After rebirth, the big guy always wants to occupy me

Qiao Zhiyu was strangely silent.

She suddenly realized that the question just asked was too much, and had completely exceeded the due boundary between her and Qi Zhanxing.

Being bound by a paper contract and mutual benefit, what is the position to discuss whether it is in the bowl or in the pot?

Whether it's in a bowl or a pot, there are still feelings involved. She and Qi Zhanxing

What the hell is this between them?

She hung her head and didn't say a word, and Qi Zhanxing didn't urge. She just looked at her with deep eyes, looked at the tangled look on Qiao Zhiyu's face, and watched her become calm and alienated from expectation and intimacy.

The faint heat in the man's eyes gradually cooled down.

Qiao Zhiyu bent his lips and barely outlined a smile: "I just asked casually. Don't care, Mr. Qi."

She thought Qi Zhanxing's just words were a beating to her, reminding her of her more and more indulgent and close heart.

Qi Zhanxing tightened his knuckles holding the tea cup, and there were faint green tendons on his back.

"I've talked in my head since then."

Qiao Zhiyu became more and more embarrassed: "... Sorry."

Fortunately, Tang Chi came in with Jiang Kangcheng in time, which effectively alleviated the rigid atmosphere.

"Miss Qiao really guessed it. The boy really wanted to run."

Qi Zhanxing's cold eyes instantly locked Jiang Kangcheng, and the cold momentum made the surrounding air stagnate.

"I don't like people who don't have a long memory over and over again."

Jiang Kangcheng didn't know that he was acting as an outlet for some reason. He just felt that the blood in his blood vessels was frozen under the man's indifferent sight. He shrank, took out his memory card, forced himself to defend and said, "I, I didn't want to run... I was ready to come to find Miss Qiao as soon as I got something..."

With a sneer, Qiao Zhiyu picked up the black tea and walked forward to slowly pour it on Jiang Kangcheng's head.

She knows Jiang Kangcheng too well. He is timid, incompetent, greedy and selfish. He will never cry without seeing the coffin.

Jiang Kangcheng was poured with hot black tea on his head and face, but he didn't even dare to cry and avoid. He could only shiver and die.

"Are you awake? Don't fool me when you are awake." Qiao Zhiyu smashed the black tea cup on the ground and broke it. His high-heeled shoes stepped on the fragmented porcelain pieces until the broken porcelain was stepped into blocks of uniform size, and then he smiled, "kneel down."

In the hot summer, Jiang Kangcheng was scared into a cold sweat by the soft smile on Qiao Zhiyu's face.

He wore a pair of thin casual pants. The broken porcelain pieces were the size of his thumb. If he knelt down, he would definitely cut his knee. If he didn't hurt his muscles and bones, he might be disabled.

"Joe..."

"Shh." Qiao Zhiyu interrupted him, shaking his index finger on his lips. "I'm completely impatient with you. Kneel up and don't let me say it for the third time."

The bodyguards around him were imposing. The man sitting behind Qiao Zhiyu was covered with frost. Jiang Kangcheng regretted that he didn't fall, but under such a situation, he couldn't lift the courage to resist. His legs trembled, his knees gradually bent down and knelt heavily on the porcelain.

When the sharp pain hit Jiang Kangcheng, he couldn't help screaming.

Qiao Zhiyu looked coldly and felt very happy.

"Kneel down."

Jiang Kangcheng leaned on his upper body and hurriedly supported the ground with his hands to stabilize his body leaning to the side. He said with a cold sweat and a flattering smile: "Joe, Miss Qiao, I've done it according to your meaning. Can you let me go without remembering the villains?"

Qiao Zhiyu turned and sat back, reached out and pointed to the memory card: "give me something."

Tang Chi was about to reach out to help her, but Qiao Zhiyu stopped him.

The beautiful woman leaned back on the couch like a smile, her tone was cold and playful.

"Let him bring it to me himself and give it to me on his knees."

Jiang Kangcheng shrunk fiercely and looked at Qiao Zhiyu as if he were looking at a ghost who would kill him.

He gasped a few times and moved his knees hard to get close to Qiao Zhiyu. The cold sweat fell on the ground drop by drop, mixed with the seeping blood and water, and looked like a gray mouse that was only suitable to stay in the sewer.

Less than two meters away, Jiang Kangcheng moved for nearly five minutes. Qiao Zhiyu looked so lukewarm that there was no wave on his face.

Is Jiang Kangcheng miserable?

It's terrible.

Can it be worse than her previous life?

Is it worse than the qiaozhiyu whose life was destroyed in the previous life?

When he finally got to Qiao Zhiyu, Jiang Kangcheng was exhausted and soaked in cold sweat.

He raised the memory card with trembling hands. The black memory card was full of sweat and blood. It looked very dirty.

Qiao Zhiyu frowned and was about to take over with disgust, but a hand like a bamboo stretched out from the side.

Without saying a word, Qi Zhanxing wiped the edges and corners of the memory card with a paper towel, and the engraved perfect knuckles were inevitably stained with stains.

"..." Qiao Zhiyu stared at the man's fingers and felt uncomfortable all over.

What the hell does this man mean?

Warning her for a while and teasing her for a while. What's Ann's heart?

When Qi Zhanxing wiped the memory card clean, the discerning servant handed over the laptop he had just brought.

Qiao Zhiyu endured again and again. Finally, she sighed in frustration. She stretched out her hand towards Qi Zhanxing: "give me your hand."

Qi Zhanxing turned his head on his side and his eyes flashed gently. He stretched out his hand for a long time.

"Obviously it's dirty. Why do you have to do it yourself?" Qiao Zhiyu looked helpless and drew a paper towel to gently wipe his finger abdomen.

The man's temperature was on the high side. When Qiao Zhiyu held his hand, he just felt like covering a fire. The fire burned all the way from the palm to the bottom of his heart and gradually became a prairie fire.

Qiao Zhiyu was astringent and angry. He was very angry. He wiped Qi Zhanxing's finger belly more and more red, and the paper towel was rubbed out and rolled into thin strips. It looked funny.

Qiao Zhiyu: "

I'm really angry. Even a piece of paper is against her!

Qi Zhanxing's lips were slightly curved. He hooked his red fingers upward and stroked them gently in Qiao Zhiyu's palm, just like a light feather.

"..." Qiao Zhiyu shook his hand and instinctively held the man's mischievous fingers, "you..."

Qi Zhanxing looked pale, as if nothing had happened: "what's the matter?"

"..." Qiao Zhiyu choked and wanted to stare two holes in Qi Zhanxing's hand. She was lucky and drew her hand back with a wooden face. "It's all right. Let's see what he took first."

Qi Zhanxing was noncommittal. He just rubbed his fingertips slowly and moved very gently.

Qiao Zhiyu was numb. He just felt that what the man rubbed was not her hands, but her heart!

She barely stretched her face, opened the video file in the memory card with the player, and impulsively dragged the progress bar directly to the middle.

He Xinya's loud groan sounded instantly and lasted for a long time in a dead garden.

Qi Zhanxing twitched slightly at the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to block the lower half of his face.

Qiao Zhiyu: "

Ah, ah, collapse!