Chapter 117 Jun Yexuan Is Drunk
Qiao Qing paused and turned her head, "To play chess with me, is it worthy of her?"
After Qiao Qing's voice fell, the people present didn't feel stunned, what a big tone!
Xu Yingying was also stunned by her arrogant words, and then sneered: "If you don't dare to compare, you won't dare to compare. Do you think you can save face by saying arrogant words?"
However, Qiao Qing ignored her this time, turned around and walked away.
Xu Yingying was taken aback by Qiao Qing's arrogance, and she wanted to say something, but she was pulled by Qiao Nian, "Okay Yingying, maybe my sister's chess skills are really good."
"How arrogant can someone who is really good at chess be so arrogant? Even playing chess with her is unworthy. This person is not afraid that the wind will flash his tongue. That is, you have a good temper, and you can speak for her!"
"Who said people who are good at chess are not arrogant?" As soon as Xu Yingying finished speaking, Ye Hong's voice rang out.
"I'm very proud of how good my chess skills are, and I've always felt that few people are worthy of playing chess with me, at least, you're not worthy!"
Xu Yingying was pointed at her nose and said she didn't deserve it, her face turned pale, but she had no room to refute Ye Hong.
After all, Ye Lao's high chess skills are recognized by everyone.
But, why did Ye Lao often help Qiao Qing to speak?
Luo Chen continued: "Tiangou doesn't lick like you do, how much benefit did Qiao Nian give you to keep targeting Qingqing like this?
I also have a brain, and I have always been a gunner to others. Be careful of people who even plan on my cousin. When will I stab you again. "
"Young Master Luo also pays attention to his proportions. What outsiders means doesn't mean what Niannian means. You don't need to push everything on Niannian." Qin Yongmei's face was heavy.
Then he took a glass of wine and changed the subject: "Today, I'll let everyone see a joke. I'll punish myself for one glass, and the banquet will continue, everyone is free."
The people present all smiled and responded, but in their hearts they began to figure out who of the Qiao family was more worthy of friendship.
Inside the study.
Qiao Qing's fingers quickly tapped the keyboard, and only the silhouette was left, but her eyes were fixed on the computer screen.
I don't know how long it took, and when she was finished, when she took a cup to drink water, she heard someone downstairs calling her.
She turned off the computer, got up and went downstairs, looked at He Wanqing, and asked, "What's wrong?"
He Wanqing pointed to the man lying on the sofa, and said with a smile, "Xiao Xuan is drunk, you can get him up, and I'll make some hangover soup."
Qiao Qing's face darkened, "Where's Butler Chen?"
He Wanqing blinked and said, "Xiaoheng is also drunk and vomited all over himself. Butler Chen went to see him off, and then help him change clothes and take a bath, it is estimated that he will not be able to get down in a short time. "
Qiao Qing turned around and was about to leave, "Let him sleep on the sofa!"
"It's not suitable, baby, forget it, I'll get him up there." He Wanqing sighed and pretended to go to pull Jun Yexuan.
He also said, "It's this big man of nine meters. Can I carry it?"
Qiao Qing pinched her brows, cursed in a low voice, turned around and walked over, "Leave it to me."
"Okay." He Wanqing smiled triumphantly, turned and walked to the kitchen, "I'm going to make sober soup."
Qiao Qing stretched out his hand to help Jun Yexuan up and walked upstairs.
I don't know if it was intentional or not, Jun Yexuan's scorching breath always burrowed into her neck, and he acted like a spoiled child from time to time.
Qiao Qing couldn't hear what he was muttering at all. He supported him with one hand and pushed his messy head away with the other.
He finally helped Jun Yexuan to the bed in his room, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, his waist tightened and he was hugged by him.
Mu Jingheng: In order to help the third brother pursue his wife, I had to vomit all over myself. . .
Nie Er: You have to ask an old man to bathe you.
Mu Jingheng: "..."