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Chapter 404 This Prayer Is Not Serious
The truth is often cruel.

Hard truths are often unacceptable, however, others may break down.

Liu Yifei can't.

Her pride and stubbornness require her not to be defeated at any time.

night.

The cold wind was blowing, the windows were blowing and beating randomly, the corridor was dark, Liu Yifei stepped on the cold floor barefoot, with a haggard face and stubborn eyes, he said: "Han Qiao, you are wrong, I don't hate you, I hate myself. "

Paused.

Her eyes were slightly red, she bit her lips tightly, and her face was painful: "If it wasn't for me, she wouldn't come to you again and again, and she wouldn't be in such pain!"

Blame yourself.

My own dream, but my mother has to pay the price.

She clutched the door, the floor was cold, pricking her tender soles like needles, even so, her back was straight.

Han Qiao can indeed influence her acting career.

So what, he looked straight into his eyes and said forcefully, "You said, I don't even have the right to hate you."

"Han Qiao, let me tell you." Liu Yifei said word by word, "If a person has no bottom line and no morality, even if he is an emperor, he can't stop the poor from being spurned."

The two looked at each other.

"You're right." Han Qiao nodded in satisfaction. As expected of his apprentice, he was sober-minded at this moment.

Liu Yifei hates him, does he still need qualifications?

Of course not.

Han Qiao shrugged and said patiently, "So, are you willing to call her mother now?"

Liu Yifei clenched her lips and remained silent.

"What's wrong with her." Han Qiao's eyes were oppressive: "A woman likes a man, and a man likes a woman. What's wrong with the two of them."

"Could it be that because she is your mother, she can only like you and not other people?"

Liu Yifei's slender body staggered, clutching the door with both hands, her face was painful, she held on, and retorted: "She can like anyone."

"I didn't stop her, I hope she can find her own happiness."

"Do you think you are?"

"In the final analysis, I'm the only one who can't, right?" Han Qiao shrugged: "Women are not married, and men are not married either. It's only natural for two people to love each other."

"God can't stop it."

"Han Qiao, don't talk nonsense." Liu Yifei glared and growled, "My mother doesn't love you, don't you know?"

"You threaten, lure, and act dirty. She will not be happy at all when she is with you."

Hooked.

Silly girl, is it a little girl? Han Qiao smiled: "So, the reason why you object is because you think she is unhappy."

"I..." Liu Yifei was about to speak.

Han Qiao leaned over and paused in front of him, his eyes were oppressed, and he asked expressionlessly, "Why do you say she is unhappy?"

Whether Liu Xiaoli is happy or not, how can he not know?

The two looked at each other, Liu Yifei held the door, stood on tiptoe, furrowed his eyebrows, and said angrily, "Han Qiao, I didn't argue with you."

"Liu Yifei, I don't think so about how much you care about her." Han Qiao twitched the corner of his mouth, pretending to be contemptuous: "I think it is because of your own face and your own vanity that you are preventing her from obtaining happiness."

"It's so pitiful. She has paid so much for you."

"Shut up." Liu Yifei's eyes were moist, she suppressed tears, and broke down, "I knew that she would kneel on the cold ground every night to pray, and she was not happy at all."

"She can't be happy."

Han Qiao looked at Liu Yifei in a thin white dress, disheveled hair, and bare feet.

The sense of sight of a broken beauty.

"Let's make a bet." Han Qiao said, "Bet on whether she is really happy. If I lose, I apologize to you and I won't interfere with your lives in the future."

Paused.

Han Qiao continued: "If I win, you can't call her, but mom."

Liu Xiaoli treats her precious daughter with the flesh on the tip of her heart.

Han Qiao is half of her suffering, and Liu Yifei is the other half.

The cold wind howled.

Liu Yifei's face was pale, her clothes were thin, she didn't seem to feel the cold, she looked at Han Qiao indifferently.

Upset.

Her mind was in a mess, and when she thought about the relationship between Han Qiao and Liu Xiaoli, she couldn't stop her headache.

quite a while.

Liu Yifei said indifferently, "Okay."

"I'll give you the shoes." Han Qiao looked at Liu Yifei's bare feet and said, "I'll get better if I catch a cold."

I thought about it.

Take off the down jacket: "The clothes are also for you."

"No need." Liu Yifei refused indifferently, paused for a while, with a cold face, and said coldly, "Thank you."

"Very polite."

Han Qiao didn't force them, and the two went downstairs barefoot.

in the kitchen.

Liu Xiaoli's figure was reflected on the door, busy.

Han Qiao paused: "Liu Yifei, remember the bet, no matter what happens, you can't break the bet."

"What on earth are you trying to do?" Liu Yifei frowned, emphasizing: "Han Qiao, if you bully her, I won't let you go."

"Who said you want to bully her."

