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

Chapter 371 It must be a ghost press

Bu Qingnian was at a loss for words, the young mistress didn't learn her lesson last night?

I couldn't help complaining silently in my heart: young mistress, be careful, the young master punished you so that you couldn't get out of bed all night.

After Wen Ti'er finished drinking the soup, she went back to the second floor and walked into the brand new karaoke room.

Wen Tier is sensitive to electronic equipment, and knows how to use it even without reading the manual.

After turning on all the equipment, I tried the sound quality first. It is many times better than KTV, and the sound insulation effect is very good. You can only hear a little sound when you stand outside the door, and you can’t hear it after a few steps.

The things that Qiao Yanwang chose were indeed of high quality, so it was still useful to him.

Hey... With such good equipment, she is reluctant to go back to school, so it would be nice to come here to practice singing every day in the future.

No, no, no, she must not bow to King Qiao Yan's power!
Wen Ti'er patted her head to cheer herself up again, chose the song "Forgive" by Zhang Yuhua, and started to practice singing.

Time flies, and before you know it, it's evening.

Wen Ti'er sang so much that her voice couldn't bear it anymore, so she had to suspend her practice and went downstairs to find water to drink.

When she went down to the living room, she happened to see Qiao Chengxun wearing an apron, standing at the door with a spatula in one hand, and said softly to the steps in the dining room, "Go buy a bottle of white vinegar and come back."

"Okay!" Bu responded lightly, turned around and left through the back door, but Qiao Chengxun didn't notice Wen Ti'er's arrival, and walked back to the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

Wen Ti'er patted her head, wondering if she was dazzled for a while.

Was that househusband wearing an apron just now Qiao Yanwang? ? ?

Impossible, she must be dazzled.

Yes, it must be so.

Wen Ti'er paralyzed herself briefly, but still couldn't help being curious, she walked to the kitchen door.

In front of the stove stood a tall stalwart, frying something in the pan, even if he was holding a spatula, he couldn't hide his lonely and arrogant temperament.

The smell is very fragrant, I don't know what it is fried, Wen Ti'er is hungry as soon as I smell it.

shit...

She must have met a fake Qiao Yanwang.

I wanted to go over to have a look, but I didn't dare to get close to the fire, so I just stood at the door like this, a little embarrassed.

Qiao Chengxun turned around suddenly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone at the door, but he didn't pay attention. He said coldly, "Where's the jealousy?"

Wen Tier remained silent.

Qiao Chengxun stared coldly, turned to look at the door, saw her, and immediately changed his words, "Sit outside and wait, dinner is almost ready."

Wen Tier stood still, was Qiao Yan Wang really Qiao Yan Wang?
no reason...

Qiao Yanwang actually appeared in her kitchen and was still cooking. Such a weird scene was probably a dream.

So, it must be a ghost press now?
Wen Tier, wake up quickly, stop dreaming!
Wen Ti'er patted her head vigorously, trying to wake herself up from the "dream", which made her head hurt, but the picture in front of her was still the same as before.

Damn, the ghost press is so annoying!
Wen Ti'er patted her head again, comparing each other with force.

Seeing her self-mutilation, Qiao Chengxun was almost suffocated in pain. He immediately turned off the gas and walked quickly to the girl, took her little hand with both hands, and brought her into his arms.

"I told you not to hurt yourself!"

"Let go, let me go, I'm a ghost press now, everything you say is false."

Wen Ti'er is still immersed in her dream of "ghost pressing the bed", she just wants to wake up quickly, and doesn't want to continue this unrealistic dream.

Qiao Chengxun raised his eyebrows lightly, let go of the girl, and stared at that innocent little round face with cold eyes.

(End of this chapter)