Bo Qing is a master at playing with psychology. His peach blossom eyes, with a hint of flirtation, looked at Li Nian for a quarter of an hour, then smiled infatuatedly: "What? Did you quarrel with the beauty? Are you sure?
Want a cold war?"
When Li Nian heard these words, his face suddenly became gloomy, and a trace of tiredness appeared in his eyes: "She may not even have the idea of a cold war..."
I've been very depressed these days.
He waited for her to confess to him, but he couldn't wait for anything.
Now, what will he say to her when he gets home? How to deal with it?
He thought that maybe they needed to have a long-term discussion.
When Wen Jiaren woke up, it was already dawn the next day.
Her whole body ached.
Staring at the CD for a long time, she thought that maybe she should call Li Nian and apologize.
Wen Jiaren is not a pretentious woman. She has never been stupid. If she thinks so, she will do so.
I dialed Li Nian's number, but his phone was turned off.
Could it be that he is really angry?
Wen Jiaren lowered her eyes, thought for a while, then called Zhu Ye, and received the news that Li Nian was on a business trip.
Wen Jiaren felt a little aggrieved. In the past, she would tell him when he was on a business trip, but she had never left so quietly.
Just when Wen Jiaren was about to hang up the phone, Zhu Ye was too talkative: "Mrs. Madam, did something happen between you and Master Nian? He told me to send you to the hospital today. Your mother..."
Wen Jiaren's grievance suddenly disappeared, replaced by a slight sweetness in her heart.
He still misses him.
So Wen Jiaren asked curiously: "Li Nian, how did he get that CD?"
"Master Nian... That coercion seems to have reached an agreement with Miss Shaohua, satisfying her three conditions, but it does not include going to bed, kissing, or hugging..."
