Chapter 1161

Qiao Yiming kisses Cheng Lin's eyes. Cheng Lin's tears are bitter and salty.

Qiao Yiming said: "you say what you want, I'll give it all later."

Cheng Lin pushes people away from her hand. Her sad eyes turn cold. Qiao Yiming still doesn't know. What she really likes is not what others want, but what she wants.

Ruan Xiaoxi never said to Qiao Yiming what he wanted, but Qiao Yiming held up his sincerity. Qiao Yiming will unconsciously take care of her, even Qiao Yiming will subjectively want to give to Zheng Feilin, but when it comes to himself, he let himself.

What do you want?

Want more, won't appear to be insatiable, won't attract people bored?

Cheng Lin said: "if you don't want to leave today, you should go to sleep on the sofa outside, or I will go to Chelsea's house now..."

Qiao Yiming's eyes became very cold. Cheng Lin looked directly at his anger and said with a smile: "otherwise, you'd better do it to me in a rage? If I die, isn't it all over? "

There is light in Cheng Lin's eyes. She seems to expect Qiao Yiming to do so.

Qiao Yiming looks at Cheng Lin on the bed. For the first time, he thinks that this gentle person who should always be around him is so difficult.

In the end, she was afraid that Cheng Lin would go to Chelsea's home. She went out of the house and slept on the sofa.

She knows that Cheng Lin is no longer the person she used to be. There may still be a little love in her eyes, but there are too many other things in the middle.

Cheng Lin, waiting for Qiao Yiming to go out, locks the door again. Just because of this noise, she can't close her eyes all night. She looks at the ceiling in a daze. Even she doesn't know what she's thinking.

The next morning, Cheng Lin got up and came out of her room. The person who should have gone to work in the company was still sitting on the sofa.

He didn't sleep well last night. There was a layer of black under his eyes and his voice was a little hoarse. He should have been holding a video conference.

Qiao Yiming's tone is very bad. He has scolded four or five people in three minutes. He can find fault with every word others say.

Cheng Lin sneers. She knows that Qiao Yiming is not talking to the people on the phone, but to herself. He choked his anger from himself yesterday. He should have no place to vent it. It's very uncomfortable.

Cheng Lin has breakfast for herself. She drizzles a little oil in the pot. After the shallots are fragrant, she beats the broken eggs in. Just for a moment, the room is filled with the smell of rice.

She only made a meal for one person, but as soon as she put the meal on the plate, Qiao Yiming came over with chopsticks, holding the plate and delivering the leftover pasta to her mouth.

Cheng Lin gas of gnash teeth, but also have no way, Qiao Yiming see is already rely on her. Cheng Lin simply after the meal to do a double, she knows that he is not rob Qiao Yiming.

If this man is really unreasonable, no one can stop him.

Cheng Lin and Qiao Yiming had breakfast together, and Qiao Yiming went back to his bed to toss about the messy documents and video conference.

Cheng Lin is really too lazy to pay attention to him. After she has cleared the table, she is ready to go out to her own exhibition hall. She is seriously thinking about whether she should go to live in Chelsea's home for a while. If Qiao Yiming can't block people here, she must give up.

Then even if he is not willing, it is impossible for him to rush into the home of Chelsea with a knife and kill people. After all, the bodyguards of the home are not vegetarian.

Cheng Lin thought it over and made up her mind.

Qiao Yiming takes himself as a habit. If he can't quit himself, let her help him.

Cheng Lin went out of the house and handed over the matter in the exhibition hall. The little painter accidentally damaged the decoration of a humanoid horse in the exhibition hall. Cheng Lin took a look at the decoration. It seemed that Qiao Yiming had bought it for her when she just opened the exhibition hall.

Qiao Yiming's gift should be expensive. The little painter is just a little famous, and he is not very rich. He checked the price of it on the Internet, and his face turned pale and his lips trembled.

Cheng Lin doesn't mean to be embarrassed. She looks at this thing. It's a pity, but if it's broken, it's broken. Besides, she didn't pay for it, so she asked someone to throw it out. Forget it.

Anyway, she doesn't want to have that man's things around her now. As long as she takes a look, she feels uncomfortable.

The little painter was afraid that Cheng Lin would regret it. He left in a hurry and even forgot to say sorry.

Cheng Lin closed the door of her exhibition hall. During this period of time, she had better not open. Qiao Yiming doesn't know what she will do, especially when she can't find herself. She can almost imagine Qiao Yiming's furious appearance.

Cheng Lin closed the drawing room and went to her home. Her guest room is still reserved. The people at home are already familiar with Cheng Lin and are very respectful.In the evening, Cheng Lin cooked a table of delicious food for Chelsea. She thought about the surprise of Chelsea in her mind, so she deliberately suppressed her guilt for the poor flowers and plants at home.

When Chelsea came back, he smelled the smell of rice in a room. His face, which was a little gloomy, brightened for a moment. He untied his tie and said, "Linlin, are you here?"

Cheng Lin came over to help Chelsea take off her heavy suit and said, "it's me..."

She saw Chelsea go straight to the dining room. She grabbed the man's hand and said, "don't worry. Go wash your hands first."

Chelsea laughed: "look at me, I even forget this. I miss Linlin's craftsmanship so much."

Chelsea washed his hands and sat down at the dining table together. Cheng Lin told him that he met Qiao Yiming yesterday.

The more he listened, the more he frowned. He said, "you'll live in my house recently and wait until his madness is over

Cheng Lin nodded, "um.".

"And I've drawn another one recently. Can you help me to have a look at it?"

Cheng Lin said with a smile: "that's certainly good. After we have had dinner, we'll go and have a look together."

That night, Cheng Lin and Chelsea came to the studio, did not see the painting, but got a kiss.

Cheng Lin is held in the arms of a tall man, and her blue eyes are full of desire: "Cheng Lin, I want you."