Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 738 Knowing the Truth 2
Listening to the content on the phone, Qiao Yimo's pupils shrank slightly.

The veins on his forehead popped out.

She held the phone tightly, her nails turning white.

The girl who has always been calm has never been so out of control.
At this time, she heard the sound of water in the bathroom, and she heard the whole content of the phone call.

So, Qiao Yimo hastily hung up the phone.

"Are you done washing?" She looked up at the man.

The man nodded, wiped his hair with a towel hanging around his neck, and said calmly, "Who were you talking on the phone just now?"

The sound of the water was too loud for him to hear clearly.

I only heard about my sister and my father.

Qiao Yimo snorted, and said expressionlessly: "Just now, when my classmate told me about my sister and father, I just mentioned it.

The man nodded and was about to go downstairs to pour coffee.

Qiao Yimo looked at his back, stood up suddenly, then walked over to hold his hand, "After drying your hair, go down, I'm not thirsty."

The man's heart softened, and he smiled lightly and said, "Who said I'll pour it for you?"

Qiao Yimo knew that he was joking with her, so she didn't get angry, and just wanted to dry the man's hair.

"I'll do it!" She grabbed the towel and said calmly, "I haven't wiped your hair for so long, have I?"

Leng Juan felt comfortable being served by those little hands, the corners of his lips curled up, and he said a little aggrieved: "You just know, you little heartless."

Qiao Yimo's eyes dimmed, and she said calmly, "So, I don't want this to be the last time."

After the words fell, the man frowned.

Before he could ferment that doubt, Qiao Yimo quickly changed the subject, "I mean, I'll wipe it for you every day from now on."

"Madam is so kind!" Leng Juan wrapped her waist around her and put her on his lap.

The two were so silent.

No one opened their mouths to speak, but they also felt sweet and warm, quite a feeling that silence is better than sound at this time.

She didn't slowly move away from his hair until it was dry.

Moving all the way down, you will soon be able to see the man's back.

The pattern is majestic and imposing.

It's good to be like this all the time.

His life should be like the meaning of this pattern.

"Why don't you let me wash it for you?" Qiao Yimo frowned, looking at the red tattoo on the back.

Leng tiredly smiled, and pushed back the hair on her forehead, "Ma'am, I didn't wash my back, probably the water got on it by accident, so don't be angry."

He was not very interested in seeing her sitting by the window just now, so he didn't want to trouble her.

But unexpectedly, she was so enthusiastic this time.

Qiao Yimo pondered for a while, then nodded, "Okay."

"Then I'll go down and make a cup of coffee and bring up those ointments, and you just stay there and don't move."

When the man saw her ordering seriously, he wanted to laugh.

He reached for the towel in her hand, and when she left, he patted her buttocks, "Go."

I don't know why, but she is extraordinarily well-behaved today.

Like a little daughter-in-law.

Cold and tired, my heart is slightly sweet.

And Qiao Yimo walked out of that door, unable to pretend anymore.

She clenched her fists tightly, wanting to hit the wall hard.

It's a pity that she can't let the man see anything strange.

Yan Si actually used that despicable method.

He dared to touch that kind of thing!
frenzied!

Very well, her dream echoed back and forth.

This dream is so damn accurate!
Yan Si, I can't stay anymore.

She couldn't stand it for even a second.

Qiao Yimo took a deep breath, didn't make the coffee, and walked directly to the sofa.

Open the schoolbag, take out a tube of anesthetic, and draw the liquid into the syringe.

Then, she took out another bottle of ointment and pinched it in her hand.

(End of this chapter)