Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 1643 The electric shock is great, so warm oil (32)

   "I am not weak, and my left hand is not injured."

  Thinking that he has been scorned, Qi Jingmo insists that he also has to carry a bag.

  Su Qiao thought for a while, put down the bag in his hand, took out a small bag of vegetables from the shopping bag and stuffed it into his hand: "You carry this."

  "……"

  Holding a small bundle of vegetables less than two catties in both hands, Qi Jingmo was a little messy in the wind.

  How does he feel that he is regarded as a weak talent who cannot be carried on his shoulders and cannot be carried by his hands?

   "You want to mention it and it has satisfied you, don't you want to go?"

  Seeing that he hadn't followed him, Su Qiao turned around and greeted him.

  Qi Jingmo held the bundle of green vegetables stupidly, and slowly followed.

  As soon as the two walked out of the supermarket door, there was a roar of laughter from behind.

  Su Qiao didn't think there was anything, but Qi Jingmo's face turned red after brushing the ground.

   "What are you blushing?" Su Qiao felt strange.

  From the first three planes, he should not be a person who cares about other people's thoughts and opinions.

  Qi Jingmo patted her face, staring at her a little bit resentfully: "They are laughing at me."

  "They are not laughing at you, they are...there is a problem with the brain, yes, it is a problem with the brain."

  Su Qiao couldn't find any good excuses for a while.

  Of course, she also really thinks those people are wrong.

  After all, she didn't think what had happened was funny at all.

   "Your comfort is not convincing at all." Qi Jingmo still looked resentful.

  Su Qiao thought for a while: "Then I go back and make them unable to laugh?"

  Although this is a bit cumbersome, it can be considered a faster way.

  Laugh...Can’t laugh?

  Is that what he thought?

  Qi Jingmo did not forget that she had a bad temper.

   "That... forget it, anyway, I don't care what others think."

   Even if you mind, you can’t really run back and beat up the innocent people, right?

   "That's not enough, let's live our own lives, and take care of what they do."

  Speaking, Su Qiao walked forward with two big bags lightly.

Qi Jingmo behind    thought for a while, as if he had figured out something, his smile slowly climbed onto his Qingjun’s face: "That's right."

  What do others think, what does it matter to them?

  They feel good about it!

  Qi Jingmo felt that his previous entanglement was really ridiculous.

   "Go faster, take two steps and stop for half a day like you, we can't get home at night."

Seeing that he didn't follow up again, Su Qiao stopped again a little helplessly.

   Qi Jingmo showed her a bright smile: "Here."

  *

  After the two of them had lunch, Su Qiao started to give him a needle and rub medicine as usual.

"how do you feel today?"

  Su Qiao rubbed the palms of his hands, poured some ointment, and began to help him rub his wrists earnestly, with little or no strength.

   "It's a bit hot."

  Qi Jingmo nodded slightly and looked at her quietly, his eyes flickering slightly.

   "Then it shows the effect."

   is almost as she predicted.

  Su Qiao is relieved.

  "Are your hands cured like this?"

  Qi Jingmo's gaze fell on her white and tender little hands, and the roots of her ears suddenly became hot.

  Although they have been in contact for a while, he even came to help her clean up the room and cook for her from time to time.

  Or occasionally make a cup of tea and drink, but this is the first time for such an intimate act.

  He doesn’t remember...how he started.

  It seems to be... After that night that dream, he inexplicably wanted to get closer to her, and then to her.

  (End of this chapter)