Chapter Seventy-One: Who Are You Angry With Whom?

Bugatti Veyron in black

Qi Yang held the crystal cup in his hand with one hand, shook it, watched the red liquid spin a few times, and then drank it all.

"Why didn't I change your clothes?"

"It's okay, I can't see it in my coat anyway. Luo Chuli looked at the scenery outside the window and replied indifferently.

The man put down the crystal cup and glanced at her absently.

Luo Chuli's facial features are very good-looking, especially the edges and corners of the side face are soft, and her pink lips move from time to time, which makes people want to abuse them.

"Turn around. He reached out his big hand and forcefully made her look at him.

Luo Chuli frowned and looked at him without blinking.

Obviously, she didn't say anything, but Qi Yang saw the blame and grievances in her eyes, and pierced herself like a needleprick.

How can you feel this way?

The man shook his head and let go of her.

Luo Chuli saw that he let go of himself, rubbed his arm slightly, and diverted his gaze.

She really didn't want to look at him.

The car drove back to the underground garage of the villa slowly, Yingshan turned off the engine, pulled out the key, and turned around and handed it to Qi Yang.

In his opinion, Qi Shao's mood is not very good now, between losing his temper and not losing his temper.

"That, Qi Shao, I'll go back first. "

"Hmm. "

"Let's go, go upstairs. Qi Yang pulled Luo Chuli's little hand and dragged her into his arms.

"Don't hold me, hot. Luo Chuli pushed him, expressionless.

Qi Yang's face was cold, and he said, "What's hot in winter?"

"I want to take a leave of absence tomorrow. "

"What?"

"Qi Shao, I want to ask for leave. Luo Chuli repeated.

The corners of Qi Yang's mouth twitched, hehe, it's really good to change the topic.

With both hands slamming into force, he bent down slightly, picked up the person in his arms, kicked open the flower pot next to him, passed by a limited edition luxury car, and directly pressed the button of the elevator.

Luo Chu couldn't struggle, anyway, she knew that it was useless to struggle.

Dinner was eight dishes and one soup made by Aunt Li herself, she was a good cook, and I heard that she had won an award.

Luo Chuli took a small sip and drank the winter bamboo shoots and fresh shellfish soup in front of him, and never looked up much.

The fried prawns and boiled pork slices in front of her almost didn't touch them.

This woman......

Qi Yang felt that she was very unhappy with this meal, obviously she didn't say anything, and she was very well-behaved, but what was the matter with this kind of virtue that couldn't see him!

With a snap, he dropped his chopsticks.

With a snap, the spoon fell to the ground.

"What are you doing, scare me. Luo Chuli clutched his chest, thinking about things just now.

"What do you say!" the man leaned back, his eyes grim.

Aunt Li was just cutting fruit, and when she heard the movement, she came out and said, "Qi Shao, is there something wrong?"

"No, close the kitchen door. "

Aunt Li glanced at the two of them in horror, hesitated, and closed the door gently.

"Let's talk. "

"What are you talking about?" Luo Chuli pouted, "Aren't you eating?"

"I can't eat it. The man looked at her unhappily, "I'm air in front of you, am I?"

"Huh?"

"Ahhhhh "

"What are you angry about, I'm not angry. Reached out and grabbed two chopsticks and fish fillets, and put them in his mouth.

I don't know why, seeing Qi Yang so angry, she suddenly had an appetite.

"What are you angry about, are you entitled to be angry?"

"I'm full. Luo Chuli put down his chopsticks and was unhappy with his tone.

She got up and left, ready to go back to her room to sleep.

Who knows, as soon as his foot touched the first step of the steps, he was dragged back by a strong force, and then faced a handsome face full of mockery.

"Luo Chuli, who are you throwing a tantrum with?"