Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Fang Ideal quit the game account, ran to the balcony, opened the window, looked up at a forty-five degree angle, looked up at the starry sky, and sighed, "Hey!"

She was so melancholy and awake at night. After a while, she picked up the phone, quit WeChat trumpet, and boarded the tuba. Who hasn't had a few trumpets this year.

Ullara’s ideal: "Xu Fang."

The note she gave to Zhou Xufang was fairy spinning, and the fairy spinning back to her after a few seconds.

Fairy spinning: "Yeah."

Fang Ideal thought for a while, but still didn't hide that little caution.

Ullala’s ideal: "What do you think of online dating?"

Fairy Spinning quickly replied: "Not good."

Ullara’s ideal: "Why?"

She has been a little strange recently. She actually thinks that Caiqi is very cute, but I don’t know if his posture of death is more cute, or his screams when he died? Oh, her abnormal aesthetic!

It must be because the work pressure is too great and the boss is too boring, so she will indulge in games and be forced to die by the side dishes. If she doesn't get a few tricks a day, she always feels that there is something missing in her life.

This is sickness, Stockholm syndrome!

Zhou Xufang has been at the forefront of the trend since reading a novel, and she even knows about online dating.

Fairy Spin: "I added a big book friend group, and I met a book friend who is also online dating, and then she rushed out and found that the little brother on the Internet was not a little brother at all, but a big guy who stole feet."

Fang Ideal: "..."

That Caibian shouldn't be a stubborn guy, his voice is quite like her boss's.

Fairy Spinning: "And that book friend told me that the guy who stole the feet was married and asked her to be a junior."

Fang Ideal: "..."

Fuck, this world is so complicated.

Fairy Spin: "Ideal, do you like the little brother on the Internet?"

like?

Let alone fall in love, she has never even received a kiss scene.

Ullara's ideal: "I don't know either."

Ullala’s ideal: "We played games last week and he blocked my gun. I have eaten chicken for so many years. He was the first to block my gun."

At that time, she was holding the gun with the enemy at the same time. To tell the truth, if he doesn’t stop it, she has a fast hand, and she can shoot the other dog thief with one shot. As a result, the dish was so stupid that she was directly blocked by the bullet. It was blocked by her, but the dog thief was also saved. In the end, both of them were headshot by the dog thief. According to her past temperament, she must be forced to curse Cai as a **** dog, but she did not Not only did she not have it, she actually thought this dish was so cute... Anyway, she felt weird since then. Let’s make an example. Now if she doesn’t team up with him and team up with others, she will There is a sense of red apricot coming out of the wall, and a guilty conscience. Let's make another analogy. They teamed up, and if he died first, she would feel like a widow!

Fairy Spin: "Then first ask if he is single."

Ullala’s ideal: "I don’t want it anymore, it’s too strange."

Let's talk about auctions.

Sixteen lots have been sold out, and there is a dinner time later. In this kind of party, the dinner is not for dinner, but for networking.

Qiao Nanchu was unhappy and was about to leave when Xue Baoyi called: "Table 14, come here quickly."

"It's too noisy inside."

He was not interested and continued to leave.

Xue Baoyi just said, and she looked like a show: "The girl from Damai Mountain, your child's daughter-in-law, is also here."

He just finished speaking when the phone was hung up.

Be in a hurry!

Xue Baoyi poured a glass of red wine and waited for the show.

At the 14th table next door, Qiao Nanchu's stepmother Wen Ya brought her daughter over. The girl was restrained and shy, and sat restrained.

Mrs. Ko, who was at the same table, saw that she was a raw face, and she couldn't help but look at it a few more times: "This is the first time I saw Mrs. Joe's daughter. She looks really beautiful." Mrs. Ko laughed and joked, "Mrs. Joe, such a beautiful daughter, Why are you still hiding it?"

Wen Ya was already young, and she wore a light green skirt, which made her even more charming. She has been nurturing in Qiao's house for several years, and she has also developed a bit of extravagance.

She looked delicate and graceful, spoke gentle and gentle, added vegetables to the Wen Baiyang plate, and explained: "She can't speak, and she doesn't like to go out much."

Mrs. Kuo was surprised: "Can't speak?"

Wen Ya looked embarrassed and nodded.

Mrs. Kuo also felt ashamed, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, I took the liberty." On weekdays, I only heard that Qiao married a beautiful young lady, and she didn't even know that this lady also brought a fuel bottle.

There is no dissatisfaction on Wen Ya's face: "It's okay."

"Can you hear me?" the man on the other side suddenly asked.

The man is over forty, slightly fat, with a normal appearance, wearing silver-framed glasses, and a pair of round and small eyes with mung bean eyes. Since Wen Baiyang came to the table, those eyes have not been removed from her.

This is Miao Huaren, the second master of the Miao family.

The Miao family has a lot of thoughts about water, and in the imperial capital, there is a rich family with a face. Wen Ya has been married to the Qiao family for many years, and she has become more and more exquisite. She smiled and said: "She can read lips."

I just can't hear you.

"It's a pity." Miao Huaren kept looking at the immature face on the opposite side, thinking that if it were to grow longer, this small appearance would be a bit more beautiful than her mother, especially with these ignorant and clean eyes. Scratching people's hearts, "What's your name?"

Wen Baiyang bowed his head and should not. She was extremely uncomfortable, holding a bag in her hand, her palms sweating.

Seeing that she ignored people, Wen Ya groaned: "Bai Yang, how is Mr. Miao talking to you?" Then she raised her head and laughed, "Excuse me, my daughter is more shy."

Miao Huaren said, "Nothing", and his eyes moved from the girl's face to her thin and straight collarbone. His eyes became hotter and hotter: "Miss Bai Yang, can I ask you to dance?"

Just after the question, a slowly and leisurely sentence came from behind: "No."

Everyone at the table looked over.

It is the fourth son of the Qiao family.

He was dressed in a suit, his tie hung loosely, and the buttons were unbuttoned. He was a little bit less serious than the family's son, and his brows were like his father, and there was a sense of joy in it.

He walked slowly, took off his suit jacket, put it on the girl's shoulders, and looked at the opposite side lazily: "Second Uncle Miao, you are an elder, she is young, and she can't afford to share with you who dance. "

Miao Huaren's slightly fat face turned blue.

The seniority has been shown, and he turned around and scolded him for being old!

Qiao Nanchu was too lazy to deal with it, and pulled the person to her side, putting his hand on her shoulder naturally: "She has classes tomorrow, I will take her back first."

After speaking, he took the person away directly.

The atmosphere was not very happy, especially Miao Huaren, who lost face and looked ugly.

Mrs. Kuo, who was at the same table, made rounds and inadvertently said: "Nan Chu still loves his sister."

Wen Ya did not answer, and smiled awkwardly.

After leaving the villa, Qiao Nanchu let go of his hand, and his face became cold: "That old guy's eyes pierced you, don't you know?"

There is a fire in my heart, and my tone is harder.

She was still ignorant. Apart from his suit jacket, she was only wearing a dress, a short skirt wrapped around her chest, and her thin legs were so exposed.

Qiao Nanchu glanced at it and became even more angry: "Who gave you this skirt?"