If Tang Ruomeng hadn't taken the initiative to provoke, could the moonlight bite?
"Pei Lichuan! It's not the moonlight's fault" Xia Qiao said, her voice was a little hoarse, and her eyes turned red.
"Huh! Come with me!" Pei Lichuan's voice was cold, and the indifference of his pupils was really frightening. Xia Qiao immediately sent a chill down his spine, "What's wrong?"
The man didn't speak, he turned around and entered the bedroom.
Turning around, she saw Xia Qiao was in a daze, and said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing in a daze, blow your hair!"
Xia Qiao is now a little more sober.
Xia Qiao is used to these things, but Pei Lichuan has had less contact with her during this period of time, and Xia Qiao was too busy with work, so she didn't react immediately.
"En!" Xia Qiao responded, picked up the hair dryer and helped Pei Lichuan dry his short hair.
Pei Lichuan leaned against the back of the chair, quietly, with his legs crossed, his slender wrist dangling in front of Xia Qiao from time to time because he was flipping through magazines.
Slender, but not too thin.
Pei Lichuan's hands are beautiful, even more beautiful than a woman's hands.
With round finger pads, the nails are already a bit long, but they haven't been trimmed yet.
The sound of the hair dryer fell, and Pei Lichuan asked casually: "How many times has Tang Ruomeng come here in the past few days when I'm not here?"
"Just today!"
Xia Qiao couldn't help sneering in her heart, and didn't ask her a word when she came back, only Tang Ruomeng?
When he looked up, a shadow flickered across his eyelids. Pei Lichuan didn't ask any more questions, but got up and strode onto the soft bed, half lying down and continuing to read magazines.
"To take a bath."
"Um!"
When Xia Qiao turned around, the corners of her lips slowly curled into a bitter arc.
How could she not understand what he meant.
The sound of dripping water came from the bathroom, and Pei Lichuan on the bed was devoting himself to reading a magazine, when suddenly his cell phone rang, ding dong ding dong.
Pei Lichuan traveled a long distance, and he stretched out his hands a little lazily.
However, when his eyes touched the screen of the mobile phone, he sat up slightly, and the surrounding air also condensed into frost in an instant, and the cold current rolled wantonly, and snowflakes fell one after another.
There are several photos.
The first one shows Ye Shaohua entering the hotel with Xia Qiao in his arms.
The second picture shows the two entering the suite together.
The third picture is of Xia Qiao changing clothes and leaving alone.
He saw all of this with his own eyes. He had recovered a little in the past few days, and wanted to come back and listen to Xia Qiao's explanation, but now the photo was presented in front of his eyes, as if he was laughing at him.
Pei Lichuan closed the phone, squinted his eyes and waited for Xia Qiao to come out.
Xia Qiao was very tired at first, but she felt much more comfortable after taking a hot bath, and her complexion recovered a little bit. Looking at the autumn water in her eyes, she was very beautiful.
When she went out, she tugged on her bathrobe, and when she saw the man squinting at him, she suddenly thought of something.
She took out a gift box from the drawer of the dressing table, walked up to Pei Lichuan, and handed it over: "Pei Lichuan, return it to"
Before the words 'Tang Ruomeng' could be said, the man's face turned cold suddenly, and he swiped the box away viciously with his fingers.
"Crack!" With a sound, the perfume inside hit the ground and shattered.
The sweet fragrance is overwhelming.
But through the sweet fragrance, the man in front of him has changed from cold to angry.
"Pei Lichuan, why are you crazy! You"
Before she finished speaking, the world was spinning in front of her eyes, and Pei Lichuan had already roughly held her in his arms, looking at her like an angry beast: "Xia Qiao, what kind of face do you have to accept?" This gift!?" (Remember this website URL: www.hlnovel.com