Chapter 233: A Marionette With No Feelings

Holding the milk, Qiao followed behind He Yunting, thinking that he was going to take her somewhere.

As a result, he turned a corner when he left the room and entered his bedroom.

"Sit anywhere."

He Yunting went to the bathroom to get a hairdryer.

Joe stood at the door with the milk in his hand, with a dazed expression on his face, not knowing which direction to go.

She didn't dare to sit casually, especially in the middle of the bedroom, the extremely large, ultra-wide bed with two pillows, and a four-piece set glowing dark black and gold.

I don't know what happened on this bed.

He Yunting came out with the blower, saw that she was still standing there dumbfounded, and pointed to the bed, "Come here."

The two words are so gentle that water can drip out.

Joe One: "..."

...Lonely and widowed, it's not good for you to be like this.

"Well, give me a blower, I'll go to the bathroom and blow it."

He Yunting glanced at her lightly, turned his head, and inserted the plug into the socket on the bedside table.

Joe One: "..."

All right, you're a boss, I'll listen to you.

Reluctantly rubbing against the edge of the bed and sitting down, the mattress is very soft, once sitting on it, a piece will be dented under the PG, and I don’t know what brand the big boss’ mattress is.

He Yunting turned on the hair dryer and helped her dry her hair.

He turned the gear to the minimum, and it was a breeze, not hot at all.

But this also means that the hair can't be blown dry for a while.

The surroundings were full of He Yunting's aura, which almost engulfed her.

The faint woody aroma is mixed with the aroma of tobacco, which has a special taste, not overwhelming, but directly hits the soul.

The hum of the hair dryer couldn't stop her increasingly intense heartbeat.

Qiao Yi's whole body was tense, and the big boss's belt buckle was in his eyes.

The silver brushed logo, not too big or too small, was right on his stomach.

It looks flat there, without a trace of fat, and I don't know if there are 8-pack abs under the clothes.

Ah, yes, no more, no less, exactly 8 yuan.

Qiao Yi suddenly remembered that she had taken off the big boss's clothes.

Not only does she know that the big boss has 8-pack abs, she also knows...

Eyes cast down involuntarily...

Black magazine.

Qiao Yi swallowed heavily, PG was a little numb, and he didn't know what happened on this bed, the unspeakable past.

"Brother, what you asked me to check has some clues..."

He Yuncheng had just received a call from his subordinates, and immediately came to report to his brother, and pushed the door...

! ! ?

What's happening here?

From his point of view...

"What are you doing?" he blurted out.

! ! ?

He Yunting turned off the blower and turned around.

"Second Young Master, hello, my brother will blow my hair." Qiao Yi's expression was stiff, like a marionette with no emotions.

Blow your hair? His brother had never blow-dried his son Xiaoyu's hair like this before. How about blow-drying Qiao Yi's hair?

This is my brother, he cut off his head and used it as a stool!

He Yunting touched Qiao Yi's hair,

"It's not done yet, I'll go over and be back soon."

Qiao Yi smiled and watched the two brothers leave until the door closed with a bang.

She jumped up from the bed with a jerk, turned on the blower to the maximum, and blew nonsense.

Then he picked up the leftover cup and rushed out of He Yunting's bedroom at the speed of light.

...

"Brother, I found the IP that posted Weibo. They are all anonymous space cards. The other party is very cautious."

"Where's Wang Kun?"

"That bastard was a coward. He recruited everything before the fight. The time was wrong. When he posted on Weibo, he was being beaten. What happened today was not his fault."

He Yunting pondered for a while, then said to Song Bai beside him, "From tomorrow onwards, you will follow Qiao Yi."

"Boss I..."

"Want to disobey?"

He Yuncheng quickly gave Song Bai a hand, "No, it's too sudden, Xiao Bai is a little confused."

Returning to the bedroom in a hurry, when he opened the door, the only thing that greeted him was the lonely hair dryer beside the bed.

Qiao Yi has long since disappeared...