Chapter 1638： Qianmiao wants to hug

Qianmiao quietly glanced at him, and could not see his expression, but could feel the change in his aura.

Obviously not as cold as before.

She glanced at the card in her palm, and thought to herself that it might not be useful anymore.

She moved her lips and said, "Can you not take a bath?"

The man turned his face back, keeping the solemnity just now, watching her silently.

Three seconds later, a low male voice sounded: "No."

Qian Mian laughed, obviously, what he heard was negative.

The body suddenly jumped over the brain, made an instinctive movement, and opened his arms to him.

The man still frowned, but there was a slight smile hidden at the corner of his mouth.

"Tang Qianyan, I'm having a serious conversation with you." He didn't respond to her "to hug".

Qian Miao raised her eyes, her eyes pure: "Oh, so, don't you hug?"

Helpless, he turned his head and smirked again.

Turning his face back, he returned to seriousness.

"Next time, dare to be so impulsive?"

In Qianmiao's big eyes, his eyes rolled.

Should she lie?

The time to think has made her miss the opportunity to answer.

The man's handsome face finally eased and tightened slowly again.

He knew that she did not include this matter in the ranks of "serious things".

The room suddenly became very quiet.

Qianmiao keenly sensed that the atmosphere had changed again, and only said in his heart that the value of the two cards had been exhausted, and the man was angry again.

Not only did the fire come back, but it also burned more severely than before.

She turned the card in her hand, wanting to replace it with a fire-extinguishing one.

Before she could find the right card, the man had turned and walked to the bathroom to take a shower.

Qianmiao came back, feeling a little distressed.

After he came out, she didn't find a chance to continue handing the card with him.

Because he was either calling or answering the phone, and didn't plan to respond to her at all.

She picked up the suit and went to take a bath.

She is the one who is at fault, so she has to smooth the man's hair.

She doesn't like quarrels, and she understands that when two people get along, one is stronger and the other is weaker. This is the way to get along.

If both sides are very strong and do not give in to each other, it will only hurt both sides.

She has seen such an example a long time ago.

The bathroom door closed.

Feng Xian looked back and said to the human on the phone, "I'll talk about it tomorrow."

When the words fell, he directly held up the phone.

He pinched his eyebrows, his eyes filled with helplessness.

Walking to the bed, he saw what she was hiding under the pillow.

I took it out and saw that there were seven or eight cards similar to the ones just now, the same cartoon characters of the little girl, either acting cute, acting like a baby, or crying.

Each card has a different message, and the more he looks down, the deeper the smile on his mouth.

The last one: Smile to the Lord.

He frowned slightly, but still smiled.

Then picked up the phone and recorded them into the album one by one.

Qian Miao took a good shower and went out, subconsciously glanced at the card he had hidden under the pillow. It was in the same position as before. This man shouldn't have noticed it.

She glanced, and he was sitting in front of the computer looking at the information.

She lifted the quilt and lay on the bed. After lying down, she opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling.

After sifting through the cards just now, it seems that every one of them is almost meaningless, so I don’t need it anymore, so I think of another way.

Maybe it was too tired, she thought about it, and her eyelids closed reluctantly.

Half-dreaming and half-awake, she felt that the place beside her sank, and someone lay on it.

The familiar touch came over and gently pressed her lips.