Chapter 337 Could It Be that Jojo Doesn't Want to Take His Brother There?

that's it,

Qiao Yi was forcibly pulled into a slightly warm embrace with a faint scent of tobacco.

Her small nose was less than 1 centimeter away from the big boss's neck.

The mouth was printed on the neckline of the big boss's shirt, and the oil from her mouth was instantly printed on the dark gray neckline, creating an ambiguous lip print.

The upper body of the two of them was almost stuck together. Such a close distance is enough for her to feel the heat slowly radiating from the big boss's body, as well as his strong heartbeat.

His big hands dragged her head, pressing her domineeringly into the socket of her neck.

boom! bang bang! bang bang bang! Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Qiao Yi's heart rate rose exponentially.

The little hands that had nowhere to rest grabbed the shirt around the waist of the big boss, and held it tightly in his hands.

There was a slight itching in the ears, and He Yunting's voice flowed into her ears like an ethereal stream in a mountain stream.

"Be good, Qiao Qiao, give me some more time, I will tell you everything you want to know.

But right now, I'm not ready.

There are some things I don't want to say yet.

Even more, you are not allowed to hear or see it from other channels.

Can you promise? "

Qiao's head was dizzy, what could she say, the big boss is so gentle, besides saying yes, what else could she say?

He Yunting got his wish, but he didn't let go of her, his arms tightened, and he took her into his arms again, covering her head with his big hands, like stroking a cat, stroking her slightly curly hair again and again.

"Hey, take me with you when you go out for divination."

Joe One: "..."

Did she fall into the pit?

Wanting to push He Yunting away, he hugged him even tighter instead. Qiao Yi was unsteady, and the little hand that was originally on the shirt around his waist was forced... to wrap around He Yunting's waist.

Why hasn't she seen the big boss holding the second young master?

"Every, do you want to come with me every time?"

He Yunting tilted his head, facing her ear, and asked softly,

"Could it be that Jojo doesn't want to go?"

All the bones in Qiao Yi's body were shattered.

Damn it, the big boss tricked her into looking good! ! !

This makes her how to answer!

"Yes, why not? It's a great honor."

"But I don't think you're happy about it."

"Well, do you understand your own aura?" Qiao Yi asked weakly.

He Yunting was puzzled, "What aura?"

Joe curled his lips.

What kind of aura can it be? When you sit there, the evil spirits of all the ghosts will recede.

She cleared her throat, trying to wake herself up as much as possible.

"It's domineering, too domineering. If the job I take in the future is not a rich man but a commoner, I might be frightened by you."

He Yunting was slightly taken aback, Qiao Qiao's answer was somewhat beyond his expectation.

"Then, what should we do?"

As soon as Qiao licked his lips, he deviated slightly from He Yunting and his embrace.

"Do you mind if you change your look when you go out with me?"

The little guy has a pleasant peach fragrance, which floats in the air faintly, and he could smell it just now, but now it suddenly disappears.

He Yunting sniffed dissatisfiedly, subconsciously tightened his arms, dragged Qiao Yi into his arms, and stuck it again. ＼＼＼Tighten yourself.

Fearing that she would escape again, one arm was directly across Joe's waist.

This time, Qiao Yi was almost moved from the position where she was sitting by the big boss to the big boss's lap.

The whole person is completely suspended.