Qiao Yue looked puzzled and was about to retreat, but when she saw Qi Han sitting inside, she smiled slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Miss Qiao, I'll send you." Qi Han spoke politely, with a smile on his face.

Qiao Yue subconsciously looked inside the car, as if she was looking for something.

Qi Han saw her thoughts, and said with a smile: "The president is not here." ”

Qiao Yue seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, but there was a faint sense of loss in her heart.

After experiencing being bitten by a dog during the day, hasn't she always been afraid to face Su Mingyuan, and now what's going on with the sense of loss in her heart.

"Thanks, but no, I'll take a taxi back." Qiao Yue politely refused.

Su Mingyuan was not in the car, which meant that Qi Han was not going to the valley villa, and specially asked him to send him home, Qiao Yue felt that he couldn't go.

"It's okay, I'll stop by, besides, aren't your feet inconvenient." Qi Han said, glancing at Qiao Yue's bare feet.

Qiao Yue moved her toes a little embarrassed, this look is indeed a little inconvenient.

Forget it, anyway, this is Su Mingyuan's car, if you don't sit in vain, you don't sit in vain, since you are on the way, it is better to be respectful than to obey your fate.

"Thank you." Qiao Yue went around to the co-pilot's position, pulled the car door and sat in.

Su Mingyuan looked at the black sedan that gradually disappeared into the traffic, and his eyes were a little gloomy.

He saw Qiao Yue just standing there, looking into the car, Qi Han said something, she breathed a sigh of relief and got into the car with a smile.

She was making sure he was in the car, and if he was in the car, she wasn't going to get in the car.

Thinking of this, Su Mingyuan's heart was a little lonely, and then he felt a burst of irritability.

Is she so afraid of herself, lest she avoid it?

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When Qiao Yue returned to the villa, the first thing she did was to throw away her high heels.

She breathed a long sigh of relief as she stepped on the soft carpet, feeling that she was finally alive.

Qiao Yue went directly to the second floor, planning to take a shower.

She habitually took her pajamas and walked towards the bathroom.

Suddenly, her movements paused, and she remembered the text message Su Mingyuan sent her in the morning.

Her eyes suddenly dimmed, and she looked at the pajamas on her hands, and finally chose to put them down.

Qiao Yue walked to the closet and opened the door with her pajamas hanging.

Rows of pajamas and nightdresses hung neatly on hangers, all smooth silk.

Qiao Yue's hand gently swiped over the pajamas, and a soft and silky touch came from her fingertips.

Sure enough, it is a high-grade fabric, and it feels different to the touch.

Presumably the price is not ordinary, the silk pajamas she saw in a certain treasure before often cost thousands of yuan, which is more expensive than the formal clothes she usually wears.

Qiao Yue subconsciously rummaged through the tags to see if the price was as shocking as he thought.

But after looking around, she found that all the tags on her clothes were gone, and they should have been cut off in advance.

There are many styles of pajamas, but without exception, they all have a little sexiness.

The silk fabric is embellished with lace, and even the most conservative style is enough to make people think about it.

Qiao Yue took a set casually, closed the cabinet door, and walked towards the bathroom.

The pajamas are a three-piece suit, suspenders, cropped trousers and a lace-up dressing gown.

There is a circle of soft lace on the bottom edge of the suspenders and on the hem of the pants, and there is a hint of playfulness and cuteness in the femininity.

Compared to suspenders and trousers, the design of the dressing gown is much simpler, except for a circle of lace at the cuffs, only a belt seat embellishment.

The clothes are flesh pink, and the silky fabric is lined with Qiao Yue's already fair and delicate skin, which is even smoother and more delicate.

Qiao Yue found that all the clothes here seemed to be her number, as were the clothes and shoes in the morning.

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