Han Qiao stepped on the floor with a smile on his lips: "I just want to prove that she is happy."

prove?

how to prove.

To convince her of course.

Han Qiao is very experienced, but Liu Xiaoli is duplicity and stubborn.

Indifferent ice, only a young guy at 37 degrees can cover the heat.

Han Qiao closed the door.

Liu Xiaoli was busy, wearing black slacks that lined the curve of her legs, and her waistline was very thin.

Hair tied into a ponytail.

The red sweater is skintight and has alluring curves.

In the evening, she and Liu Yifei both ate lightly.

Blanch cauliflower and carrots.

Turning to see Han Qiao, Liu Xiaoli was expressionless: "Is it finished?"

"Ah."

"Come back when you're done."

"Sister, I have something I want to tell you." Han Qiao said nothing, his heart beating like a drum.

Say something.

Han Gou has stolen incense and jade so many times, but he has never seen such a situation.

Liu Yifei is right outside the door.

With Liu Yifei's character, at this time, he must be listening to the wall, maybe he is still holding a broom in both hands.

As long as Liu Xiaoli yelled.

next moment.

She would come in ruthlessly and beat Han Qiao to death.

Liu Xiaoli didn't notice, she frowned, poked the boiled cauliflower with her chopsticks, and said impatiently, "What's there to say, I have nothing to say to you."

"sister."

Han Qiao touched it.

Nearly.

He raised his heart to his throat, leaning on Liu Xiaoli's slender waist, following the curve all the way down, and paused.

Liu Xiaoli was about to reprimand her.

Han Qiao immediately growled: "Sister, don't bark, it won't be good for Qianqian to hear."

boom.

Liu Xiaoli's throat was blocked, her eyes were angry, her face was flustered, her body was stiff, her elbows viciously pointed at Han Qiao's chest, and she growled, "Han Qiao, are you crazy?"

"Sissy is upstairs, you insist on my death, don't you?"

"Sister, I see that you are unhappy, and I am unhappy." Han Qiao couldn't stop, Liu Xiaoli's body was stiff, but he couldn't understand it.

Ask her to really refuse.

The hot water in the pot was poured up.

After all.

Aunt Liu was confused.

Good mother and happy woman.

Han Qiao turned off the fire, and put his arms around Jiu Xiaoli's waist from behind: "Sister, do you miss me?"

"I miss you a lamp." Liu Xiaoli's cheeks were flushed, she was afraid that Liu Yifei would hear, she struggled, and shouted: "Han Qiao, don't go too far, let me go."

"Sister, I didn't do anything, I just wanted to talk to you." Han Qiao said with a painful face, "Don't move."

Stopped abruptly.

The two stood still.

Liu Xiaoli was honest, Han Qiao smiled, and grabbed Liu Xiaoli's ponytail with one hand, the devil whispered: "Sister, admit it, you can fool others, but you can't fool yourself."

Liu Xiaoli raised her head, her eyes were glaring, and her nasal cavity was breathing fiercely.

"Sister, look, every cell in you is cheering." Han Qiao stroked his finger from his cheek.

Slender neck.

Pause on Adam's apple.

Nails are sharp.

Liu Xiaoli pressed her hands on the kitchen counter, automatically ignoring Han Qiao's words, her body was stiff, neither moving nor not moving.

this pose.

Her face was anxious, and she said in a panic: "Han Qiao, how are you doing tomorrow, I will find you tomorrow."

Done.

Her eyes closed in vain, her body became limp, her cheeks were hot, and her legs swayed like cramps.

"Fuck."

Han Qiao was dumbfounded. He had never seen such a situation.

Last time.

Li Bingbing ran into it, and Liu Xiaoli didn't do the same.

How many secrets does Sister Liu have?

Looking at the glass door, Han Qiao deliberately said, "Sister, what are you doing with me tomorrow?"

"Han Qiao, you...you...you..." Liu Xiaoli's eyes were filled with anger.

Little wolf, ask the question knowingly.

His body was limp.

Han Qiao just humiliated her.

The more Han Qiao wanted to see her annoyed expression, the more calmly she pressed her hands on the kitchen counter, gritted her teeth, and said intermittently, "I'm looking for you, I'll give you a grave."

Hard-mouthed.

"When I came down, Sissy said she would be down in a few minutes."

Han Qiao deliberately said: "Sister, you don't want Qianqian to see this situation either."

Magic weapon is very useful.

Liu Xiaoli arched her back and said anxiously, "Han Qiao, let me go, sister, please?"

"Sister, don't tell me what you want me to do tomorrow?" Han Qiao continued to tease: "I won't let you go."

The pot was heating up, and the water splashed on the surface of the pot, sizzling and smoking.

Liu Xiaoli held on, and shouted: "Sister will look for you tomorrow, whatever you want to do, I will do whatever you want."

