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

Chapter 201 Qiao Yan Wang, you make an offer!

Chapter 201 Qiao Yan Wang, you make an offer!

After hearing the girl's sincere appeal for help, Qiao Chengxun's solemn and cold handsome face suddenly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, and a layer of bloodthirsty chill appeared in his cold eyes.

She wants to find her sweetheart, he has no objection, that is her freedom.

But damn it, how dare she propose to use his name to find her sweetheart, what is he?
He is her husband!

"Do you think it's appropriate to use your husband's name to find your sweetheart?"

"There's nothing inappropriate. We're working together for mutual benefit. As long as the Weibo account is created well, I'll help you update Weibo from time to time and show your love anytime, anywhere."

"Wentie, you should die."

After Qiao Chengxun finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Wen Ti'er looked at the phone inexplicably, is Qiao Yanwang sick?

Did she talk to him nicely?

Did she say something wrong? ?

Depend on!
are you crazy!

Reluctant to call him again: "Qiao Yan Wang, you make a condition!"

After a while, a beautiful voice like a cello bass came from the phone, "I never discuss conditions on the phone. If you want to talk, come to me."

"Okay!" Wen Ti'er said through gritted teeth, and hung up the phone directly.

Qiao Yanwang, don't you just want to embarrass your aunt?
Hehehe, I will let you see how amazing your aunt is when you look back!
Put the phone away, ran downstairs with a rattle, and shouted loudly: "Gently, come out, I have something to ask for your help!"

As soon as he got down to the first floor, Bu Qingqing appeared like a ghost.

"Young Mistress, what's the matter?"

"I want to make a loving afternoon tea for your young master. You can teach me how to do it."

Step lightly: "..."

Young Mistress, is her brain flooded?

O_O! ! !

Last night, the young mistress just jumped into the swimming pool and soaked for two hours. Could it be that her brain was flooded? ? ?

Seeing her strange expression, Wen Ti'er said angrily, "What's your expression, can you give me a word!"

"Young mistress, the young master doesn't have the habit of drinking afternoon tea, and your hands are not healed yet, so you can't cook."

"It's sincere enough to cook for him when he's injured. In short, you don't need to worry about my hands. Teach me how to make afternoon tea."

"Young Mistress..."

"Forget it, if you don't teach me, I can find strategies online by myself,"

Bu Qingyou was at a loss, and interrupted: "Young Mistress, let me teach you, but there are many kinds of afternoon tea, which one do you want to learn?"

Wen Ti'er tilted her head, thought carefully, and a sly smile suddenly appeared on the corner of her lips.

"under!"

"..."

three hours later.

Wen Tier cooked the noodles three times, but all ended in failure.

In fact, Wen Tier has zero talent for cooking, and her IQ of 0 is completely cut off from the kitchen.

It's not that she can't learn, but...she's afraid of fire.

Every time the body gets a little closer to the fire, the body will instinctively repel it. Because of this, the spatula has been thrown by her countless times.

Bu Weiwei persuasively persuaded: "Young Mistress, forget it, I will help you make it, and then when you take it to the Young Master, you will say that you made it, and I will try my best to make it less delicious."

"No, Qiao Yan Wang is very smart, we can't fool him."

Wen Ti'er strongly objected, the kitchen has always been a place she wanted to overcome, and she was born to be strong, if she didn't cook this bowl of noodles today, she wouldn't be called Wen Ti'er!
"Young Mistress, if you continue to toss, it will be almost dinner time."

"Dinner is just dinner. It's a big deal to make it for Qiao Yanwang's supper."

"Young Mistress..."

Bu Qingnian's heart: T_T Please let me go...

(End of this chapter)

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