1103. Chapter 1103 When will this tattoo be washed off?
Chang Che patted the steering wheel, and his thoughts were exactly what I wanted.
The depressed man suddenly became energetic, parked the car immediately, ran a few steps in the rain, and rushed into the house.
He shook his clothes, and Qiong Ying, who was about to go upstairs, stopped there, blinked, and looked at Chang Che who came in without knowing why. She held her hands on the guardrail of the stairs and smiled condescendingly at him: "What are you doing, you can't bear to leave me?"
ah?"
Chang Che raised his eyebrows and raised his hand to her: "Go up and sleep, I'll talk to your brother."
"Tch!" Qiongying turned her head arrogantly and stopped talking.
I thought he couldn't bear to leave her and came into the room again. It turned out that it was not for her. Qiongying walked proudly back to the bedroom without looking back.
But, let’s face it, a woman who can’t stand it anymore.
After changing a set of clothes, hesitantly went downstairs again.
As expected, Chang Che and his brother were chatting in the living room. The man spread his arms casually on the back of the sofa, crossed his legs in a casual and arrogant look, and held a cigarette in his hand. While chatting with his brother, the corners of his mouth were still smiling.
With an arrogant smile in his mouth.
That look was so arrogant that it was completely different from being alone with her.
When getting along with her, he has a habit of restraining his arrogant attitude; when getting along with others, whether it is his brother or his subordinates, he is crazy as hell.
"What are you talking about?"
Qiongying walked over, grabbed the pillow on the sofa and sat next to him.
Chang Che tilted his body and smiled slyly: "I told your brother that you will belong to me from now on. If any other family comes to propose marriage, they will be turned away."
Qiongying rolled her eyes at him and pretended not to hear.
He casually picked up an orange on the coffee table, picked one and stuffed it into his mouth. "Brother, don't listen to his nonsense."
With a hiss, Fu Jun lit up a cigarette and casually threw the lighter on the coffee table. Sitting in the same arrogant posture, he looked at his sister with a hint of connivance in his eyes: "You don't like him? His skills are poor?"
Qiongying's eyes bulged, she picked up the orange peel and threw it at Fu Jun, scolding: "There is no good thing, I went upstairs to sleep!"
Chang Che pulled the woman who had stood up back into his arms with one hand, and smiled softly: "Don't worry, my skills will satisfy you."
"If you two are not disgusting, will I die?" She responded with cold eyes.
Fu Jun shrugged, Chang Che put out the cigarette, put his arm around her shoulders, remained silent, and asked, "You said I make you sick?"
Qiongying avoided his touch, looked at her brother who was smiling meaningfully, and scolded both of them with one sentence: "You two are disgusting!"
Fu Jun pretended to be innocent and shook his clothes: "Okay, I want to go up and rest. Che, that matter is settled."
Chang Che nodded: "Okay, leave it to me. Don't worry when I do the work, the profit will be 40-60%."
"When will this tattoo be washed off?" When Fu Jun completely disappeared from sight, Chang Che's eyes suddenly turned to the tattoo on her back, and his eyes darkened obviously.
"Why do you need to wash it?"
She trimmed her hair to cover her tattoo.
"Don't wash it?" Hate his tattoo for the rest of your life?
How could Chang Che tolerate such a thing? He reached out and touched it: "It seems that you haven't told me what that line of small words means, eh?"
Qiong Ying's face changed, and she panicked and wanted to run away, but before her intention came up, someone hugged her waist. Chang Che's voice came from the back of her head: "You still won't tell me?"