Chapter 214: A Heartless Little Thing

This action was too ambiguous, Qiao Yi's heart trembled, he grabbed the tissue and rubbed it on his face indiscriminately, "I will do it myself, I will do it myself. Big boss, eat quickly."

He Yunting stroked his empty palm, and symbolically picked a small piece with a fork and put it into his mouth.

His eyebrows furrowed imperceptibly, the taste was a bit too sweet for him.

I don't know how the little bastard likes to eat these greasy things like a woman.

Neither he nor Xiaocheng have any feelings for cakes, but Xiaoyu likes to eat cakes once a month, and seems to like strawberries too.

Heh~ kid!

"How is it? Is it delicious?" Qiao Yi had already started to eat the second piece, and turned around from time to time to ask He Yunting how he felt after eating it.

"not bad."

"Wow, big boss, you must be too picky. This taste is already top-notch. How did it come to you? It's not bad."

When Qiao thought of the cooking skills dissed by the big boss, he suddenly felt relieved.

"Can you make dessert?" He Yunting asked suddenly.

Joe took a fork and came again, can she say she can't?

"Huh? Ask you? Will you?" He Yunting suddenly approached, and he could almost hear the breathing of the big boss.

Joe felt as if there was an electric shock in his ears, and half of his body froze, completely instinctively, "Yes!"

He Yunting smiled, "Then do it often in the villa."

"Huh?" Qiao Yi's excited little face suddenly collapsed.

"I love to eat, and Xiaoyu also loves to eat."

Afraid that he would reveal his secrets, he still brought his son with him, so that he could use it to withstand thunder at critical moments.

"Big boss, you don't like my cooking, why are you doing this?"

As soon as Qiao was happy, he really confided his heart, and he didn't think that He Yunting would go berserk after hearing it.

"When did I say I don't like your cooking?"

Why did this person forget what he did?

As soon as Qiao got angry, he began to count He Yunting's major crimes.

The two bright red lips chattered non-stop, even saying such words as He Yunting's dictatorship.

He Yunting leaned on the chair, put his left hand on the back of Qiao Yi's chair, didn't say anything, just stared at her with gentle eyes, the little guy is very courageous today, he dared to say anything.

Just now at the elevator entrance, he smelled alcohol, and in Jiang Yixiao's room, there was also a faint smell of alcohol.

So, this is drunk and cowardly?

However, he liked the current Qiao Yi very much, free and easy, unrestrained, like a little tiger having fun, raising its harmless little paws to demonstrate against him.

"So, if you have any dissatisfaction with me, you can tell me directly. If you can change it, I will change it. If you can't, you can change it. Anyway, you can't punish me physically. Cooking or something, I will do it when I am in a good mood. No, I'm going to eat takeaway and junk food, you can't control me, do you agree?"

"that's it?"

Qiao frowned and thought for a while, "Well, for the time being, I will add more later."

He Yunting smiled, reached out for the teapot, and poured Qiao Yi a cup.

"Drink some tea and take a rest."

Joe picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"You haven't said whether you agree or not."

"Little thing with no conscience, if I let you cook, is it corporal punishment for you?"

Joe poked his neck, "Why not?"

He Yunting glanced at her and poured himself a cup of tea, "The car that exploded on Qinshan Mountain, the black car in Qingyuan Lane, do you think God destroyed it for you?"

Oh my god, it's so sweet, sweet...

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