Mr.Yan's spoiled little wife

"Why do I have two beds in my own room?" the banquet secretary looked at josin coldly at night. His side face was very beautiful under the light.

Josin looked at the only big bed in the room. "The question is how do we sleep tonight?"

The banquet secretary was still processing the files on the computer, and his tone was not salty: "didn't you sleep together last night? It's the same tonight."

Josin: "it was a special situation last night. Xia Liu was lying in the hospital. I'm not afraid tonight. I can sleep alone."

Qiao Xin thought about it. Even if he had some good feelings for Yan Siye last night, they are not lovers now. Even marriage is

Moreover, Xia Liu is still in the intensive care unit in the hospital. The room arranged for her by the banquet family is only the room of the banquet secretary's night. If she goes out and finds another room to live in, isn't it exposed?

"I'll throw it when I use it? Is it so easy for me to bully Qiao Xin?" when hearing Qiao Xin's quotation of a scum woman who threw it when he used it up, banquet Secretary Ye smiled angrily. This is the first time he has been despised by others. It's really the first experience he's never heard of or seen.

"Didn't you climb into my bed with your pillow?" I didn't beg you to climb into my bed

In the latter sentence, josin spoke in a low voice, muttering in a low voice, and didn't dare to be heard by the banquet Secretary night.

"What are you talking about? I climb your bed? I don't think you're pathetic. I just want to say brother Siye, please accompany me. I'm afraid alone."

Banquet Secretary night thought of the pitiful scene of Qiao Xin covering her quilt last night. He was moved with compassion and worried that she would be afraid at night, but the woman said he climbed her bed?

In this world, only successive women want to climb his bed, and there is no reason for him to climb other women's beds.

The "elder brother Siye" in his mouth was so terrible that he got goose bumps all over josin: "banquet Siye, I didn't say that! I'll tell you what's wrong. But you can sleep on the sofa."

What ghost is brother Siye? She can't shout such a sticky name in her life.

Looking at the gray sofa nearby, josin felt it very comfortable, although it was a little small.

"Although I'm a little embarrassed, it's still within my tolerance."

Let the banquet Secretary sleep on the sofa at night. Josin said that his conscience would not hurt.

In fact, josin knows that even if he grabs the bed, the probability will be given to banquet night. After all, this is his room.

"Joshin, you're dreaming. The bed is mine. You can either sleep on the sofa or make a floor under the bed. I'm going to take a bath now. Before I come back, I hope to see your sleeping face sleeping soundly on the sofa."

Hearing Qiao Xinyue's attempt to occupy the bed, Yan Siye simply put down the computer and came to the opposite of Qiao Xin. The tall figure shrouded her petite figure. Under the warm light of the side light, the tall figure of Yan Siye overlapped with Qiao Xin's petite figure.

Josin: it's amazing to be tall.

He stepped back half a step, and josing opened the distance between them. Otherwise, he always looked up at him and felt that he had lost a lot of momentum.

"Hey, you, a big man, let a woman sleep on the sofa. Won't your conscience hurt? I'm going to take a bath now. I hope to see your sweet sleeping face on the sofa before I come back."

As soon as josin's voice fell, he opened his wardrobe, casually found a nightdress and rushed into the bathroom.