Chapter 66: Why Are You So Good-Looking

In her previous life, she had never seen such a side of him, in her heart he had always been cute and cute, and he was just a fierce little brother!

She's used to bullying him!

Now that she has transitioned, the feeling of being at a disadvantage really makes her not very used to it!

In such a stalemate, she was first struck by his momentum and collapsed!

No, she's going to have to get him away!

He opened his mouth with great difficulty, and was just about to speak, when a voice suddenly came from downstairs-

"The raw fish soup is ready, so you can serve it to your daughter and drink it!"

Jing Qiaoqiao's soul was almost scared off!

If her parents knew that there were more strange men in her room, wouldn't they be scared to death and angry?

They can't stand the thrill!

The room is just one door, or it leads downstairs, and my parents are blocking it downstairs, so let Han Xiuye go at this time, it won't work at all!

Jing Qiaoqiao was so anxious that she could only grab Han Xiuye, drive him to the bed, and hide under the quilt together.

Jing Qiaoqiao's heart pounded in fright, and she waited nervously for Fang Jingru to send raw fish soup into the house.

Who knew that Fang Jingru went up half of the stairs, and was called back by Jing Shixian-

"Come back, come back, I remembered, I forgot to put salt in the fish soup!"

"Really! Why don't you taste it when you get out of the pot? Fang Jingru complained and went downstairs.

Jing Qiaoqiao was afraid that Fang Jingru would come back soon, so she didn't dare to move.

Han Xiuye was stuffed under the quilt, and after a long time, he had some problems breathing, and he wanted to poke his head out to breathe.

Jing Qiaoqiao was overly nervous and scared, holding his head with both hands, not letting him come out, only showing him a small slit!

This time, I waited for more than ten minutes, and first heard the sound of some breaking, then a small nagging, and then there was no movement!

Jing Qiaoqiao was afraid of being raided, so she didn't dare to relax her vigilance at all!

After a long time, I didn't see Fang Jingru come up with fish soup.

Jing Qiaoqiao didn't dare to move casually, so she could only endure it as if she was on pins and needles.

I don't know how long time has passed, Jing Qiaoqiao doesn't know when she fell asleep?

When a sudden spirit woke up, it was already late at night!

When she woke up, her brain was not fully operational, so she was frightened by the beautiful man she was holding in her arms.

It's a shame for her!

She actually used Han Xiuye as a pillow, and her posture was really ecstatic!

After a moment of embarrassment, Jing Qiaoqiao came back to her senses and wanted to wake up Han Xiuye and let him leave quickly!

But when he reached out, he suddenly stopped in mid-air.

For many years, she hadn't seen Han Xiuye's face so closely.

The deepest impression is still when he was seventeen or eighteen years old!

Now he is twenty-four years old, and the former beautiful brother has really grown up!

A delicate face is deeply favored by God, the eyebrows are as beautiful as distant mountains, and the whole person exudes a domineering atmosphere of self-respect.

It seemed that when he smiled, the whole sky was gorgeous; With a frown, the whole sky lost its color!

If it weren't for the fact that he was actually in front of her, she wouldn't have believed that there would be such a perfect, god-like man in the world!

"Have you seen enough?" The low and clear voice shattered the silence of the night.

“……”

Oh, my God! Jing Qiaoqiao's entire face was distorted.

When did Han Xiuye wake up?

This time the old face is not guaranteed!

Jing Qiaoqiao could only be stubborn, and said with a hippie smile: "I haven't seen enough!" You look so good, like a wall calendar, and an eighty-year-old lady will look at you twice! ”

Oh, this can't be changed dead duck with a hard mouth......

Han Xiuye's eyes narrowed dangerously, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, Jing Qiaoqiao fell back into his arms.