Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

"Do you know what you call this? You call it a psychological distortion, a psychopath, do you understand?"

"You..." Mrs. Li was so angry that she clutched her chest and gasped, her face flushed red.

Su Qiao rolled her eyes and said, "What are you? If you don't let your daughter-in-law breastfeed again, and you quarrel with me again, I'll call the police immediately, believe it or not?"

"Mom, can you stop calling me? Do you think I'm not annoying enough with the noise all day long?"

A man's impatient voice finally floated out of the room over there.

Su Qiao pouted in contempt.

She is really a useless bastard who only dares to be at home. She is so famous and scolded, and she does not dare to come out.

Mrs. Li was very unwilling, but her son lost her temper. She could only glared at Su Qiao fiercely, and went back to the house with gnashing teeth.

444 was stunned: [Host, your combat power... is so powerful! 】

It is said that one old lady can fight ten married women.

But the fighting power of its host... It is estimated that ten old ladies can't resist it.

I really didn't expect that its host would be so fierce when it really launched.

It's really... so cool. There's no wood.

"Sister Su..."

Lu Han pushed open the door that was not closed, and looked at the woman in white silk pajamas, standing on the balcony carpet with bare feet on his hips.

I didn't expect...she still has such a saucy side.

This look of scolding the street is really... interesting.

When he saw it, Su Qiao didn't feel embarrassed, she dragged on her slippers angrily and went back to the house.

"I'm really mad at me. I know that all day long, I will abuse my daughter-in-law and granddaughter, and I don't even care about her own son's virtue. If it were me, I would have kicked this kind of man away. "

"Also, isn't it the man who decides whether to have a son or a daughter?"

"He doesn't have the ability to give birth to a son himself, but he's embarrassed to come out and shout, and he doesn't feel ashamed."

Lu Han handed her the glass in his hand: "Sister Su, don't be angry, come and take a drink."

After scolding for a while, Su Qiao was really thirsty.

After taking it, he raised his head and drank, put the cup back into his hand, and muttered:

"Huh, it's really annoying. I finally got inspiration. I wanted to draw a few design drafts tonight, but I was interrupted by this wonderful mother and son."

Hearing this, Lu Han hesitated for a moment: "How about...you go to my room to paint?"

After saying that, Lu Han felt a little regretful.

But it's not a good time to regret it.

Can only continue: "Although there is no balcony on my side, but there is a bay window, you can sit on the bay window and draw."

"also."

Su Qiao couldn't ask for it, so he quickly packed up the information, moved his computer and followed him to the next door.

Lu Han's room is not big, only about 20 square meters.

Simple and clean, mainly gray, Su Qiao took a quick glance and sat on the gray sponge pad of the bay window.

It just so happens that there is a small table above where you can put your computer.

Next, the two got along well, one sat at the computer desk reading materials, and the other sat on the bay window to draw artwork.

Until a cell phone rang suddenly.

Su Qiao stared at the computer, and took out the mobile phone from the pocket of her pajamas without looking at it: "Hey, who is it?"

"Jojo, it's me, I'm back."

The joyful and low male voice suddenly interrupted Su Qiao's thoughts and brought her thoughts back to reality.

She frowned slightly: "Who?"

"It's me, I just went abroad to study for a month, won't you forget me?" The man's voice was a little anxious.

Su Qiao flipped through the memories in her mind and quickly met a gentle white figure.