Chapter 698: IKEA IKEA Room

Chapter 698: IKEA IKEA Room

Li Qiao wiped the sweat from her forehead, licked the dry corners of her mouth, and said in a low voice, "I'm listening, I will contact Mom."

Zong Yue turned around and held the phone between her shoulders, and responded while unpacking the gift box, "That's fine, don't forget, I think mom is worried about you, she seems to have cried..."

Li Qiao's breath was unsteady, but she still insisted on answering: "Yes, I will never forget."

Now that we've talked, it's time to hang up the phone.

However, just as Li Qiao was about to press the end button, Zong Yue asked again with a smile: "Qiaoqiao, is your dog a big dog or a puppy? I like Alaska, and I really want to have one..."

Li Qiao wanted to say something very much, the breed in front of her was called Lord Yan.

Xu Zong Yue's suspicion was aroused by the slight strange sound on the phone. She pressed the phone to her ear, and was about to listen carefully, when a demonic warning sound came from the other end: "Zong Yue, don't call at night from now on. Telephone."

beep beep——

The phone was disconnected, Zong Yue was so frightened that his whole body trembled, the phone slipped from his shoulder to the ground, and the screen shattered.

Uncle Shaoyan!

"Why are you so careless?" Li Jun's voice came from the door suddenly, and Zong Yue almost threw the gift box over.

She looked at Li Jun in shock, patted her chest, frowned and complained, "You scared me to death."

Li Jun glanced at the mobile phone on the ground, then looked at Zong Yue's obviously guilty look, bent down to pick up the mobile phone, and handed it to her, "What are you doing so badly that you can't help but be scared?"

Zong Yue curled her lips when she saw the crack on the screen, "Who would do something wrong in his own home."

She was just terrified by Uncle Shaoyan's words.

It's not even six o'clock in the afternoon, why is it night?

Li Jun looked at Zong Yue's embarrassing expression for a moment, caught the broken screen, took out his mobile phone naturally, and called his assistant, "Buy a new mobile phone and send it to my office tomorrow."

Zong Yue looked at him in surprise, with a smile on his lips, "No, I'll just go buy it myself."

Li Jun pursed his lower lip and continued talking on the phone: "Well, the latest model, white."

Seeing this, Zong Yue put his black mobile phone on the glazed table, took out the Sydney pear from the gift box, and washed it, "Why do you want to buy a white one?"

She didn't seem to have told him that she liked white.

It may be that she has been in the army for a long time, and she prefers stable dark colors.

At this time, Li Jun slowly unbuttoned his cuff buttons, rolled up his sleeves, and said in a low voice, "Mine is black."

"Then I too..." Zong Yue originally wanted to say that she would also use black, but a sudden inspiration flashed, and a certain idea was ready to come out.

Black, white, couples?

do you mean this?

Zong Yue didn't ask carefully, such a hazy feeling made her feel a little secretly happy.

For a man like Li Jun, don't ever expect him to express his thoughts frankly.

If the window paper is pierced, it will make each other uncomfortable.

Zong Yue lowered his head to wash the pears, but his eyes were full of sweetness.

Not long after, Li Jun helped her wash the pears, walked to the side window to light a cigarette, and he could see Zong Yue's serious profile when he turned slightly.

Her hair was long, and it was randomly tied behind her head. When she lowered her head to cut the fruit, a few strands of hair hung down from her forehead, carrying a sense of tranquil beauty.

IKEA IKEA.

Li Jun's Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help walking forward, using his fingers to brush away the broken hair that blocked her view.

Then, without noticing for a while, Zong Yue cut his hand with the blade.

Li Jun: "..."

The wound was small, but it was bleeding.

Zong Yue looked at her left index finger in bewilderment, raised her eyelids to look at Li Jun, and put her finger in her mouth helplessly.

"Does it hurt?" Li Jun frowned, casually threw half a cigarette into the sink, pulled her wrist for a look, turned around and walked out the door.

"Hey, the fruit hasn't been cut yet." Zong Yue was dragged upstairs by him, still muttering, "You said you, don't smoke well, why are you here to make trouble for me?"

Li Jun frowned, and strided back to the room, let go of her, and searched for the medicine box in the cabinet.

Zong Yue felt that it was a bit of a fuss, so he stood there and smiled, "It's a small wound, it's nothing serious, it will be fine in a few days."

"Sit down." Li Jun held the medicine box with one hand, raised his chin facing the chair.

Zong Yue had no choice but to see him open the medicine box and walked over, took out a piece of Band-Aid from inside, "Just put this on."

Li Jun took her hand and looked at it carefully. Looking at Zong Yue's smiling face, he took out iodophor and wiped her with a serious expression. After drying, he put a band-aid on her, "Don't worry about it these few days. Get wet."

Zong Yue understood his rigid character too well, and said: "Okay, then I will practice washing my face with one hand."

"If it's inconvenient, I'll wash it for you."

Zong Yue opened his mouth, looking at Li Jun's extremely serious expression, his brain short-circuited for a moment, and he said directly: "Can you?"

Of course, she didn't get any positive answer, because since that night, Li Jun has proved to her with practical actions, whether he will help her wash her face, take a bath, take a mandarin duck bath...

...

At the same time, the "battle" in Palma's bedroom is coming to an end.

Li Qiao lay on the bed in a state of confusion, as if she had been washed.

She may have no face to see her sister-in-law in the future, and she will not be able to face up to the word 'feed the dog'.

After ten minutes, Li Qiao put on her nightgown, took her mobile phone and went downstairs to the living room.

She took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, sat on the bar high chair, and called Duan Shuyuan.

At that end, it was almost instant.

"Baby." Duan Shuyuan's gentle voice remained the same as before.

Li Qiao took a sip of beer to moisten her throat, and called out with a slight smile, "Mom, have you eaten yet?"

Duan Shuyuan's eyes were red, she put down her chopsticks and walked out of the restaurant, "It's over, how about you?"

It's just the most common words, but Duan Shuyuan couldn't help sobbing.

Li Qiao was already keen, so she naturally noticed that something was wrong with her voice.

After the greetings, the mother and daughter were silent one after another.

Duan Shuyuan walked to the outdoor garden by herself. After a long time, she asked awkwardly: "Qiaoqiao, are you... coming back?"

Li Qiao pinched the beer can, feeling very uncomfortable, "Of course, why ask?"

"It's nothing, just...you..."

Duan Shuyuan hesitated to speak, some words lingered on her lips, but she couldn't ask them no matter what.

Li Qiao raised her head and took a big gulp of beer. Before she could organize her words, she smiled lightly and said, "Mom, I'll be back in a few days. You and Dad have raised me for more than 20 years. It will become splashed water."

There was something in the words, Duan Shuyuan understood.

She swallowed her throat and murmured repeatedly, "Okay, then tell me in advance when you come back, you are not used to the food of Parma, go home early, and Mom will cook something delicious for you."

After finishing the phone call, Li Qiao lowered her eyes to block the bloodshot eyes.

Suddenly, her palm was empty, and the beer can in her hand was taken away.