The chief idle wife is too enchanting

Chapter 30 Part.35

Chu Qiao didn't care about oil or salt, so Mo Yao couldn't vent his breath, so he simply went back to the room and closed the door with a loud bang.

Chu Qiao made a cheering gesture, winning!The war with the violent man has finally achieved a phased victory.Miss Chu won her heart and made great efforts, she felt comfortable all over, and even felt that the oxygen content in the air was much higher than usual.

Unfortunately, it didn't take long for her to be proud, and the tragedy happened.

The door of Mo Yao's room was suddenly opened, and a pile of confetti fell from the top of her head like snowflakes, accompanied by Mo Qiye's tepid voice: "Master accidentally tore up some useful documents just now, why don't you tonight?" Glue it up."

...you mean stick the debris on the ground?Chu Qiao looked at the fragments in disbelief, and then looked at Mo Yao's proud face.

"This paper is shredded like biscuit crumbs, why is it sticky?" Chu Qiao asked back.

"That's your business, it has nothing to do with the master." Mo Yao raised his eyebrows, "Don't delay the use of the master tomorrow morning." After finishing speaking, he closed the door unhurriedly.

Use your sister!How can this be used?Do you cook paper porridge for breakfast?Chu Qiao gritted her teeth with hatred, staring at the door of the room wishing she could poke a few holes in the door.

But the itching of the teeth is the itching of the teeth, she still has to fight for the paper scraps, who made her a slave he bought.

Chu Qiao began to resign herself to picking up the pieces of paper. The pieces of paper were thrown upstairs and downstairs.

Seeing that there were no more scraps of paper on the ground, Chu Qiao's two legs were almost broken, and she carried a large pile of scraps of paper and spread them out on the coffee table in the living room.

How to spell it!Chu Qiao took out a few fragments and tried to compare them, but found that there was no logic to follow.

"Damn, it's just perverted!" Chu Qiao pushed the scraps of paper on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa in a fit of anger, perverted. This was the third evaluation she gave Mo Yao.

At 03:30 in the morning, Mo Qiye was leaning comfortably in the soft swivel chair, with the peeled cactus fruit in his hand, his feet crossed on the desk, and a satisfied smile on his face.

On the computer screen in front of her, Chu Qiao was picking up scraps of paper with a black circle on her head, and on the coffee table in front, there were already two sheets that were almost assembled.

Mo Yao picked up a piece of cactus fruit and put it in his mouth. It was so sour, and he didn't know why the locals liked it so much, and regarded it as a famous specialty fruit.

His eyes glanced at the air-conditioning outlet on top of Chu Qiao's head, and Mo Yao's eyes showed wicked smile lines.

The confetti piled up on the side finally seemed to be less, Chu Qiao's heart was filled with the dawn of victory, she stretched out her hand to pick up a piece of confetti and faced it up and down, left and right, when suddenly a gust of cold wind blew down her head.

what!Chu Qiao screamed, and subconsciously got up to protect the scraps of paper she had put together.But it was too late, when the wind blew, the documents that had just been put together, together with scraps of paper that had not been put together, were blown around and mixed into a ball.

It's over, I've been busy for most of the night.

Chu Qiao squatted on the ground in frustration, limp like an eggplant beaten by frost.

Hahahaha, Mo Yao couldn't help laughing at his desk, this poor woman only looks the most pleasing to the eye at this time.Some people are born passive masochistic, such as Chu Qiao.

Chu Qiao looked at the air outlet of the air conditioner in resentment, in the middle of the night, she couldn't believe that the butler would come to turn on the air conditioner when he was not asleep, it must be Mo Qi who did it, this perverted man is too mean-spirited!
Chu Qiao rolled her eyes and suddenly thought of a countermeasure.
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