Chapter 17: Why is it a double plug?

"But you ..."

Peng Jiao frowned when she heard what the young man said.

If it wasn't for the boy who told Peng Jiao last night that he was thinking about the realm of imagination, Peng Jiao didn't think he would behave like this ... awkward!

Hearing Peng Jiao's words stopped abruptly, and then she looked up and bumped into her awkward look. Of course, the teenager understood what Peng Jiao wanted to say.

But he did not intend to explain or hide it. Instead, the corners of his lips were light and he said, "I am a person with a wide range of hobbies."

Peng Jiao: "..."

At this moment, Peng Jiao stared at the juvenile's peerless beauty bathed in the morning light, secretly grieving in his heart: How can a good-looking boy become a double plug?

"Wait a moment, please help me to find out where Mingru will go recently!" I didn't know that Peng Jiao had regarded her as a boy with a double plug. After looking at Mingru's information, he asked.

"..." Peng Jiao still seems to be immersed in a good boy who can't extricate himself from the double plug.

"Cousin?" The teenager didn't get a response, and suddenly called her.

Peng Jiao turned back and quickly responded: "Huh? OK!"

Wicked double plug!

Just when Peng Jiao started investigating Ming Ru's latest itinerary, Mingfu—

Mingru wore a nightdress in the morning and walked around the hall.

"What's wrong with the lady today? Get up so early!" The old housekeeper muttered as he finished the washing and put down breakfast in the well-dressed Hades.

"Go get her to eat!" Ming Yu put down the financial newspaper in her hand, and showed the perfect face blocked by the newspaper.

"Yes!"

After a while, Mingru was brought to the dining table by the old housekeeper.

But at this moment, the look of her nightdress made the man on the subject frown.

"Xiao Ru, where did you learn the etiquette?"

Her brother has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Everything must be done in a certain order. Otherwise, he would be totally wrong.

When to wear what kind of clothes, he treats others very harshly and treats himself more severely.

Knowing Ming Yu's temperament, Ming Ru ignored his words just now, lest her brother ask her to go back and change clothes for a breakfast.

"Brother, do you think it's too early for me to send WeChat now?"

This virtue makes the good-looking sword eyebrows of Mingyu rise again.

"Who's a WeChat?" The Ming family, with a large background and rich wealth, has a lot of people who beat them. But in this generation of the Hades, there are only two of them. For fear of what will happen to his only loved one, Mingyu will also be very strict with Mingru's friends.

"Yuanxi! Isn't it the weekend today? I want to ask if he has time to go out and play tennis!"

"Yuanxi?" If he didn't guess wrong, this should be the name of a boy.

"It was the person I introduced to you at the banquet last time. Brother, he is nice, I will invite him to the house next time. You can't show people the same look as before!"

After finishing Ru Ru, he looked at the time on the phone again.

"Finally it's eight o'clock. I have to send a WeChat message to Yuanxi now ..." His Majesty, Ming Ru left the table without even having breakfast.

"Xiao Ru has reached the age of talking about marriage!" The old housekeeper who was waiting for Ming Yu to continue dining suddenly felt.

But I don't know, his words stagnate the underworld being eaten ...