Qiao Le didn't give a word, which caught Jun Yan, who stretched out his hand, off guard. He took out all the medicine, and this unlucky girl actually said that she wouldn't give it?

No, if you don't give it, you have to give it!

So he raised his hand and wanted to grab Qiao Le's wrist. But as everyone knows, what Qiao Le is waiting for is his reaction. So as soon as he stretched out his hand, the girl smiled and put her wrist into his hand.

The eyes winked at him as if they could speak.

Qiao Le: "Hey, it's funny!" I didn't expect it! ”

Jun Yan: "......"

Looking at Qiao Le's smile, Jun Yan was silent for a second, but he just said coldly:

"You tease me like this today, do you tease others like this in the future? After taking the medicine, you will go to Hexiang Building. It's quiet, not for you. ”

While speaking, Jun Yan had already applied the ointment to Qiao Le's wound, this ointment was obviously specially made, and the moment it was applied, there was a cool attack to dispel the pain.

It's just that this trace of coldness is in Qiao Le's heart, but it is amplified by Jun Yan's words, not that the wound is cold, but that the heart is cold.

So, she slowly approached Jun Yan, looked at him suspiciously for a long time, and said:

"Jun Yan, are you angry?"

When Jun Yan heard this, the hand that took back the medicine bottle paused, and immediately said with cold phoenix eyes: "You think too much." ”

Qiao Le: "Oh! I'm thinking too much. ”

She nodded, and then added:

"I said, why are you angry with me?"

Jun Yan: "I said I didn't ......"

Qiao Le's two consecutive questions made Jun Yan a little annoyed, because when a person doesn't want to admit something, but is pierced by a sentence, he will turn embarrassment into shame.

And in a hurry, I want to respond with indifference.

However, before he could finish his defense, he was completely interrupted by a snow-white hand.

Because Qiao Le actually reached out and covered his mouth.

Looking at him, the girl frowned and said solemnly:

"Shut up and listen to me. You have, you definitely have. ”

Qiao Le's tone was so firm that the coldness in Jun Yan's eyes loosened a little.

"You're not mad at me, why don't you ignore me? Are you full? We're all so acquainted, if I'm doing something wrong, just tell me. I came up to you in such a 100-meter sprint, and I fell so badly, can't you see it? Yes? ”

For Jun Yan in front of him, Qiao Le is moved with affection and reason.

The above is the standard apology template she has learned.

First of all, I decided on an answer, and then lowered myself, saying that I knew that I could change my mistakes, I was super good at talking, and the last wave of strength sold miserably, and I won sympathy perfectly.

Don't worry about your own mistakes, just apologize anyway.

What is this called, this is called crisis PR!

Never quarrel with your customers, especially the top ones.

Commonly known as the father of the gold lord.

Because not only is it meaningless, but it will also cost you a huge loss.

It's not worth it.

Similarly, it does not conform to the operating principles of non-chieftain cutting leeks.

So, apologize.

Anyway, I apologize to the VIP big leek, and I won't lose a piece of meat. You've cut people for so long, and they've helped you so much, you always have to give something back, don't you?

This is cut and returned, and it is not difficult to cut again.

Sincerely, I'm not angry at all, it's best to speak, the most sincere!

So, under Qiao Le's perfect self-hypnosis, she looked at Jun Yan's eyes, not to mention how sincere she was. What is the highest level of a liar?

Here it is.

Because Qiao Le was ruthless, he even lied to himself.

Gently pinching Qiao Le's wrist, Jun Yan was silent for a while, and finally took her hand away, frowned and said:

"Why did you carry me behind my back today and go to Chu Huai?"

Qiao Le: "Huh? ”

Carrying you on your back? Chu Huai? That's it?