Chapter 52: The little wild cat of the domineering president (51)
Chapter 52 The Overbearing President’s Little Wild Cat (51)
"Xiaoyu, I beg you to be my mother, please tell me that these are all fakes, and some people want to cause you to spread rumors."
"Mom, this matter..."
Qin Yu wants to say that this is not true, but he knows that the matter is already here, it is impossible to erase it in a word.
Suddenly swept his eyes to the entrance of the corridor, and suddenly couldn't talk anymore.
Su Qiao was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the living room a little surprised.
His face changed, and he hurriedly stepped forward to explain: "Jojo, you...Don't get me wrong, I..."
After a pause, he took a deep breath and tried his best to calm down:
"I drank too much last night, that's why I did such a **** thing, you know, the person I like and the person I love has always been you."
Su Qiao chilled her face.
It's all here, it's shameless that this man can say so.
is also right, he has no face at all.
Standing behind her, Qin Mohan slowly rolled his cuffs, and said unhurriedly:
"Last night I remember you didn't drink before you went upstairs."
"And the video is very clear, anyone with a discerning eye can see if there is any alcohol."
Still want to quibble?
Huh, let alone doors or windows.
Hearing this, Qin Yu's face was gloomy for a moment, and soon became extremely anxious again.
Kneeling on one knee, squatting at Su Qiao’s feet, looking at her eagerly: "Jojo, you will believe me, right?"
Su Qiao avoided the hand he stretched over, his eyes were cold, with a chill: "I believe you?"
"Do you think I'm really stupid and cheating?"
"You go and read the comments on the Internet. If someone believes in you, I will believe in you."
As if thinking of something, she lowered her head slightly, her voice a little sad:
"So you didn't want to touch me, what you said to cherish me, and want to give me a perfect wedding night, is because you like Guo Xiaoyu."
"It turns out that I'm not as good as the daughter of a high-level socialite who is born to a small gangster who can eat, drink, and gamble."
Su Qiao still does not forget Hei Guo Xiaoyu.
"You can hide deep enough!"
Last life, but until they got married, until the death of her clone, they all hid tightly.
Unfortunately, she is here, no matter how deep she is, she can pick you up.
Qin Yu became more anxious: "Qiaoqiao, you have misunderstood. I really want to give you a perfect wedding, a perfect wedding night. I really cherish you and love you very much. I have long been firm in my heart. Live with you for a lifetime."
"haha, really?"
Su Qiao sneered while sliding the wheelchair, and took two steps back.
is too close, she is afraid that she will directly punch her fist.
Behind him, in a hidden place, Qin Mohan tugged at her hair with a dark face.
After Su Qiao turned his head, he moved his lips with a grudge: Do you still want that **** to touch you?
Su Qiao glared at him: Stop making trouble.
Qin Mohan hurriedly pressed his lips, expressing that he was behaved.
Ms. Qin slowly calmed down at this time.
Seeing that my son begged Su Qiao this woman so low, I was immediately dissatisfied.
"Ayu, what are you asking her to do? It's just a woman, there are more and better choices without her..."
"Mom, stop talking."
Qin Yu wanted to try his best to save Su Qiao, but at this time, seeing his mother came out and dragged his feet, his expression sank.
"Jojo, you believe me, I really love you, I..."
Su Qiao's eyes were cold, and the corners of her lips curled up ironically:
"You loved me so much that you fell with Guo Xiaoyu, you really love me very much."
Qin Yu also felt annoyed in his heart.
'S eyes darkened, with a sad expression:
"Jojo, it was my fault this time. I admit it. You can hit or scold you, but I will never break up with you."
Su Qiao squinted at him, and his eyes flashed with disgust.
Beat you?
I am afraid of dirtying my hands.
Ms. Qin is the most uncomfortable with her excellent son being low in front of Su Qiao, and she can bear it, but she still can’t bear it.
coldly snorted, disapprovingly:
"Huh, it's just a woman. Now, how many people are playing outside? Those who haven't played Miss Master? Those who haven't played are not men."
(End of this chapter)
