Mr. Lu, don't abuse me, Madam really won't give you andrology treatment

In such an environment, facing a man full of oppression, Qiao Yin felt very insecure.

"Lu Lingche, what are you dragging me in for?"

"I seem to have found my clothes here, Qiao Yin, my shirt and trousers are very expensive, you just throw them away like this? Don't you wash them and give them back to me?"

"Who told you to tear my skirt, you should pay me for it, and I have no obligation to pay you back."

Lu Lingche didn't really care about the clothes, he just wanted to hear her talk.

Darkness will magnify people's senses infinitely.

She was in his arms, moving restlessly, trying to escape.

However, he hugged her very tightly, not only did she not run away, but instead made him get closer to her, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Breathing has been intertwined, he could not hold back, bowed his head and kissed her.

His vision was so poor that he missed his aim and kissed her on the chin.

But it doesn't matter, just kiss again.

Qiao Yin was kissed by him unexpectedly, and immediately bit him.

But she bit his lip to the point of bleeding, and he refused to let her go.

He kissed harder and faster.

Qiao Yin failed in her resistance, so she could only passively be bullied by him.

I don't know how long it took before he mercifully let her go.

Qiao Yin leaned against him and breathed hard, and after a while she didn't recover: "There is no air in the closet, I have difficulty breathing, can you let me out?"

Lu Lingche hugged her and kissed her forehead.

Her closet was not so well sealed, and air could still get in.

She was breathless by his kiss.

"You can go out, but you can't drive me away."

"it is good."

Qiao Yin agreed casually, anyway, let's go out first.

If she stayed in the closet any longer, she might suffocate!

Lu Lingche finally let go of her and opened the cabinet door.

Qiao Yin went out first, she glanced at the chicken soup on the bedside table, and suddenly smiled at Lu Lingche: "Boss Lu, I bit you just now, I'm sorry, why don't you drink a bowl of chicken soup to make up for it?" ?”

Looking at her smile, Lu Lingche moved slightly in his heart, but said coldly, "Do you think I'm deaf? You obviously don't want to drink this bowl of chicken soup, and you want me to drink it for you, and you still say it so grandly."

The smile on Qiao Yin's face disappeared in an instant: "If you don't drink it, hurry up and leave, such a good chicken soup, it would be a waste for you to drink it! When I had a miscarriage, Qiao Jiasen, half a child, knew to give me chicken soup to drink, why didn't you Send? You didn’t cause me to have a miscarriage?”

On the day she had a miscarriage, Lu Lingche came here.

He had seen the chicken soup on her table, and it turned out that it was given to her by Qiao Jiasen.

Her miscarriage had indeed become a knot in his heart.

He picked up the bowl and took a sip of her chicken soup.

Then, he stopped.

After a while, he swallowed, and asked with a blue face, "Is this chicken soup?"

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"Why is it so bad to drink? It's even worse than the herbal tea you gave me when we first met!"

Qiao Yin was taken aback for a moment: "Do you remember the scene when we first met?"

"The tea you gave me is too bad to drink, and it's not easy for me to forget it. I thought you were going to poison me to death."

"The tea has a few flavors of traditional Chinese medicine added to it. The taste is really strange. Most people would vomit after taking the first sip. Why didn't you vomit, but swallowed it instead?"

Lu Lingche said flatly: "Your eyes were too bright at the time, and your face was full of anticipation, so I could only swallow."

For a moment, Qiao Yin couldn't tell what it was like in her heart.

It turned out that he didn't remember nothing, he even remembered her gaze and expression at that time.

Maybe, he actually cared about her too.

It's just that this care is too superficial, far less than his feelings for Lan Yuyi, so he always chooses Lan Yuyi whenever he has a choice.