Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

Chang Che patted the steering wheel, thinking it was exactly what I wanted.

The disgruntled man suddenly became angry, parked the car immediately, ran a few steps in the rain, and rushed into the house.

He shook his clothes, and Qiongying, who was about to go upstairs, stopped there, blinked, and looked at Chang Che who came in for no reason, with both hands propped on the railing of the stairs, and smiled condescendingly at him: "Why, you can't bear me ah?"

Chang Che raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to her: "Go up to sleep, I'll talk to your brother."

"Cut!" Qiongying turned her head proudly and ignored her.

Thinking that he was reluctant to part with her, he came into the room again, but it turned out that it was not for her, Qiongying walked back to the bedroom with haughty steps without looking back.

But, impatient woman.

After changing a suit of clothes, he hesitated and went downstairs again.

As expected, Chang Che and his brother were chatting in the living room. The man spread his arms casually on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs and looked idle and arrogant, with a cigarette in his hand. With an arrogant smile in his mouth.

That appearance was so arrogant and crazy, it was completely different from being alone with her.

When he was with her, he was used to restraining his domineering attitude; when he was with others, whether it was his brother or his subordinates, they were all crazy.

"What are you talking about?"

Qiongying walked over, grabbed the pillow on the sofa and sat beside him.

Chang Che tilted his body and smiled slyly: "I told your brother, you will belong to me in the future, and if there are other families who come to propose marriage, they will all be turned away."

Qiongying gave him a white look, pretending she didn't hear him.

He casually picked up the oranges on the coffee table, picked one and stuffed it into his mouth. "Brother, don't listen to his nonsense."

With a hiss, Fu Jun lit a cigarette, threw the lighter on the coffee table casually, and looked at his sister in the same arrogant sitting posture, with a hint of connivance in his eyes: "I don't like it? He has poor skills?"

Qiongying's eyes bulged, and she picked up the orange peel and threw it at Fu Jun, cursing: "There is no good thing, I went upstairs to sleep!"

Chang Che pulled the woman who had already got up into his arms with one hand, and smiled lowly: "Don't worry, I'm satisfied with my skills."

"Aren't you two disgusting and I will die?" She responded with cold eyes.

Fu Jun shrugged, Chang Che put out the cigarette, put his arms around her shoulders, and asked in silence, "You said I made you sick?"

Qiongying avoided his touch, looked at her elder brother who was smiling meaningfully, and scolded both of them with one sentence: "You two are disgusting!"

Fu Jun pretended to be innocent, and shook his clothes: "Okay, I'm going to go up to rest. Che, that matter, that's it."

Chang Che nodded: "Okay, leave it to me. Don't worry about my work, and the profit will be [-]% or [-]% by then."

"When will this tattoo be washed off?" When Fu Jun completely disappeared from sight, Chang Che's gaze suddenly turned to the tattoo on her back, and his eyes obviously darkened.

"Why do you need to wash?"

She smoothed her hair to cover the tattoo.

"Don't wash it?" Wearing his tattoo for the rest of his life?

How could Chang Che be able to tolerate such a thing? He reached out and touched it: "You don't seem to have told me what that line of small words means, uh?"

Qiongying's face changed, and she wanted to run away in a panic, but she was hugged by the waist before her intention rose.Chang Che's voice came from the back of his head: "Don't tell me yet?"