Chapter 46: Xiao Qingmei, a bit fierce (51)

Qi He led Fanxing back to his apartment.

After taking the person out of the car, the little fool subconsciously wrapped

his two lotus arms around his neck.

A little confused look.

"Little fool, do you like to smell Confucianism?"

Although he knew that Wen Renru was not as handsome as him, and he was cruel,

the little idiot would definitely look down on him. But Qi He couldn't help

but ask, what if the little fool gets blind?

"Hmm... I don't like it." The big man rubbed his face against Qi He's heart.

It was soft and comfortable here.

Qi He's heart jumped violently.

Then he asked nervously and tentatively, "Do you like Xiaohuahua?" He knew

that she had always been calling him Xiaohuahua secretly.

Fanxing was a little drunk, and slept drowsily.

Others can't make any sense from her, but Qi He definitely can.

"...Fanxing?" Qi He urged again.

"No..." When the boss was thinking about this question subconsciously, her

heart hurts, and the pain made her very uncomfortable, even unable to speak.

Qi He feels cold, don't you like it?

"Can't...like..." Fanxing said intermittently.

There is a very clear consciousness in her mind telling her that if you can't

like others, you will die!

"Why can't you like it?" Qi He couldn't wait to ask.

He definitely doesn't like Wenren Confucianism.

For him, I can't like it.

Qi He can clearly feel that Wenrenru is just an outsider to Fanxing. And he is

different to the little fool!

I can’t like it, I don’t like it!

The heart hurts so badly, like being pinched by an invisible hand, it will

burst in minutes.

The big guy is very irritable when it hurts, Qi He keeps asking in his ear, so

he slapped it casually.

Qi He's face hurt.

hiss--

After being slapped, he couldn't do anything. Because this little idiot hit

with his eyes closed, it was obviously an unconscious injury.

He took the person back to his room, took off Fanxing's shoes and socks, and

then wiped her face with a hot towel.

Qi He has been thinking about a particularly wretched question——

Should he send the little fool to the guest room?

Send, don’t send, send, don’t send...

There seemed to be two villains fighting in his mind, which was tangled like

never before.

In the end, Qi He reluctantly admitted that he was definitely a nasty and

dirty person.

Well, not to send it.

The reason is: Look, the little fool must have been uncomfortable after

drinking some wine. He takes care of her at any time and can take good care of

her.

Although the reason used to persuade himself is particularly righteous, but

the insignificance of his heart cannot deceive himself at all.

First, wash yourself so fragrant.

Then, lying quietly beside the little fool.

Qi He folded his hands on his stomach in a decent way, suddenly giving a sense

of dignity. He stared at the ceiling and stared at the ceiling for an hour or

two before calming down the turbulent emotions in his heart.

"Little fool." Qi He shouted tentatively.

Fanxing did not respond.

"The stars?"

"..."

"Stars?" The name became awkward step by step.

"..."

"Dear?"

"Dear little fool?"

"Wife?"

Qi He called out all the names he had made up in his mind over the past few

years. After shouting, he covered his head with a quilt to cover his snicker,

as if a little embarrassed.

When they were all finished, Qi He hugged Fanxing contentedly and fell asleep.

The stars in their dreams rubbed Qihe, and the little head found a

particularly comfortable position, without a sense of rejection...