Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

Qiao Yi looked at him coldly, without showing any timidity, and leaned against the door frame with his arms folded: "Master Rong, you chased me to the bathroom, why don't you just tell me, what do you want?"

He Rong raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect Qiao Yi to be so straightforward. He took a step towards her, and although he smiled, his eyes were full of darkness:

"I never thought that my second brother would like something like you."

The meaning of provocation is obvious.

Qiao Yi stretched out his hand and slapped his nose wildly, "Master Rong, do you have body odor? Why do you use such a strong perfume? It's killing people."

He Rong's face suddenly changed, "You!"

Qiao Yiyi raised his eyebrows, "You really have body odor."

I didn't expect that what I said casually was actually true.

He Rong inherited his mother's Mexican ancestry, and since he was a child, he has had a bad smell, and after two surgeries, it didn't work. In desperation, he had to bathe frequently and wear perfume.

Few people in the family knew about such a private matter, so how could Qiao Yi know.

He Rong's smiling face could hardly hold back: "What's the relationship between you and He Yunting? He even told you this!"

Qiao Yi turned his body and walked out of the bathroom, "Why did he tell me that you have body odor? Are we so free? Master Rong, did you not wake up today and came to talk to me about body odor?

Shall I introduce you to some doctors? Shared by doctors in the fish circle. "

"you!!!"

He Rong felt that his blood pressure was a little high.

Qiao Yi hooked the corners of his lips, and his eyes moved slowly on He Rong.

Suddenly, she didn't know what she saw, and she was taken aback.

At this moment, He Rong suddenly came up and pushed Qiao Yi into a corner.

Looking at the bodies of the two who were almost touching each other, Qiao smiled: "Master Rong, what are you doing, you are like this, and everyone will come down later, it doesn't look good."

He Rong lowered his head and leaned closer to Qiao Yi's cheek: "What? Afraid Yun Ting might misunderstand?"

Qiao Yi resisted the discomfort in his stomach, and replied, "Misunderstanding? Master Rong, I think you really didn't wake up today. There is no such word as misunderstanding between me and him."

Hearing this, He Rong was taken aback for a moment, and then burst out laughing, the smile couldn't reach his eyes, and it became colder and more ferocious, "Who do you think you are? Do you think he will like you for a long time?

Let me tell you, that child was born to a woman! It's a woman, he likes women, do you have that organ? Can you have a baby?

He likes you just because of your face, which looks like a woman.

If it's real, he still needs a woman! And that person will never get your turn no matter what!

I advise you to weigh your own weight and stay away from He Yunting, he is not someone you can touch! "

Qiao Yi's heart skipped a beat, and he stared at him without saying a word.

He Rong suddenly moved closer to her, and the dull fake eyeball in the left eye socket reflected a strange light: "Why, didn't I explain clearly enough?

You don't deserve to be with He Yunting, if you keep entangled, only you will suffer.

Even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about your family, your mother, and your brother. "

The two fists were crunched by Qiao Yi: "You, want, do, what?"

He Rong stuck out his tongue pervertedly, and approached her cheek, but she turned his head away suddenly, and the rough laughter echoed in Qiao Yi's ear: "What I want to do, it's up to you how to do it."

Asshole, as soon as Joe made him sick, he was about to vomit, and he was about to hit him.

Only a scream came from the direction of the garden.

"Doctor, call the doctor quickly, Xiaoyu is injured, Xiaoyu is injured!"