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

Chapter 43 I Don't Like Talkative Women

Qiao Chengxun couldn't help stretching out his hand, and gently hugged the girl's shoulder.

With a little effort, he took her into his arms.

Wen Ti'er was startled, the faint scent of perfume penetrated into her nostrils, her heart was empty, as if something ran in and quickly filled her heart.

She looked up in a daze, her tear-soaked eyes focused for a moment before capturing his perfect handsome face.

He is hugging her, why?
Sympathy?
She doesn't need this kind of thing!
From childhood to adulthood, what she lacked has disappeared in the ends of the earth, except for sympathy, which is meaningless, she does not lack at all!

Wen Ti'er pushed him away in disgust, "You don't need to sympathize with me."

Qiao Chengxun frowned, staring at her stubborn pretty face with lonely eyes, a small cluster of anger ignited in his heart.

He stretched out his hand willfully and took her into his arms again.

"Give you two choices, I will hold you, or you will hold me, or get out of the car."

"Then you leave me in the car..."

What happened to this world?Why did it suddenly become a pink world?
It seems that everything has disappeared, except for a piece of pink, there is no other existence except him and her.

It seemed that more than a dozen centuries had passed before Wen Ti'er woke up.

Qiao Chengxun wrapped his arms around her ears, gently hugged her thin and boneless body, and said hoarsely in her ears, "I don't like women who talk too much."

"Qiao Chengxun, you bastard!" Wen Ti'er yelled, and pushed his head away forcefully, hitting him on the shoulder in turn with a pair of slender hands.

"Bastard! Pervert!"

"I hate you……"

"I hate you!"

Qiao Chengxun stared at her petty movements quietly.

Seeing how much effort she put in, if she knew that he wasn't in any pain, wouldn't she be more annoyed?
Thinking of this, the thin lips slightly curved into a gorgeous smile like a crescent moon.

This woman is silly and cute.

"Huh...huh...huh..." Wen Ti'er was tired from beating and scolding, so she took a rest panting.

There was a burning pain in the palm.

Spreading out his palms to look, they turned red, but Qiao Yanwang didn't respond at all.

Good heart...

She dared to hit so many times in vain, but in the end it was herself who hurt.

No, today's matter can't just be left alone, protesting: "Qiao Chengxun, I can't make it through with you, I want to divorce you!"

"You don't want Chunya Orphanage anymore?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)