doing, fell into the tobacco pile?"
He Yunting lowered his head and sniffed, "Sorry, I won't smoke in the future."
Joe One: "..."
It's a bit inexplicable, He Gouzi is acting weird today, why is he so easy to talk to?
She took her hand from her nose, "I didn't tell you to smoke, smoke less, like a big chimney."
"Okay, listen to you."
Qiao Yi frowned, thinking, I asked you to give me the He family, will you listen to me?
At this moment, He Yunting suddenly reached out, grabbed her chin, and forced her to raise the left half of her face.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
As soon as Qiao felt uncomfortable, he scratched at the back of He Gouzi's hand.
"do not move."
There was a 3cm long scratch on the skin where Joe's chin joined his neck.
He Yunting's slightly callused fingertips gently swept over the wound, "How did you do it?"
Qiao Yi didn't know whether it was pain or itching, and he shivered.
When the champagne tower fell down, the glass was scratched. Fortunately, Qiao Yi hid quickly, and it was not deep, so it could only be regarded as a small crack.
"It's nothing, just a small injury, just take care of it." She didn't want to talk about such an embarrassing thing just now.
He Yunting stared at the wound, his brows deepened, "Come on, follow me to my room."
Come on, come on, come on one more~