Grab the C position in the heart of Ao Jiao Di Shao

Chapter 189 Who is he?
On the bank of the swimming pool, Bu Qingyou looked at this pleasing scenery openly and aboveboard, and his heart beat wildly.

In fact, her young master is quite domineering in some respects. In the past, even if Miss Si Si was here, the young master would not make such a rude move.

Alas... She began to feel a little bit sympathetic to the young mistress, so it's better not to disturb their romance.

Bu Qingwei didn't dare to disturb others' sweet dreams, so she quickly hid in the villa.

There were waves of beautiful waves on the surface of the swimming pool, accompanied by the girl's furious scolding and cursing, which lasted for a long time.

A crescent moon climbed over the treetops, and the swimming pool finally became completely quiet.

Splash... The sound of water rang out, and Qiao Chengxun walked out of the water holding his girl, like a king returning from a victorious battle, with a calm expression on his face.

Wen Ti'er was really exhausted from being in the water just now, curled up in his arms weakly, with water stains on her face, her eyes were also wet, I don't know if it was tears or the water from the swimming pool.

After going upstairs, Qiao Chengxun carried the girl into his bedroom, walked into the bathroom, and finally put her in the bathtub.

Wen Ti'er looked like a dead person, her eyes were lifeless, and there was a little despair in her eyes.

Qiao Chengxun sat on the edge of the bathtub expressionlessly, leaned over to unscrew the hot water, adjusted the temperature before turning on the water.

No one spoke, everyone was thinking.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Ti'er suddenly said, with a very hoarse voice, "That painting...give it to me, within five years, I can give you a child."

Qiao Chengxun's hands trembled, his eyes froze coldly, and he lowered his head to look at the girl's lowered pretty face.

"For a painting, is it worth it?"

"You have no idea what this painting means to me."

"what?"

"Just like your obsession with Si Si."

Qiao Chengxun suddenly fell silent.

Wen Ti'er laughed at herself, and a layer of melancholy appeared in her ethereal eyes, "You still know that she is dead. I have been looking for him for eight years, and I don't even know whether he is dead or alive..."

"Who is he?" Qiao Chengxun said in a deep voice.

It turned out that there was also a person living in her heart, a person who made her willing to become a reproductive tool.

Although they haven't been together for a long time, he knows very well that she is not the kind of woman who compromises easily.

This shows how important that painting and that person are to her.

Why... he suddenly felt very upset? ?

A strong sense of boredom and sourness stirred violently in his heart, like a vortex that was getting deeper and deeper, and he couldn't calm down no matter what, this feeling was too strange, making him at a loss as to what to do.

"He is..." Wen Ti'er shook suddenly, her eyelids were heavy, and she passed out from exhaustion.

Qiao Chengxun subconsciously supported her shoulders, and the hot water gave off hazy water vapor. Under the influence of water vapor, the exhausted girl fell asleep.

You were in the swimming pool just now, it must have been more than two hours, right?

Qiao Chengxun couldn't bear to ask any more questions, let alone see her like this again, so he quickly hugged her out.

……

When I woke up, it was daylight.

Wen Ti'er opened her eyes in a daze, and there was some movement in her ears, looking for her reputation.

I saw a man with a perfect figure standing in front of the closet, with a wide top and a narrow waist, the smooth skin on the back, with a wheat-colored luster, and sharp muscle lines, rising and falling with the movement of bending over to put on trousers.

shit...

Wen Ti'er cursed in her heart, Qiao Yan Wang is a psychopath, why would he change clothes in her room early in the morning? ?
Hello!

Wen Tier, be reserved!

Wen Ti'er shook her head and looked around, a big white bed as white as snow, a spotless wooden floor, simple and exquisite European-style furniture... This is a strange bedroom.

Oh, so this is not her room.

(End of this chapter)