Grab the C position in the heart of Ao Jiao Di Shao

Chapter 137 She's Still a Child

Wen Ti'er recalled all the past, every time he walked into her room, nothing good happened, so she opened her arms to stop him.

"If you have anything to say, just say it at the door. I'm going to bed."

Qiao Chengxun gently put his arms around her slender waist, lifted her up slightly, and carried her into the room like a sandbag.

This action frightened the girl so that her face turned pale and she struggled desperately.

"Qiao Yan Wang, what do you want, let me go!"

"..."

Qiao Chengxun put the girl gently on the bed, then sat beside her, and turned to look at her profile.

Looking down involuntarily, she was wearing a cute nightgown, with an exquisite figure, just like an innocent girl who came out of a cartoon.

Such a cute picture immediately made Qiao Chengxun feel like her father. He felt nothing in his heart, but he tacitly pulled up the quilt behind her and threw it on her body.

"Wrap yourself up."

"Neuropathy……"

Wen Ti'er scolded, and wrapped the quilt up obediently.

"Did Mom call you?"

"Huh? How do you know?"

Wen Ti'er raised her eyebrows, she didn't expect Qiao Yanwang to know about this.

In other words, Mrs. Qiao called her son beforehand!

Qiao Chengxun asked back, "You agreed?"

"Your mother wants me to go to some kind of ghost party instead of her, can I not agree?"

"If you really don't want to go, you don't have to. There are many excuses."

Wen Ti'er's heart trembled for no reason, and she looked up at his handsome face.

Does Qiao Yan Wang want her to go, or does he not want her to go?

"Can I not go?"

"If you don't want to go, no one can force you."

The corners of Wen Ti'er's mouth twitched, she looked away, and muttered softly, "I'm not going now, there will be other parties in the future, like the failed dinner last night, the nature is the same."

Qiao Chengxun sneered, "Being my woman is to learn to adapt to this vain life."

Wen Ti'er suddenly turned her head and stared at him, her eyes full of protest, "I strongly demand that my salary be raised!"

(End of this chapter)