"Jiang Tong?"

"Dogs?"

"Dog stuff?"

Qiao Weitang straightened his waist and didn't dare to move, and called his name three times in a row.

The boy's soft hair swept around her neck, like a feather skimming, tickling.

"Hmmm......"

He replied in a low voice, his voice slightly hoarse, not as clear as usual.

Qiao Weitang moved his shoulders slightly, his eyes were closed, but his delicate brows were furrowed, and he rubbed on her neck with some dissatisfaction.

"Don't move."

With the appearance of a little milk dog, Qiao Weitang really didn't move, and let him lean on it.

She booked a Didi taxi and waited for the driver on the side of the road.

The shadow of the eyes falling on the ground.

In the shadows, they are so intimate, like a couple in love.

Qiao Weitang's eyes flashed, and she squeezed her phone tightly with one hand.

She suddenly whispered, "Dog, can my sister touch your head?" ”

Then answer yourself, "Yes." ”

Reaching out and landing lightly on the top of his head, he hurriedly retracted again.

How do you look like a dead pervert.

The kind that looks like the little milk dog gets drunk and takes advantage of people's danger.

"Coco, don't make a fuss."

With a low voice, with a thick doting, Qiao Weitang's movements froze instantly.

Ever since she knew Jiang Tong, she had really never seen him speak to anyone in such a doting tone.

She's really ...... Take advantage of people's danger.

Qiao Weitang's gaze fell on the shadow on the ground again, and he only felt uncomfortable.

Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, the old lady is not interested in him.

Don't you think he's a little good-looking, cute, cute, and wants to rub his head......

“……”

Qiao Weitang suddenly ruthlessly used his hand to push away a certain milk dog leaning on him mercilessly.

Her movement was so large that Jiang Tong woke up instantly, he almost didn't stand firm, his eyes were a little confused, and he stared straight at her.

Qing Shui's eyes were clear, a little dazed, and a little ignorant.

Fair-skinned and delicate like a doll, she looked at her aggrievedly.

Qiao Weitang wanted to cry without tears.

What the hell do you want to do with my mother?!

She suddenly said fiercely, "Give me the phone." ”

The little milk dog did not hesitate to hand over his mobile phone.

Qiao Weitang saw that he was so obedient, he was a little satisfied, and flipped through his contact list, wanting to find Coco.

"I called her and asked her to take you home, you sleep on her, spoil her, and look at her with the unbearable gaze of this old man......"

Jiang Tong's brows furrowed more and more, and he was silent for a long time, "What kind of bird language are you talking about?" ”

How could he not understand?

“…… Can you talk to girls be more elegant and vulgar! ”

Qiao Weitang scolded without raising his head.

Jiang Tong: You, a person who has a lot of exports, are also embarrassed to say that others are vulgar.

He couldn't help but smile.

Qiao Weitang heard the laughter and looked up at him, only to feel that the deep dimples on this white and soft face seemed to be filled with wine.

He's not drunk, she's getting drunk.

"Jojo, don't wear a skirt." He suddenly said seriously.

An arrow ruthlessly poked Qiao Weitang's little heart.

"I'm a girl, why can't I wear it."

They all like soft girls! Everyone likes soft girls!

"Oh, you know you're a girl."

Relentless Arrows × 2

Qiao Weitang didn't find Coco for a long time, and when he heard this sentence again, he came up.

She squinted, took a step forward, approached him, and gritted her teeth, "See clearly, I'm not a girl!" ”