Chapter 216

Joe had his hips akimbo, and his face looked as if a strong man was about to die.

He Yunting: "..."

The room was so quiet that even the sound of breathing was noisy, He Yunting stared at her without saying a word.

One second, two seconds, one minute, two minutes... Qiao Yi couldn't stand anymore.

The sequelae of the adrenaline rush just now appeared, and her legs were a little weak.

"Finished?" He Yunting said suddenly.

"Huh? Um, um... say... finished." Qiao Yi looked like a primary school student who had done something wrong and was about to be punished by his parents. His voice was similar to that of a mosquito, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at him.

He Yunting was a head and a half taller than Qiao Yi. Now that Qiao lowered her head, she became even shorter, condescending, and He Yunting could only see the hair spinning in the middle of her head. He squinted his eyes and looked away lightly. , stepped past Qiao Yi, and walked towards the restaurant.

Until he sat back on the chair, Qiao Yi still maintained the appearance of bowing his head and admitting his mistake just now, standing by the pool without moving.

She waited for a long time, but He Yunting didn't intend to talk to her anymore, as if she didn't exist.

Big boss, what does this mean?

Don't scold her, don't beat her, and now I don't even pay attention to her, this... this is too out of the style of a big boss.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon!

Qiao Yi panicked, and the bathrobe was almost torn by her. From time to time, I raised my head and took a sneak peek to see what the big boss was doing, and if he was planning how to deal with her.

In the end, the big boss didn't do anything, just sat there, alone, the coercion of the superiors around him seemed to be gone, and the broad and straight back made Qiao Yi see a sense of grievance.

?

Come on! Why does she have the feeling that the big boss is sulking?

Could it be that she spoke too seriously just now?

I want to go over and coax, what should I do?

Qiao Yi bit his lip, boldly, and rubbed against the big boss.

The rustling sounds behind him got closer and closer, until a pair of pure white slippers broke into He Yunting's sight.

Qiao Yi leaned over, picked out the most beautiful French dessert, and put it in front of He Yunting.

"Big boss, you eat."

He Yunting glanced over the dessert lightly, ignoring her.

Joe One: "..."

She took the teapot and poured another cup of tea for He Yunting.

"Big boss, you drink."

He Yunting simply closed his eyes.

Joe One: "..."

It was obvious that he did something wrong, but now she coaxed him in a low voice, and he still flirted.

There is no justice in this world!

Qiao Yi was so angry that He Yunting closed his eyes and grinned in front of him, baring his teeth and claws, as if to strangle him to death.

Without warning, the man suddenly opened his eyes, and the two looked at each other. Qiao Yi was so frightened that he retracted his movements in an instant, changed his face in an instant, pinched his sleeve with his fingertips, and acted like a baby to him in a soft voice.

"Hey, big boss, don't be angry, I said something harsh just now, but you were the one who scared me, so let's get even, okay?

If you really can't get angry, just scold me, if you really can't, you can beat me, but, you, be gentle, I'm afraid of pain. Ok? "

Joe kept his mouth shut and said it as if he was telling the truth.

He Yunting was almost about to be laughed at by her, but he had to grit his teeth and hold back.

He helplessly frowned, counted his mistakes, and did bad things with good intentions, which made him not a human being inside and out.

"In your heart, I'm bullying the weak? Bullying the weak? Doing evil?"

Joe pursed his lips.

He Yunting looked into her eyes seriously, his eyes were so gentle that it made her heart beat violently, and she blurted out.

"No, I was angry."

"What about my money, is it stinky money?"

Joe clenched his fists, "It's irony, I don't know how fragrant it is."

"I said you don't like cooking?"

Qiao Yi cried, "No, you are supervising and urging me to improve my cooking skills."

"After that, will you still do it?"

"Do it, do it, I'll do it, whatever you want to eat, I'll do it."

Satisfied, He Yunting pulled away the chair beside him.

"sit."

Joe One: "..."

... Woohoo, baby, I'm too southern...