“....”

Finally, it was Su Qing who couldn't hold on.

Unable to speak, she glanced aside to step back.

However, Qiao Mo Han refused to let her go, and she was still bound to death.

"Why, it's you who bring up this topic first, so unadulterated? Afraid? "

Jomohan's voice is magnetic and hoarse, with a charm that puzzles people.

"Joe thinks less I'm afraid that I can't hold Qiao Shao If I delay Qiao Shao's business later, and Qiao Shao is angry, he withdraws the investment he gave me and doesn't cooperate with me, then I'm not worth the loss? "

It's impossible not to cooperate with her.

Even if jomohan had been hesitant before.

But now, after the two kisses, he had made up his mind to marry this woman.

Of course, when you have a decision in mind, you don't have to say it.

Qiao Mohan pinched Su Qing's small chin and said with a sneer: "if I want to withdraw my capital, I'll perform well. If you want to be Mrs. Qiao, you should not only have a decent face and figure, but also let me bring my hand with me... "

"You will accompany me to dinner tonight. Let me see if the future Mrs. Joe will be able to entertain me

Social intercourse

Su Qing eyes light micro flash, not much said what, gently picked pick eyebrows, clean and neat way: "good."

Seeing her promise, Joe was in a good mood.

Then she let her go and went around to the driver's seat.

He has lost his patience in disguise for the "inferior dishes" at the dinner, which make him unable to raise any interest at all.

Instead of wronging yourself, go to the party alone.

It's better to take Mrs. Qiao, who just got her hand, to the dinner party with her, or enjoy her "service.".

Anyway, the Playboy, Mr. Qiao, has never wronged his own master.

*

Su Qingguang could see what the man was thinking when he saw the strange light flashing through Qiao Mohan's eyes.

It must be something bad that needs decontamination powder.

Su Qing didn't care about him. She turned around and pulled out the co driver's seat and sat on the car with light movements.

Ha ha, anyway, Qiao Mo Han doesn't care. She wears this way to dinner. Why does she feel sorry for him, Mr. Qiao.

You should know that when master Qiao loved her most domineering, he was not willing to even wear a skirt to accompany him to the party.

Oh, it's still the kind of long skirt that covers the instep tightly, or the style of high collar.

Because master Qiao said that even high-ranking collar workers would outline her figure.

Therefore, if you want to go out with him, especially when there are many men, you can only wear loose jeans with long sleeves.

At most, you can wear short sleeves in summer.

And those sexy and beautiful little skirts are not impossible to wear, but they must be reserved for him to wear alone.

In the words of Mr. Qiao at that time, xiaoqingqing was his own, and he could only show him the graceful and sexy appearance.

*

along the way, Qiao Mohan didn't pay attention to the Yellow accent, instead, he talked to her about the etiquette and manners that should be paid attention to at the dinner party.

It seemed that she had taught her like a model, afraid that she would humiliate him.

Su Qing absentminded to listen, but only feel his deep magnetic voice, good to listen to life.

When the fiery Ferrari opened outside the clubhouse where the dinner party was held, he was almost hypnotized by the magnetic provocative voice.

"Here it is," said jomohan.

As soon as she finished speaking, Su Qing didn't have time to see the outside of the car. A suit coat was thrown from the driver's seat next door.

On her bare shoulders.

"It's cold outside..." in Jomo's cold voice

Su Qing turned her head slowly and looked at the man beside her.

Blinking, I don't understand - well, what's going on?

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