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

Chapter 285

Give him a football team?
Qiao Chengxun's mind was drawn by these words, and he had to admit that this was a good idea.

As long as her body allows, he can think about it, but this matter has to wait until after she graduates from university, otherwise pregnancy will affect her studies.

Qiao Chengxun could tell that the girl was taking out Feng Wu's anger, but he didn't mind her making such a joke at all, and said cooperatively, "Is it very sour?"

"a little bit."

"Be careful next time I go in. Is there any other discomfort on my body?"

Qiao Yan Wang, your uncle, who wants to talk to you about such a naughty topic!

Wen Ti'er endured it, and continued to pretend to be a little white flower, "Yes, you are too close to me, and others will misunderstand that I am a misbehaving person."

Qiao Chengxun sneered, sorry, he didn't want to cooperate with her, but hugged her even tighter.

"I am the one who misbehaves. If you misunderstand me, you will also misunderstand me. Whoever dares to speak ill of you, I tore her mouth."

Wen Tier: "..."

Qiao Yan Wang, this sentence is a bit too much!

"Tearing your mouth hurts, I'm afraid of the pain."

"Next time I kiss you, I'll be gentler."

Depend on……

Wen Ti'er uttered a dirty word silently, but when it came to her mouth, she said: "Next time, don't kiss for so long, or I won't be able to breathe."

"How about kissing the other mouth next time?"

Damn it!

Wen Ti'er blushed, in front of Qiao Yan Wang, Nima, she is simply a little driver who just got her driver's license!

"Oh, Cheng Xun, you are too much, there are outsiders here! It's embarrassing..."

Qiao Chengxun hooked his lips and smiled charmingly, and kissed the girl's forehead calmly, "I'm an old married couple, there's nothing to be ashamed of."

Who the hell is with you as an old husband and wife!

Wen Ti'er pushed away the man's gentle and handsome face, pretending to look shyly at Feng Wu, "Feng Wu, I'm sorry, Cheng Xun and I are going to rest."

Seeing the scene of the husband and wife abusing the dog one after another, Feng Wu's complexion has already turned into a pig's liver color.

Damn bitch, she must have done it on purpose! ! ! !

Although she really wanted to hit someone, Feng Wu still said calmly: "Then I won't disturb your rest. Goodbye Brother Chengxun, goodbye Tier."

After finishing speaking, he put down the flowers and left, his footsteps were hurried, and his back was a bit embarrassed.

Wen Ti'er smiled coldly, immediately put away her disgusting face, and said angrily: "I'm so angry, you don't feel it at all?"

"How do you want me to feel?"

"..."

When she didn't ask.

If you don't understand this man's mind, it's harder than a ghost to guess.

In other words, the last time Feng Wu was hospitalized, wasn't he very nervous?
Now why isn't she afraid that Feng Wu will have a heart attack from her anger?

Qiao Chengxun kissed the girl's cherry lips, interrupted her train of thought, and said in a deep voice, "Now my only obsession with Si Si is to find the murderer for her, and I have no other thoughts."

Wen Ti'er was a little surprised that he would say such words to her, but what made her even more curious was the cause of Si Si's death.

"I heard that Si Si died in a car accident. Is it difficult to catch the driver?"

Qiao Chengxun shook his head, "It's not that simple."

"That is how the matter?"

Qiao Chengxun wanted to explain, but the phone rang suddenly. He glanced at the caller ID, then kissed the girl's forehead, and then walked to the window with the phone to answer the call.

Wen Ti'er looked at his back suspiciously. With Qiao Yanwang's strength and background, it should be easy to find the driver who caused the accident, but it has been two years since the murderer was found, which means that this murder case is very serious. Simple.

Qiao Chengxun answered the phone for a long time, so long that Wen Ti'er was sleepy, lay down on the bed, and soon fell into a deep sleep.

Sisi's death is none of her business.

　Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but I found that there are fewer votes today. Is it because your poor writing made everyone run away?Asking for a ticket, asking for a ticket, the son has not received mooncakes since he became full-time, and there is no mooncake to eat and no tickets... The loneliest Mid-Autumn Festival.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)