Chapter 84
"I'll go to see Dudu when I have time in a few days. Dudu is troublesome." Just as he was about to say a few words of advice, there was a knock on the door, and Qiao Zimo said in a hurry, "I have something to do here, hang up first." gone."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Zimo put the phone away, sat on the bed, and continued to sit on the bed without the slightest intention to open the door.

The people outside didn't give up, and knocked on the door every three minutes, as if it had been calculated.

Having seen Su Yan's pestering skills, Qiao Zimo was too lazy to play childish confrontation games with Su Yan.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and Su Yan walked in with a large plate, put the plate on the table beside him, then approached Qiao Zimo, looked at Qiao Zimo and said, "Qiao Qiao, I was a little excited just now, I'm sorry .”

Qiao Zimo moved her eyelids, turned her face away, "Go out."

Su Yan didn't force it, and said, "Okay, remember to eat."

After he left, Qiao Zimo turned her head and looked at the hot food on the table.

More than an hour has passed, and the food is still hot.

Qiao Zimo raised her hand, picked it up, and slowly put it into her mouth, such a delicious taste.
I ate mouthful after mouthful, each mouthful became saltier.

Qiao Zimo put down her rice bowl and wiped her face with her hand, it turned out that she was already in tears
There was a sudden hatred in her heart, hating Su Yan and herself.

Hate him, no matter how angry she is, what unreasonable troubles, he always worries about her first, whether she is cold or hungry, and takes all the faults on himself.

I also hate myself and made up my mind, but now I am so moved by such a trivial matter.

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Qiao Zimo was watching a TV series at a fixed time, while Su Yan who was on the side watched these TV series with Mary Su, and couldn't help complaining.

"Qiao Qiao, what's so good about these things, they are always snatched for a man. The most important thing is that this man is not a good man, no, he is not a man at all."

Qiao Zimo didn't even look at it, and answered casually, "What is a good man? I haven't seen one before."

"Then what do you think is a man?"

Su Yan was silent for a while, "Men should be responsible and responsible."

"Puff!" Qiao Zimo couldn't hold back her laughter for a moment, "Responsibility and responsibility? What is the value of these illusory things in the face of power, wealth and beauty?"

"Of course there is, and that's priceless."

"Priceless? Priceless is worthless in front of a businessman." Qiao Zimo bluntly poured cold water on it.

"Jojo, I won't do that, I will only treat you well, and I won't make you sad because of other women."

As soon as these words came out, it was quiet, surprisingly quiet.

After a long time, Qiao Zimo looked at Su Yan in surprise, Su Yan had a serious face, his eyes were full of determination, Qiao Zimo opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

"I'm tired, I'll go up to rest first." Qiao Zimo got up and went upstairs, she seemed to be fleeing in despair.

As a result, the next day, when Qiao Zimo woke up, she heard the sound of crackling in the kitchen, and then Su Yan's annoyed voice, "It's messed up again."

"What are you doing?" Qiao Zimo approached, and saw that the kitchen was in a mess. Su Yan was wearing a pink apron, holding a spoon, with a worried expression on his face.

Hearing Qiao Zimo's voice, Su Yan was flustered, put down the spoon quickly, took off the apron, and said with a smile, "No, I didn't do anything."

 ps: Today Yaoer wrote two chapters and cried to death, crying four times.

  Qiao Qiao is a strong woman, the kind who is forced to do so, and my personality is too similar. To put it bluntly, I am actually feeling sorry for myself.

  Puff, I was amused by my last sentence.

  I want to add another chapter today, but Yao'er is a little depressed now, it depends on the situation.

  
 
(End of this chapter)

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