He really thinks of himself as a little milk dog,

The movements are skillful and identical to that clingy cocoa.

The coquettish rubbed and found that Qiao Weitang was completely unmoved, and continued to eat breakfast calmly.

Heartless woman.

He reached out and grabbed one of her arms, not to eat.

This also didn't bother Qiao Weitang, she could even open the fruit box he brought with one hand,

Use a small spoon to scoop the diced fruit and eat.

The little milk dog was stiff, holding her soft body and swaying, "Do you want to comb it?" ”

Qiao Weitang took a bite of the cold fruit box, "Don't give it, what can you ......do with me?"

The words came to an abrupt end.

The white cheeks were crimson, the pearl-like white earlobes were gently bitten by him, and the soft short hair rubbed against her cheeks.

Qiao Weitang was speechless in an instant,

The tingling sensation spreads from the earlobe.

"Dog, don't bite me."

He let out a low hum, unmoved.

Qiao Weitang wanted to hide, but he was detained.

The spoon in his hand fell on the table with a crisp "ding".

Feeling her stiff back, he couldn't help but laugh,

"Huh?" His lips were close to his ears, his voice was low and slightly hoarse, and she deliberately teased her with red faces, "Do you want to comb it?" ”

Where the hell is this little milk dog,

The little wolf dog is not as good as your wolf, and Ning can switch it so easily.

Qiao Weitang couldn't help being teased by him, "Comb." ”

Jiang Tong suddenly pulled her to the dresser with great interest.

"Huh?"

Why is this still not eaten?

What's so good to comb your hair! 軒軒書

In the end, the villain in Qiao Weitang's heart roared, and sat on the stool obediently, like a schoolboy sitting upright.

"What the hell are you going to give me a haircut?"

This still has to be determined first,

If this dog dares to give her a cupola braid, an invincible whirlwind spinning top, she can screw his head off on the spot.

Jiang Tong didn't know it, but he just wanted to comb her hair.

When I was a child, my mother's most precious long black and silky hair was always carefully taken care of, and she changed her hairstyles every day to make different good-looking hairstyles.

But Jojo doesn't like to take care of her hair, and always ties it loosely and casually.

When she was in the training room, she was sometimes so rough that she could tie up her hair with any takeaway chopsticks.

At the end of the training, he would put down his phone and silently support her to look at her.

Reach out and take the chopsticks,

Thousands of green silks poured down in an instant, flowing into the young man's heart.

He wanted to comb her hair early on.

Qiao Weitang picked up his small wooden comb and handed it to him, "Forget it, you can come as you like." ”

Anyway, it was useless for her not to let it.

He came up to her again and teased her like this, and her legs were weak.

It's so unproductive, dog, it's so good-looking.

Jiang Tong was bending down to get a comb at this time, leaning out from behind her shoulders, and her slender neck was on her cheeks, with the scorching gentleness unique to a young man.

Qiao Weitang looked sideways slightly, seeing his raised Adam's apple and fair neck skin,

His skin was white, and pale blue veins could be seen.

Qiao Weitang looked at his Adam's apple and wondered why the girl didn't have it.

"Is it pretty?"

There was a faint smile in his voice.

Qiao Weitang suddenly found that he had already gotten the comb and kept his posture unchanged.

The boy looked at her from top to bottom,

The long eyelashes hang down, the eyes are dark and moist, and the tails of the eyes have a faint crimson, which is more charming than a girl.