Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

"Brother Yunting, you seem to be very kind to me, but I know that you don't like me, and even hate me very much." Qiao Yi couldn't bear it any longer, and decided to act first, and spoke first.

"I, I'll call you Mr. He. These days, I'm the one who overstepped." Qiao Yi tried her best to put herself into the character of a pissed off daughter-in-law, with a wrinkled face and hands clutching the corners of her clothes. , kneading nervously.

It would be great if I could shed two tears now, it fits the occasion. It's a pity that when she saw He Yunting's frozen face, she was so angry that she ran away from home, unable to cry.

"I, I know, the reason you are willing to take me back to the villa is not because I sprained my waist, but..." At this point, Qiao paused and looked into He Yunting's eyes.

"You actually...have never believed me, have you?"

He Yunting's eyelashes flickered slightly, his eyes were as deep as the sea, and his emotions were unclear.

"Mr. He, I did have a better impression of you than ordinary people after we met each other a few days ago.

However, I really didn't have any purpose in saving the little dolphin. At that time, I didn't even know that you were the father of the little dolphin. In other words, no matter who it was, I would go to save it that day.

So, I didn't intend to use this matter to get close to you, and you don't need to tempt me with hot and cold, my family background, my background, as long as you want to check, it's an extremely simple matter.

I, I admit, during the past two days of living in the villa, my mentality has undergone a great change.

Once, in my heart, you existed like a god, high above you. Although I hope, but I never expect you to appear in my life.

Now, you came down from the altar and came to my side, I... I... I was so happy that I got carried away and did a lot of bad things, which annoyed you.

I apologize.

sorry.

Don't worry, I won't do anything you hate in the future.

I won't be so close to you anymore, I won't cause trouble, and I won't cook for you anymore.

I will be obedient and don't make you angry anymore.

This bowl of noodles, if you see it as an eyesore, just pour it out.

Mr. He, thank you for being tolerant of me all this time, don't bother you, I'll go out first. "

As if endorsing a letter, Qiao finished speaking in one breath, and left the study quickly without waiting for He Yunting to agree.

As the study door opened and closed again, the cold wind gushing in made the strong hot breath in the room a little lighter.

He Yunting's eyes flickered on and off, staring at the direction of Qiao Yi's departure, silent.

After about 2 minutes, he looked back at the steaming bowl of noodles in front of him.

The sauce-red pork ribs are oily and smooth floating in the red soup, dotted with emerald green scallions, which looks very seductive to the taste buds.

It's just that the smell is really choking.

Qiao Yi said that she had tasted this side and it was delicious.

As soon as Joe said, let him challenge himself, eat two more bites, maybe he will fall in love with chili.

Qiao Yi also said that cooking was something that bored him, and she would not do it again, so he poured out the noodles.

When had he ever said that cooking was something that bored him?

He Yunting frowned, pondered for three seconds, then accidentally inserted his chopsticks into the noodles, picked up a bunch of oily and spicy noodles, and then—after three seconds of mental training, he lowered his head and took a sip...

! ! !

He almost sprinted down the stairs at a speed of 100 meters.

Uncle Jiang was tidying up in the kitchen, and was taken aback by his movement.

He Yunting went straight to the refrigerator, took out a bottle of mineral water, and poured it in one go. A 500ml bottle of mineral water, he saw the bottom of it in the blink of an eye.

"Master, what's the matter with you, do you want to call a doctor?"

He Yunting felt that his whole body was about to burn, starting from the stomach, burning all the way to his throat and lips.

He stopped for less than 5 seconds, took out another bottle, and poured it with his head up. The mineral water poured down and wet his clothes. He didn't recover a little until he drank the fourth bottle.

He Yunting felt helpless when he saw himself in a mess covered in water.

Isn't this called self-inflicted sin, not living?

"What about her?" He asked Uncle Jiang.

Uncle Jiang looked worried, "Master, are you really okay? Shall I call Dr. Zhao and ask him to come and see you."

"It's okay, I just ate chili."

Uncle Jiang was surprised, "Isn't it true that you can't eat chili? How come...it's Master Qiao, did she make spicy food for you?"

He Yunting shook his head, "Don't blame her, she doesn't know."

When I updated the article, I found out that today is Valentine’s Day. Do you have blue pot friends? The author doesn’t. Hold yourself tight silently...