The chief idle wife is too enchanting

Chapter 8 Part.7 Grandpa doesn't like nonsense
"Bring her up." A cold voice came from the top of her head, piercing Chu Qiao's heart like a sharp knife, she couldn't help looking up.

On the balcony on the second floor, the man had already taken off his suit jacket, his sleeves were half rolled up, revealing his healthy wheat-colored forearms, drinking a glass of red wine in his hand, his handsome face was as cold as ice.

Chu Qiao couldn't help shaking, such a man really saves on air conditioning in summer.

Take her up, do you mean take her to Mo Yao's room?While Bei Ying was stunned, Chu Qiao had already entered the bungalow a step ahead.

He wanted to stand there as a bamboo pole, but she didn't want to.

Bei Ying raised her head to look at Mo Yao again, that ice face had not changed for thousands of years, Bei Ying gritted her teeth and took Chu Qiao to Mo Yao's room.

Before entering the door, Chu Qiao thought that a man like Mo Yao, who is domineering and arrogant, should like the black room layout. Unexpectedly, when the door opened, what greeted his eyes was a bright and simple style.

Only the bedding is deep sea blue, and all the others are mainly white.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony are wide open, and the hot and humid wind blows in, blowing the veil under the curtains, and the colorful butterfly wings on the pattern dance with the wind in the sun, lifelike.

Mo Yao stood outside the window, his tall back facing her.

There was a sharp pain in my mind, like a pinprick, and Chu Qiao frowned in pain. Two immature voices squeezed into my mind, stirring up a fragment deep in my memory, which faintly surfaced.Chu Qiao wanted to get closer, but the voice became farther and farther away, almost instantly disappearing along with the headache.

Chu Qiao rubbed her temples, the pain disappeared without a trace, as if it never came.

"Qiye, someone brought them here." Bei Ying lowered her body and whispered, as if she was worried about being surprised by the contemplative figure outside the window, and she was extra careful in her words.

Chu Qiao was surprised.

"Go down." The voice was faint, but Chu Qiao felt a little sentimental.

It seems to be a lost child, the loneliness of not being able to find the way home.

Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows, expressing her incomprehension.But she doesn't care either, and now she only wants to solve the problem of going home quickly. As for that man, they are just the relationship between the creditor and the debtor.

If the creditor is unhappy, how can she control it as a debtor.

Bei Ying looked at Chu Qiao, hesitated to speak, turned around and left after a while.

There was a bang, the sound of the door closing.

"Which, I think..." Chu Qiao wanted to say, I want to talk to you about the ransom.

"Go take a shower!" The heavy order came to the ear, and there was no refutation in the tone.

Chu Qiao was stunned.

She lowered her head and looked at herself... It's okay if you don't look at it. Looking at it, it is indeed time to take a bath. The sour smell on her body makes her feel like vomiting.However, taking a shower, this is the man's room, Chu Qiao couldn't help but think of her current identity.

"You, are there any other rooms here?" Chu Qiao asked tentatively.

"I don't like nonsense, unless you have the courage to bear the consequences."

What consequences?When the words were on the verge of uttering, Chu Qiao frowned and shrunk down.This is someone else's territory, and her current identity is just a woman bought in the slave market, a slave who is not even qualified to speak.

“Towels are provided in the bathroom.”

When Chu Qiao was looking around, a cold voice filled her ears with a gust of wind, which was especially cool in summer.

Chu Qiao curled her lips and walked towards the bathroom.

A man who can see what other people are doing without turning his head is too scary!

After a while, the sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, Mo Yao turned around and walked in, looking at the direction of the bathroom with complicated eyes, his deep eyes seemed to be looking at something through the bathroom.There was no shortage of red wine in his hand. For the first time, he felt that the taste of red wine was so bitter and unpalatable.

The phone by the bed rang, he was slightly startled, and picked it up.

(End of this chapter)