Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

As soon as Qiao returned to the guest room, she closed the door and locked it. In order not to wait for He Yunting to come in to check, she went to the bathroom to take a combat shower. After she came out, she went straight to her suitcase, took out "Corpse Nanzi" and began to study.

In fact, she has almost learned the book, only the last few pages are left.

I read it hungrily, but I couldn't find a way to read my own life.

Unwilling to give up, Joe read the book again from beginning to end.

Really do not have!

The bright eyes dimmed instantly.

"No, God is going to kill me!"

Suddenly, her eyes flashed, and she used the method of looking at other people's lives to look at herself, is that okay?

Just do it, Joe sat cross-legged on the carpet, concentrating and calming down.

5 minutes passed. 10 minutes passed.

...

Joe lay limp on the carpet, looking hopeless.

Not to mention her life, she couldn't even see the color of her aura.

"Boom boom boom..."

The door was knocked suddenly.

"Jojo."

He Yunting's voice came in along with the knock on the door.

"Oh, here we come."

Qiao Yigulu climbed up from the ground and stuffed "Corpse Nanzi" into the box. He stretched out his hands and rubbed his face hard, regaining his normal expression, then pulled the slippers to open the door for He Yunting.

"How did you lock the door?"

Qiao Yi pretended to have just finished taking a shower, "Ah, did I lock the door? I don't know."

"Come here, let me blow your hair."

After finishing speaking, he couldn't help but drag her into his bedroom, for fear that she would run away.

He Yunting should have just come out of the shower, and his body smells good. As soon as Qiao walked, his body involuntarily leaned towards him.

At first it was his elbow that touched him, and then it was his shoulder. He Yunting snorted and simply reached out to hug him, pulling him into his arms. Teased her, "That's it, you still want to sleep by yourself?"

Back in the bedroom, he let Joe sit on the bed, and put the hair dryer on the bedside table. It seemed that he had planned it for a long time.

"Are you preparing to brag to yourself, or to others."

He Yunting plugged it in, and said to her, "Blow my puppy."

Qiao Yi quit immediately, "Who is your puppy!"

"Oh, it's okay to be a pig."

Joe was so angry that he put his arms around his waist and bit his mouth.

I don't know where it was bitten. Anyway, He Yunting reacted so badly that his eyes changed, and he directly pressed her on the bed...

Before the hair was blown, the two had already rolled back and forth on the bed a few times.

The dark quilt was wet by Joe's hair, leaving water stains one after another.

He Yunting wasn't making trouble with her, he helped her up and blew her hair honestly.

I don't know if it was the slapstick just now, or the buzzing wind that made Qiao Yi suddenly open his heart, and asked nonchalantly, "What would you do if I did something bad before?" ?”

He Yunting's expression remained unchanged, "Which one is not good?"

Qiao thought for a while, then said with a slap in the face, "...well, it's the kind of messing around with men and women."

The man's eyes suddenly sank, he turned off the hair dryer, and looked down at her.

"pardon?"

As soon as Qiao was startled by his eyes, he instinctively flicked back, but he reached out and grabbed the back of his head and dragged him back the same way.

"You, what do you want to do!"

He Yunting narrowed his eyes, moved closer, and said in a low voice: "I'll give you another chance, let's talk again."

What a fart, it's just words that get hot on the forehead and slip out of the mouth.

Whether this is true or not, she still doesn't know.

As soon as Joe pushed him away, he rolled on the bed, "What are you thinking? Can't I just joke?"

The man's expression was difficult to distinguish: "No."