Qiao Xin shuddered involuntarily, but she still tried her best to keep her face calm and strong.
"snort!"
She snorted heavily, expressing her disdain.
But at this moment, a touch of cold softness gently came close to her chin.
Then, with a not-too-gentle movement, he pinched her.
Qiao Xin wanted to shake off his grip, but as soon as her face moved a little further, he pinched her quietly with more force and prevented her from moving. Thia's unwillingness to admit defeat was not something she wanted to do to some men.
Submission by force...Miss Qiao, do you think so?"
He leaned closer and his warm breath blew gently into her ears.
It made her ears feel itchy.
Qiao Xin couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and wanted to shrink back, but somehow, the man's previous words were like a spell, fixed in her mind, causing her neck to freeze subconsciously.
The chuckle came again, still cold: "This is so good!"
He seemed to be coaxing the child, and seemed to be praising his pet. He reached out and rubbed the soft hair on the top of her head.
Then he let go of his hand.
Qiao Xin still pretended to be tough on her face, but as if she were facing a formidable enemy, she let out a sigh of relief the moment he let go of his hand.
"You..." Panting without leaving any trace, Qiao Xin found her voice and spoke again. But this time, her tone was far less forceful than before: "What is your relationship with Sister Bo? You
You said you are her old friend, why don't you go to see her in an honest way? Is there any misunderstanding between you?"
"Just and above board? Ha!"
After hearing this, the man smiled and glanced down at Qiao Xin, whose face was slightly pale. The curvature of the corners of his mouth slowly deepened, but the smile in his eyes had no sense of reality. He chuckled softly, as if he was mocking something.
But the laughter was too short, and Qiao Xin couldn't figure out his accurate psychology.
I just feel that this man has a very subtle and subtle feeling for Bo Jinghan.
However, before she had time to think carefully about the subtlety, the man's hand patted the back of the chair behind her, and then, his voice came from above her head: "Miss Qiao,
Are you really curious? Well, I'm not afraid to tell you that Cynthia and I are indeed old friends, but I don't know if she admits that I am an old friend. As for the misunderstanding... I think I
There is no misunderstanding between me and this old friend of mine. On the contrary, we get along very happily. We have always done so in the past and we will always do so in the future."
"If that's the case, why don't you just walk up to her openly?"
Qiao Xin didn't pay attention and retorted.
The seductive red lips, curled up in a playful arc, looked very sarcastic.
But the strange thing was that the man was clearly standing behind her, but he seemed to have taken away everything about her, including the disdainful sarcasm in her heart.
He smiled lazily and said: "Isn't it appropriate for me to introduce myself to you just now, Miss Qiao? I am a person who climbed up from hell, and I am a ghost-like existence. How do you want me to walk out openly? I
I don’t want to cause problems to your dearest sister Bo in broad daylight!”
"Humph, nonsense!" Qiao Xin scolded her disdainfully, her eyes under the soft silk slightly opened, and she squinted to the side, "If you are a ghost, just let me see it. I have never seen a ghost before.
