Warm marriage: Mr.Nan spoils wife addictively

Qiao Yu held a handful of water in his hand and poured it on his face. Looking at himself in the mirror, he sat down wearily along the sink. He didn't expect that he would be drowned in wine one day.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he would think of Jian Yao's face, her smile and every move.

Why, why did he get interested in a woman for the first time, but she was married and became a wife? It's because I can't get it, so I really feel pain. I can only paralyze myself with the help of alcohol.

Joyce could not believe that he had an idea for a married woman. Even Qiao Yu felt that he didn't mind that Jian Yao had a child at all. As a matter of fact, his contact with Jian Yao is just a few sides.

At this age, Qiao Yu has never really been attracted to any woman. They always approach him with purpose, and they don't know whether it is true or false. He couldn't tell, and he didn't care to tell.

After all, alcohol played a role, Qiao Yu's mind began to become dizzy, and his thinking gradually dispersed.

In the box.

Ning Yu took a sip of the wine and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He has never seen such a decadent Qiao Yu, but recently he has not heard of the news that the business of Qiao's group has gone wrong.

If it's not frustration in the workplace, it's love?

As it happens, Ning Yu turns around and sees Qiao Yu's mobile phone on the sofa. The screen is still on, like I forgot to lock it.

Ning Yu is at war with heaven and man in his heart. He and Qiao Yu have known each other for so long. He is really curious about what happened to Qiao Yu. But Qiao Yu himself refused to say, perhaps, there will be clues in Qiao Yu's mobile phone.

However, if Qiao Yu's strong character is found out by him, the consequences will be unimaginable... Ning Yu is excited as he thinks about it.

Tangled for a long time, Ning Yu's curiosity gained the upper hand. He looked warily at the door of the box, determined that Qiao Yu had not come back, found a hidden corner, squatted aside and began to turn over Qiao Yu's mobile phone.

Ning Yu first looked at wechat and roughly looked through the contacts. He found that there were not even a few women in it, and the chat record was clean. He looked at other social software, but there was still no sign.

Finally, Ning Yu opens Qiao Yu's photo album. The album is also very clean, except for some file screenshots, and even no portraits.

Ning Yu bored to turn two, is thinking to give up, suddenly in front of a bright, this woman is who? The photo is taken secretly, only the side face can be seen, even some paste, but it can still be seen that the woman's body and face are beautiful, and she is a rare beauty.

Lying trough, there is a situation!

Ning Yu was surprised to grow up. This woman's picture stands out in a pile of file photos, and it's in the most prominent position. Intuition told him that this woman must not be simple.

Ning Yu secretly passed the photo to himself, deleted the wechat message, and put back the mobile phone with a guilty conscience. It's hard for him to imagine that Joyce would take a picture of a woman. This old fellow of iron tree has been blooming.

At this moment, the door of the box room was pushed open, and Joe waddled in from the outside. Although the footstep is flimsy, but the spirit of the whole person seems to be much better, and the wine seems to wake up a bit.

Ning Yu quickly put the mobile phone back to its original position and sipped the wine as if nothing had happened.

Qiao Yu didn't look at Ning Yu directly, so he didn't find Ning Yu's abnormality. He leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes without saying a word.

Ning Yu is aware of Qiao Yu's drinking capacity. It's no surprise that he wakes up in such a short time. He reached out and shook his hand in front of Qiao Yu's eyes, carefully confirming, "are you sober?"

"Wake up." Qiao Yu's voice was less lazy and more deep.

After listening to this answer, Ning Yu was silent for a moment, and finally asked the question in his heart: "brother, are you lovelorn? Which woman without eyes dare to do this to you? "

Although this is a question, the answer in Ning Yu's mind is a positive sentence.

Lovelorn? Qiao Yu laughed at himself in his heart. He had never been in love at all. Where did he get lovelorn? I have to say that such a self is both ridiculous and pitiful.

Ning Yu was waiting for the answer, while Qiao Yu glanced at him distantly and indifferently. "Shut up, why do you talk so much today?"

Ning Yu flat mouth wrongly, today is he did not know how many times by this kind of grievance was despised. Normally, Qiao Yu's character was a little odd occasionally, but he never lost his temper as frequently as today.

Most of the time, Qiao Yu is always happy and angry, but he is more calm when he is upset. He is not so calm and self-sustaining.

It turns out that when he encounters problems in his relationship, he will also feel upset.

However, Ning Yu is more and more curious. What is the sacred woman who can make Qiao Yu feel this kind of emotion? Since Joe Yu himself refused to talk, don't blame him for asking.

Ning Yu thinks more and more is proud, fortunately he witty, saved that woman's picture. People who can be liked by Qiao Yu should have no difference in life background and appearance.

See Ning Yu quiet down no longer East ask West ask, Qiao Yu poured a cup of water for himself, a cup of water after the stomach, the feeling of burning in the stomach just faded down.

Maybe Qiao Yu's face looked slightly relaxed, and the people who had just come to make up with him slowly gathered together again. Instead of persuading them to drink, they found a topic to chat with Qiao Yu.

After all, their goal is not to get Joe drunk, but to take the opportunity to connect with him.

But Qiao Yu is not willing to continue to play on the occasion. He is not stupid and gives it to others for nothing. So he was so cold to these people that he didn't want to give them a good look.

The people on the scene were all human beings, and they couldn't see the change of Qiao Yu's mood. They flattered each other, and they didn't see Qiao Yu give a look, so they had to leave bitterly.

Subject to changing moods, many of them make complaints about Joe's temper.

Qiao Yu didn't care about the opinions of the irrelevant people at all. Other people's opinions were not itchy or painful to him. He lay lazily on the sofa and began to close his eyes. His hands unconsciously pressed on his temples, trying to relieve the headache caused by alcohol.

There was a small space around Qiao Yu, and the noise of people's playing decreased unconsciously. No one dared to touch the God of plague at this time. You can't make friends with it, you can't bore it, can you?