"Hahaha......"

Song Yunchi burst out laughing, "It's really stupid and cute!" ”

"Shut up!" Drink low. ~with~dream~small~say~щ~suimеng~lā

"Shut up!" Milk Murderer.

Father and daughter spoke in unison.

Song Yunchi smacked hard, if he didn't know that these two people had nothing to do with each other, he might have mistakenly thought that these two people were father and daughter!

Such a tacit understanding!

It's not that father and daughter can't talk about it!

Xiao Nuomi and Mu Jingxi glanced at each other, the little guy raised his hand, Mu Jingxi hooked his lips and smiled, and his palm high-fived her little paws.

Xiao Nuomi snorted arrogantly, "Okay, Xiao Nuomi believes in Uncle once." ”

In the study, the psychiatrist is giving Joan psychological counseling.

A knock is heard at the door, and the psychiatrist goes to open the door.

The door of the study opened, and the maid led Li Qinghuan to stand at the door, and the maid said, "Sorry to disturb, Sanshao asked me to bring Miss Li up to see Miss Qiao." ”

"It's okay." The psychiatrist turned to Qiao An, who was sitting on the sofa, and said, "Miss Qiao, you have guests arriving, so I'll go out first." ”

Li Qinghuan's gaze swept past the psychiatrist and looked at Qiao An.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, is this Joan?

It's a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the high-spirited people she's seen before.

Dressed in a silk nightgown, his hair was disheveled, his face was pale, his eyes were glazed, and he sat cross-legged on the sofa, with no image to speak of.

I don't know if she heard what the psychiatrist said, she was motionless and didn't answer.

The maid explained in a low voice, "Miss Li, Miss Qiao has been stimulated a little and left a shadow in her heart. Therefore, she is not very emotionally stable now, I hope you can control the time, and the psychiatrist will give her counseling in a while. ”

"Okay, I see."

After the maid and the psychiatrist had withdrawn, Li Qinghuan slowly walked to Qiao An, who was sitting on the sofa.

Li Qinghuan looked at the study leisurely, it was obvious that this was Mu Jingxi's study.

Now, vacating the study room for her shows how much he loves Joan.

But so what?

All he is doing now is just to make up for what happened three years ago.

It's no big deal, there's no need to envy her.

Standing still in front of Qiao An, Li Qinghuan looked down at her condescendingly, "Miss Qiao." ”

The man sitting on the couch remained motionless, as if he had not heard.

Her eyes were glazed over, her face was expressionless, and she looked like she was in a daze, but in fact she was more like a fool.

An ignorant and unconscious fool, no matter what sounds are made from the outside world, she is silent in her own world, undisturbed and unaffected.

The corners of his lips hooked up a cold smile, Li Qinghuan snorted coldly in his heart, Qiao An, you also have today.

God help me.

Unexpectedly, as proud as you are, there will be a day when you will be like a fool.

She leaned over and met her gaze, "Miss Qiao, can you take a look at me?" ”

Finally, the dull eyeballs turned, and Joan reacted a lot sluggishly, slowly pulling her head away and pulling away for a distance.

"You...... How did it come? "The voice of the gossamer sounded like a serious illness.

Li Qinghuan said to himself, "It was Sanshao who asked me to come, he wanted me to explain to you in person, that night, I ...... with him."

Speaking of this, Li Qinghuan bit his lip and looked a little shy, "Nothing happened to us." ”..

"What...... Didn't happen? Joanne repeated her words.

"yes, nothing happened." Straightening up, Li Qinghuan raised his hand and glanced at the time: "Okay, what I want to say has been finished." ”