"I knew that as soon as you came back, Qiao's house would not be at peace. [No pop-ups. "Joss Nian can't do anything about her.

"You still hate me." Ye Jiaqi was even more angry, "Then I'll go, you can play by yourself and go find your Mrs. Qiao." ”

After that, Ye Jiaqi really had to leave with her cake.

She didn't look back, and went to her room on the third floor.

Her room has always been lived by Qiao Chengfan, and there seems to be the smell of milk on the little guy's body in the room.

The room was clean and clean.

Ye Jiaqi really didn't know what point he had taken a fancy to Qiao Sinian.

Except for being good-looking and spending more time in bed, there are really no other advantages.

No, soon she won't be able to raise her.

Mrs. Joe, Mrs. Joe

If he really becomes a pauper, which girl will marry him.

Ye Jiaqi was eating cake, and couldn't help but remember that when he was in Chicago, he asked her if he became a poor egg, and she would not be able to raise him.

She coaxed him to raise it at that time.

But now she repented.

Ye Jiaqi ate a few bites of cake in a row, and the more he ate, the more aggrieved he became.

How much is Mrs. Joe's title worth and is reluctant to give it to her? Even if she is reluctant, she still doesn't want it.

Ye Jiaqi sat on the bed and turned on the TV angrily.

At the head of the bed, Qiao Chengfan's little tiger was still there.

That's what she bought for the little one.

Ye Jiaqi took the little tiger into his arms, silently ate cake and watched TV.

The feeling of holding the little tiger is the same as holding Qiao Chengfan.

Suddenly, she missed the little one.

Suddenly, I wanted to hug the little guy and watch TV together.

For dinner, Joss Nian came upstairs.

Outside the window, it was already dark, and the day turned into night in a blink of an eye.

When Joss came in, he saw that Ye Jiaqi was watching a bubble drama with no nutrition again, and it was still like a few years ago, and there was no change at all.

"Come down and eat."

Ye Jiaqi was silent and didn't even look at him.

"Ye Jiaqi, come down to eat." Joss repeated, his voice low.

"I don't eat it."

"Don't eat?" Joss raised an eyebrow.

"Don't eat it."

"Okay, don't eat it, do you? If you don't eat, you can sleep alone at night. ”

"Sleep alone, sleep alone, you think I'm going to sleep with you?" Ye Jiaqi turned his head angrily, a little unwilling.

Joss Nian closed the door and walked over.

He bent down suddenly, his big hand reaching through her sweater.

His hands were cold, Ye Jiaqi screamed and glared at him: "What are you doing?" ”

Her body reacted shamefully because of his touch.

He leaned down, a face close to her.

"Don't want to sleep with me? Well? As he spoke, he rubbed his hand with force.

"You take advantage of me, you take advantage of me." Ye Jiaqi sighed, and couldn't help but hit him with a pillow, "You don't want to give me a name, and you want to sleep with me." Do you really think Mrs. Joe's title is worth anything? If you don't give it to me, I don't want it anymore, you love to give it to whomever you want. ”

As soon as Ye Jiaqi finished speaking, Qiao Sinian grabbed her head and a kiss fell.

Her lips still have the fragrant aroma of cake on her lips, tempting him to keep exploring.

And his lips are warm, and the kisses are domineering.

He sealed it with a kiss, and Ye Jiaqi couldn't say a word.

In his kiss, she gradually fell into defeat, leaving only a rapid gasp, like a fire.

She had no resistance to his kiss, and she was spineless to hook his neck, wanting more.

Wanting more, he gave her more.

Joss deepened this kiss.

Lingering and compassionate.