cold wife

Chapter 187 No Qualification to Love Her (1)
When Shu Junhao came in with Xiaoqing, Ai Baoer was locked in Leng Qing's arms, and they sat together on the sofa in the living room.

Seeing them coming in, Leng Qing turned his head while stroking Ai Baoer's long hair, and ordered the servant: "Serve tea."

Shu Junhao's eyes darkened, he knew Leng Qing's temperament very well, he would never be so polite when he was alone, but he must be really angry if he was so polite.

In fact, Shu Junhao is also angry, but what can we do when he is angry, the culprit is his younger brother, his own younger brother, no matter how much he annoys him, it is impossible to ignore him.

Shu Junhao walked in, glanced at Ai Bao'er indifferently, sat on the sofa beside him, Xiaoqing stood behind him, looked at Leng Qing, and said: "Qing, if you come uninvited, you won't be unwelcome Bar?"

Leng Qing smiled, glanced at him, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

A foul language, both of them understand.

Shu Junhao also laughed, and then looked at Ai Baoer, the deep affection in his eyes was deliberately suppressed: "Bao'er, are you okay?"

Ai Bao'er nodded, moved in Leng Qing's arms, and wanted to stand up, but Leng Qing's hands were like iron arms, and the cuffs were tightly bound. She could only frown slightly, and then looked at the book. Junhao said softly, "It's okay, thank you."

Leng Qing laughed again, and the depths of his eyes were full of smiles. Others didn't know why he was smiling, but Shu Junhao knew it because of Ai Baoer's alienation in tone and alienation towards him.

The servant brought the tea, but no one spoke, and the atmosphere fell silent, only the clinking of dishes.

The servant retreated, Shu Junhao took a look, looked away, and sipped his tea.

Shu Junhao didn't speak, and Leng Qing was not in a hurry. He hugged Ai Bao'er, fiddled with her hair from time to time, or rubbed her delicate cheeks with the back of his hand, or bowed his head and whispered something in her ear, looking relaxed Terrible, as if there were only the two of them in this huge hall.

Shu Junqing stood aside awkwardly, a little at a loss.

After being captured by his brother yesterday, he already regretted it. He regretted that he shouldn't have done that. He was willing to be taken to Leng's house by Shu Junhao today, but now standing in this man's house, he has only one kind of Emotions, that is anxiety, fear.

It's like the feeling of a mouse seeing a cat, but the cat is still in a lazy state, as if it didn't see him as a mouse?

Finally, after drinking a cup of tea, Shu Junhao secretly coughed, Leng Qing turned his head and frowned: "What's wrong? Have you caught a cold?"

Shu Junhao shook his head, put the cup on the table, looked at Shu Junqing at the side, and said to Leng Qing, "Brother Leng."

Shu Junqing took a step forward, and Leng Qing sneered before he could say Brother Leng, "Don't tell me, I can't stand that brother Leng."

Shu Jun was so anxious that his face was flushed and he bent over. This time without Shu Junhao's suggestion, he said to himself: "Brother Leng, I was confused yesterday, I shouldn't have done that, Bao'er, I'm sorry, if you get angry, I will It can be handled as you like."

Ai Baoer smiled, but the alienation was obvious: "Disposition? Don't say it so seriously, I'm not a judge, how can I dispose of you."

His eyes turned to Shu Junhao, his thoughts flickered, and his tone changed: "Xiaoqing, I know you love Feng Huayu, but that's not the case when you love someone. Can you tell me that you were alone last night?" idea?"

Shu Junqing squeezed her fist hanging by her side, glanced at her, lowered her head again, and said, "Yes, it was my idea alone."

(End of this chapter)