Jiang Qiyu: "That's enough! Mr. Gua."
Guazi had never seen Jiang Qiyu so timid before, and he felt much better.
Who says there is no joy in working? It is very happy when the host is embarrassed!
Jiang Qiyu pursed her lips, shook off the scene of last night, and said casually: "You haven't had breakfast yet! Come and eat! I'm full! I'll leave first."
Jiang Qiyu stuffed two boiled eggs into his pocket, stood up and was about to leave.
But as soon as she turned around, she saw Meng Qiyan pressing towards her. She instinctively put her hands on the table and looked up at him.
The two of them were so close that she could smell his pleasant and refreshing fragrance.
It seems to have nothing to do with the shower gel, it's his own smell.
[He seems to have taken a shower and changed his clothes. Whose clothes are these? ]
Meng Qiyan: “…”
Meng Qiyan ignored Jiang Qiyu's thoughts and stared at her with his affectionate eyes. "Do you want to just let go of what happened last night?"
As the man spoke, his breath sprayed on her face, making her feel itchy.
Jiang Qiyu's eyelashes trembled, "Then... then what do you want from me?"
Meng Qiyan's voice was low and pleasant, "You have to take responsibility."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Qiyu's eyes widened, "What do you mean? You want me to pay you money? That's impossible!"
"I have always respected money. I have never stolen or robbed anyone!"
Meng Qiyan: “…………”
Su Renmin, who was eavesdropping outside the kitchen, said: "..."
With my daughter's brain, can she talk about love?
If they really start dating, will her boyfriend be mad at her?
Meng Qiyan pinched the bridge of his nose with his long fingers, "It's not about losing money."
Jiang Qiyu smiled and said, "That's easy."
Guazi gloated, "Compensate him, compensate him with yourself! Give him your body!"
Jiang Qiyu: "Ah... this won't work! What a loss!"
She looked at Meng Qiyan and said seriously, "But putting aside the facts, are you not wrong?"
Meng Qiyan raised his eyebrows slightly, "?"
Feeling a little tired of being pressed on the dining table, Jiang Qiyu ruthlessly pushed Meng Qiyan away, sat on the stool, drank another sip of pure milk, and began to analyze.
"If it weren't you, and you insisted on asking me to look after your hand, would you be able to come home with me?"
"If you don't come home with me, can I carry you for miles?"
【Don’t blame yourself for things you can blame others for! 】
[I examine myself three times a day: I am handsome, I am beautiful, and I am not wrong! ]
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