And then...... He suddenly couldn't remember......

Unexpectedly, after silently studying the lump on the back of his head, Qin Huo said, "Master, your lump ...... Kind of like ...... Like ......"

Qin Huo pondered for several moments.

"Damn, like what? Say it! Qi Yemo was a little annoyed.

"Shoehorn ......" Qin Huo finally fell into this inference.

Ye Huanyu's body trembled.

Qi Yemo's eyes lit up immediately, and he subconsciously glared at Ye Huanyu!

Then, three steps and two steps, squeezed straight into her room......

"Hey! Qi Yemo, you can't go in......"

But he didn't have time to stop his footsteps, and he didn't have time to clean up the 'murder weapon' lying quietly by the shoe cabinet-

A shoehorn made of fine wood!

Qi Yemo quickly pulled up the shoehorn and turned around, his face was already cloudy!

"Ye, Huan, Yu!" Teeth clucked, "You dare to say you didn't do it?!" ”

Shoehorn! This woman actually whipped him with a shoehorn?

The noble Mo Ye, the mighty Mo Ye, and the Mo Ye with a serious cleanliness habit can't tolerate the key point: this woman actually uses shoes, pulls, and children!!

It's like a cold wind passing through!

She took a deep breath, then straightened up: "What happened to me?" Who told you to break into my house last night? Qi Yemo, please confirm with your driver before you drink next time, don't run around other people's homes! Especially tie your own hands and don't knock on people's doors! ”

After she finished speaking, she angrily took the shoehorn from his hand, "Also, don't mess with other people's things!" ”

He endured the pain and gritted his teeth angrily: "Who said that I ran away from other people's homes? Can't I go back to my own home?! ”

After speaking, he walked to the opposite side of her room, took out the key several times, and roared, "Qin Huo!" ”

Qin Huo hurriedly took out the key from his pocket and respectfully and carefully handed it to Qi Yemo, "Master...... I'm sorry, I just found your keys in the car this morning......"

"You-" He glared at Qin Huo fiercely, "Why don't you send it over tomorrow?" ”

actually let him eat a one-night closed-door soup!

But the fact is that Mo Ye was drunk outside the door for a night.

Then, under Ye Huanyu's shocked gaze-

Qi Yemo used the key to open the door of the opposite room.

The moment the door was opened, the exquisite decoration that came out of the door made Ye Huanyu suddenly realize!

It turned out that the owner of the house, who had been decorating for a few days and had been noisy for many days, turned out to be Qi Er's goods!

No wonder, if he bought these expensive dead people's furniture, it would not be difficult to understand.

"Do you see clearly? My grandfather is back to his own home! Qi Yemo gritted his teeth and deliberately shook the door key in front of her.

Ye Huanyu relieved her soul, swallowed, and her eyes opened as big as copper bells, "Qi Yemo, you smoke!" What do you mean by living across the street from my house? ”

"What do you mean?" He pulled his lips and glanced at her evilly, "You can go to the court to trouble me at every turn, I can't live opposite you for Mao?" ”

"What's wrong with you? If you dare to treat Chenchen and Yangyang badly, I will make even more trouble! ”

She was just scaring him, and she didn't plan to make trouble in court again. But he couldn't listen to anyone, and it was impossible to expect him to take the initiative to be good to the children. Only when the court issues an execution order will he pay attention to it for the sake of face. Pursed his lips and glanced at her coldly, "You can go to the court to trouble me at every turn, I can't live opposite you for Mao?" ”

"What's wrong with you? If you dare to treat Chenchen and Yangyang badly, I will make even more trouble! ”

She was just scaring him, and she didn't plan to make trouble in court again. But he couldn't listen to anyone, and it was impossible to expect him to take the initiative to be good to the children. Only when the court issues an execution order will he pay attention to it for the sake of face.

(Thinker)