Chu Qiao's meat and vegetables didn't enter regardless of oil and salt, Mo Yao couldn't vent in his heart, so he simply went back to the room and slammed the door slammed shut.

Chu Qiao made a cheering gesture and won! The war with violent men has finally achieved a phased victory. Miss Chu won her heart, her whole body was comfortable, and even the oxygen content in the air felt much higher than usual.

It's a pity that she didn't have long to be complacent, and the tragedy happened.

Mo Yao's door was suddenly opened, and a pile of confetti fell from the top of her head like snowflakes, accompanied by Mo Qiye's tepid voice: "Ye accidentally tore some useful Wen Jiàn just now, you glued it up tonight." ”

…… You mean to pick up all these pieces on the ground? Chu Qiao looked at the fragments in disbelief, and then looked at Mo Yao's smug face.

"This paper is as shredded as biscuit dregs, how can it stick?" Chu Qiao asked rhetorically.

"That's your business, it has nothing to do with you." Mo Yao raised his eyebrows, "Don't delay your lord's use tomorrow morning." After speaking, he closed the door unhurriedly.

Use your sister! How does it work? Do you cook paper porridge for breakfast? Chu Qiao's teeth itched with hatred, and he stared at the door of the room and couldn't wait to poke a few holes in the door.

But the itchy teeth are itchy teeth, and she still has to fight for the confetti here, who made her a slave he bought.

Chu Qiao began to pick up pieces of paper in resignation, and the pieces of paper were thrown upstairs and downstairs, and Chu Qiao ran hard several times before he finished picking them.

finally saw that there was no paper on the ground, Chu Qiao's two legs were about to break, and he held a large pile of confetti and spread it on the coffee table in the living room.

How to spell this! Chu Qiao took out a few pieces and tried to compare them, but found that there was no logic to follow at all.

"Damn, it's just a pervert!" Chu Qiao pushed the confetti on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa angry, perverted, this was the third evaluation she gave to Mo Yao.

At half past three in the morning, Mo Qiye leaned comfortably in the soft swivel chair, with peeled cactus fruit in the fruit bowl in his hand, his feet folded on the desk, and a satisfied smile on his face.

On the computer screen in front of him, Chu Qiao was catching confetti in a black circle, and on the coffee table in front of him, there were already two pieces that were almost spelled together.

Mo Yao picked up a piece of cactus fruit and put it in his mouth, this thing is sour, and I don't know why the locals like it so much, and it is regarded as a famous specialty fruit.

His eyes glanced at the air conditioning vent above Chu Qiao's head, and the corners of Mo Yao's eyes raised a wicked smile.

The confetti piled up on the side finally saw that it was less, and Chu Qiao felt the dawn of victory in his heart, and reached out to pick up a piece of confetti that was facing up and down, left and right, when suddenly a cold wind blew down above his head.

Yes! Chu Qiao screamed, and subconsciously got up to protect the confetti that had been put together. But it was too late, and as soon as the wind blew, the just-spelled Wen jiàn, together with the unspelled confetti, was blown around and mixed together.

It's over, and most of the night is in vain.

Chu Qiao squatted on the ground in discouragement, like a frosted eggplant, wilting.

Hahahaha, Mo Yao couldn't help but laugh at the desk, this broken woman only looks the most pleasing to the eye at this time. Some people are born passively masochistic, such as Chu Qiao.

Chu Qiao looked at the air conditioning outlet resentfully, in the middle of the night, she didn't believe that the housekeeper would come to turn on the air conditioner if he didn't sleep, it must have been done by Mo Qi, this perverted man's heart is too bad!

Chu Qiao's eyes rolled, and he suddenly thought of a countermeasure-

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