Chapter 213 The Face Is Disgusted
He Yunting turned his head to look at her, the little liar's eyes were black and bright, and he seemed to be talking to him, but in fact, there was no shadow of him in those small eyes, they were filled with desserts.
Clearly wanting to eat, but pretending that I don't like food very much, but you like it, He Yunting licked his palate lightly, thinking that such a little liar is a bit cute.
He passed Qiao Yi, walked straight to the table and sat down, raised his chin and asked, "Want to eat?"
"Ah?" Qiao Yi was stunned, ignorantly like a little hamster waiting to be fed, and asked excitedly, "Can I?"
Of course I want to eat it, a table of delicacies, coupled with a peerless handsome man, is nothing more than being an emperor.
He Yunting raised his eyebrows and glanced at the seat beside him.
"Thank you, big boss!"
As soon as Qiao found a cabinet, he quickly dropped 300,000 yuan and rushed to the dining table.
The sound of the slippers rattling on the floor is very pleasant!
He Yunting glanced at the clothes lying alone on the cabinet with a look of contempt.
"Big boss, can I eat all of these?"
Joe unceremoniously picked up the knife and fork, his big eyes were like laser guns, and he scanned back and forth on the table, screening the first target to attack.
"Can."
After He Yunting gave his approval lightly, Qiao Yi stretched out the sinful knife and fork in his hand to the invincible strawberry cake in the middle of the dining table.
She likes eating strawberries the most.
"Aww...why is it so delicious!" Qiao Yi let out an admiration, and it was a hundred times more delicious than what he ate at the meeting just now.
Qiao ate her head in suspense, without noticing that He Yunting, who was sitting next to her, showed a faint smile.
The phone on the table suddenly rang twice, He Yunting picked it up and saw it was his younger brother.
【I don't care if you have money or not, anyway you don't have money like me: Brother, does Qiao Yi like to eat? 】
[He: Yes. 】
【I don't care if you have money or not, anyway you don't have money like me: Which one does he like best? 】
[He: Strawberry. 】
【I don't care if you have money or not. Anyway, you don't have as much money as I do: Give yourself a thumbs up. jpg Let me just say, as soon as Joe likes to eat fruit cake, he will never refuse the temptation of strawberry cake.
Brother, look at how good I am. Fortunately, our hotel has strawberries imported from country R. The taste is incomparable with domestic ones. It is sweet and delicious. Qiao Yi absolutely likes it. Brother, look at how I am doing. Why don't you praise me? 】
[He: Tell Song Bai to come back. 】
[I don't care if you have money or not, anyway, you don't have money like me: Brother, why are you doing this, why did you call that wood back?
Why don't you praise me? It was I who came up with the idea for you. Now that Joe has coaxed him back, don't you recognize me as my brother? Brother, I protest, you have Qiao Yi, you don't want a younger brother. 】
He Yuncheng sat outside the door of his brother's room, with his ear pressed against the door, while holding his mobile phone, he clicked hard, edited a long list, and then clicked send.
In an instant, the other party popped up a dialog box:
[The other party has turned on friend authentication, and you are not his (her) friend yet, please send a friend request first. 】
He Yuncheng: "..."
"Big boss, why have I been eating it all the time, and you are eating it too." Qiao didn't realize that He Yunting was still sitting beside him until he finished eating a piece of strawberry cake.
The man didn't speak, and almost forgot that there was a living person in the room.
Qiao Yi was a little embarrassed, and got up to help He Yunting fill a piece.
"Big boss, it's delicious, you can eat it too."
She handed the fork to He Yunting.
He Yunting took it, but didn't eat it. Instead, he took a tissue and wiped the corners of Qiao Yi's mouth.
"Is it so delicious? My face is ruined."
Oh my god, I'm too sweet, are you sweet?