First Lady

Chu Qiao's hands holding the steering wheel trembled: "Uh...no, just a little insomnia!"

Ming Ye's gloomy face made Chu Qiao feel uneasy for a while. He racked his brains to think, did he offend the young master today?

No!It has been less than an hour since we met, and he has spoken less than ten sentences.

And what they said were all everyday questions, and there was absolutely nothing offensive.

Ming Ye heard the veins on his forehead twitch twice, and gave Chu Qiao a blank look. [

"Insomnia? Your kid will also suffer from insomnia? Who is it? Is it because Mi was gone last night, and you feel finally liberated, so go out and fool around for a night to celebrate?"

When they were young, they trained together, no matter where they were or what the weather was, whether it was the scorching tropical rainforest or the dry and water-scarce Gobi Desert, once they stopped to rest Chu Qiao fell asleep within three seconds.

After other people return from abroad, they will not be able to adjust to the jet lag for a few days, but Chu Qiao has never had the concept of jet lag.

Said insomnia, who would believe it!It's okay to lie to others, there is no way to lie to them.

Chu Qiao trembled all over this time, it was a great injustice, if it wasn't for driving the car, he would have turned around and threw himself on Ming Ye.

Chu Qiao shouted loudly: "Young master, I am wronged. I really didn't go out to fool around. I really suffered from insomnia last night. I didn't fall asleep until one or two in the morning."

When it comes to insomnia, even Chu Qiao himself is very strange. This is a strange thing that has never happened since he was born and lived for more than 20 years.

I don't know why I tossed and turned in bed last night and couldn't fall asleep.

He ran to the living room, wandered around and watched TV for several hours, and then went back to the room until two or three o'clock in the morning before falling asleep vaguely.

Ming Ye casually grabbed the newspaper, crumpled it up and threw it at the back of Chu Qiao's head.

"I think you fought on the bed until one or two o'clock, but you don't have to be so hopeless, do you know how long Mi Sha will stay in the Ming Mansion this time? If you want to be romantic, there are many opportunities."

To Chu Qiao's ears, Ming Ye's words seemed a little... a little uneasy.

Misha, the iceberg girl with a paralyzed face, finally left his house, and he returned to the happy days of a single nobleman, which should be something to be happy about.

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