Chapter 857 : Song Yirou: A man is not necessarily a man!
During Christmas, various stores were holding activities. Qiao Yufeng parked the car in front of a Western restaurant, got out of the car, and actually helped Nan Xize open the car door.
Han Xiaorou put on her sunglasses and got out of the car. Looking at the backs of the two of them walking in side by side, she felt very awkward and aversion to cold.
When the three of them sat down in the private room, Nan Xize kept his head down and said nothing, and the two of them sat side by side.
Han Xiaorou sat opposite the two of them. The more she looked, the tighter her brows furrowed. She simply took off her hat, revealing a head of black curly hair. She looked at Nan Xize and broke the silence.
"What the hell are you two doing?"[
Qiao Yufeng finally laughed, reached out and took Nan Xize's hand, and said charmingly: "As you can see, we are together."
At this time, Han Xiaorou was drinking a glass of hot water. After hearing this, she squirted successfully.
Qiao Yufeng seemed to have expected it, and pulled Nan Xize to hide behind him. When he looked up again, Han Xiaorou's expression was shocked, unbelievable, and even gradually darkened, extremely colorful.
"What, what do you mean?" She stuttered a little, feeling like a thunder flashed above her head, tender on the inside and burnt on the outside.
Qiao Yufeng smiled and suddenly became extremely gentle. He pulled Nan Xize over and kissed him in front of Han Xiaorou.
Then he looked up at her again and said, "Understood?"
Han Xiaorou was almost frightened. The usually calm person looked at the two men opposite her as if she was dumbfounded!
She shook her head, then shook her head again, almost screaming, "You, you..."
"As you can see, we are in love!"
Qiao Yufeng announced that for the first time, there was a sense of revenge on his face. He had been excluded by her since he was a child. He had endured it for a long time, and now he finally saw her stunned face.
Even this expression is still so beautiful.
Han Xiaorou could no longer describe her mood at this time. She was in a mess, and she was struck by thunder.
Until the end, she held on to a little bit of hope.
"Nan Xize, is this true? Just talk!" She is going crazy. On Christmas Eve, her birthday, this kind of thing happened to her. Today is not April Fool's Day.