Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji

A Yao glanced slightly, then nodded obediently.

When Qinger returned to the room, A Yao's hand fell on the other side of the carpet, which was exactly where he was sitting.

A Yao closed her eyes and felt the temperature and breath she left behind. Her breathing gradually became disordered. How long would it take him to...

The ringtone of the phone suddenly sounded.

Ah Yao had to open his eyes and wait for his breath to recover before he answered the phone: "Mom?"

"Son, I just lied to you just now." Jing Tong's voice was a bit dismissive, "It seems that you are not progressing well now, and Qinger doesn't want to live with you at all. I said, if Qinger is completely against you It's boring, you should stop bothering her."

A Yao tickled her lips: "It is precisely because she is interesting to me that she doesn't want to live with me."

"Huh...what's the reason..."

The teenager's tone was unusually calm: "Because she was seduced by me."

Over the phone, Jing Tong choked fiercely: "Don't be too narcissistic!"

A Yao grinned: "But she still insists on putting her sister in the position."

"Okay, since that's why, why don't you pick out? Qing'er isn't that kind of squeamish character." Jing Tong said.

"Because..." A Yao's tone was a little low, "I want more."

He knew very well that Sister Qing'er was now driven by hormones at most, and he was far from being like him. And with her character of fear of trouble, once he picks out, maybe he has no chance anymore.

He has waited so long, so he must be patient.

Jing Tong snorted, "Who is your character like?...... Forget it, I don't care about you. In short, you can do whatever you want, but you can't force you to dump your sister, you must dare to mess up, I interrupt. Your leg! The third leg!"

Ah Yao broke her fists, her brow jumped hard: "Mom, what are you talking about... hang up!"

He hung up with a cold face.

How could he do anything to make her sad or disappointed.

...

The next day.

When Qinger woke up, it was more than nine o'clock. She washed and went to the restaurant as usual. Sure enough, her diligent Tianluomei boy had prepared a rich breakfast for her. But A Yao is not here. She may not have waited for her to get up, so go to the supermarket to buy it first.

Qing'er thought so, raised his chopsticks and ate it.

When she came to the living room after breakfast, she heard the sound of water coming from the balcony of the living room.

Qing'er walked over and was surprised to find that A Yao was standing beside the washing machine. He held the basket in one hand and picked up the dirty clothes in the basket and threw it into the washing machine.

"A Yao, you... ah ah let go!" Qinger suddenly found that the boy was carrying her underwear, and the whole person was bad.

She rushed to grab her clothes from A Yao's hand, her face flushed: "Who made you touch this basket!"

"It's full..." He glanced at her with a somewhat innocent look. "It's just thrown into the washing machine anyway. I think you might have forgotten..."

"I forgot, you just remind me, who let you do it yourself?" She was furious, "you must not touch my clothes in the future!"

He was stunned and his eyes fell on the underwear snatched back by her.

"Sister Qing'er." He raised his lips, "Are you shy?"