"Sister, what do I want to do?"

Han Qiao said innocently, "I'm still underage."

………………

It was very quiet in the kitchen.

Liu Yifei didn't lift the broom, she held a bottle of red wine with both hands, and the hem of her white dress fell to the ground, squatting to listen to the movement.

It was very quiet in the kitchen.

Her eyes were puzzled: "Han Qiao has been in for so long, she has not made a sound, could it be..."

impossible.

Liu Yifei stopped thinking, she couldn't possibly like Han Qiao, let alone love Han Qiao.

The clock on the wall keeps walking unswervingly.

quite a while.

When I was drowsy, there was movement in the kitchen, and the woman's voice was intermittent: "We are in the sky, love our heavenly Father! You are the true God who created the universe and everything..."

Liu Xiaoli is a devout Christian.

How she prayed.

Liu Yifei looked anxious, and put his hand on the door lock. Han Qiao's voice came: "Who is the heavenly father?"

The woman's voice was intermittent: "You...you...you are the heavenly father."

???

Her eyes widened, even though she was still a little girl, something was wrong.

Keep listening.

The woman's devout prayer was suppressing the pain, and the voice was intermittent and painful: "Lord, our God the Father, today, your child is silent here."

"Who is God?"

She was carrying the wine bottle, damn it, Han Qiao bullied her and was about to go in.

The woman said piously: "You...you...you are my god."

???

She was a little silly, what was going on inside.

Is it?

She will be really happy when she is with Han Qiao!
Doubts in the head, the answer will soon be revealed.

Han Qiao asked, "Sister, are you happy?"

The sound disappeared for a long time.

When she couldn't bear it anymore, a woman's voice called: "Happy, Han Qiao, happy..."

"Call Dad."

"Dad...Dad..."

"Chaka."

She sat down on the ground, her eyes widened, and her mind was buzzing.

The world collapses.

There was a crisp sound when the wine bottle fell, and the bright red wine flowed uncontrollably.

Straws of wine gushed out of the bottle.

for a short time.

The tiles get wet.

It is normal for a bottle of 1200Ml red wine to have such an effect!

Liu Yifei's white dress was soaked, she staggered, her face flustered.

At this time.

When the kitchen door opened, Han Qiao was sweating profusely, holding a spoon in one hand, and asked curiously, "Liu Yifei, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing."

Liu Yifei looked anxiously at the kitchen. She was leaning on the refrigerator, and the two looked at each other.

Liu Xiaoli turned her head away, her hair covered half of her face.

In a trance.

"Han Qiao, what have you done?" Liu Yifei yelled anxiously.

What the hell happened to her!
"Down here." Han Qiao wiped his sweat and complained, "Liu Yifei, there is really something wrong with your stove. I'm exhausted."

"Just down there?"

"if not?"

"A love dinner." Han Qiao turned his head and held Liu Xiaoli by the arm, with a serious face: "Liu Yifei, do you still remember our bet?"

"Sister, are you happy?"

Liu Xiaoli was in a daze, she didn't know the situation at all, her ears were buzzing.

Just want to hit him head on.

Hair covers the face.

"Sister." Han Qiao leaned into his ear: "Are you happy?"

"hapiness."

After Liu Xiaoli finished speaking, her head cleared up, her eyes flustered, she saw her precious daughter Wei sitting on the ground, without even thinking about it, she jumped on her, glaring, and shouted, "Get out."

"sister."

"Han Qiao, get out!" Liu Xiaoli collapsed, her face was pale, tears streaming down her face, and she pointed at the door: "Get out."

What the hell happened to her!
"What's wrong with you?" Liu Yifei glared at Han Qiao, and put his arms around his emotionally out of control mother.

Since mother and Han Qiao are really happy, what can she do.

but.

She couldn't figure it out.

She obviously said she was happy, but why did she collapse.

Willing to gamble to lose.

Liu Yifei's complexion was subtle, and finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Mom, I wish you well."

She doesn't blame her mother, but she won't accept Han Qiao.

"Cissy, mom, mom, I..." Liu Xiaoli was incoherent and embarrassed.

She put her arms around her baby girl, tears streaming down her face.

"Mom, I understand." Liu Yifei interrupted, turning his head away: "I will take care of myself."

"Sissy, mom..."

"Sister." Han Qiao interrupted: "I've cooked the noodles! Sit down and talk about anything."

tidy up.

Three people reappear.

The scene was embarrassing.

Liu Xiaoli was in a calm mood, picking up noodles with her chopsticks.

"Mom, you guys just now, were you really just eating noodles?" She looked puzzled.

too weird.

"Yeah." Liu Xiaoli was embarrassed, and said softly, "Just now, Mom... I prayed, him, below him."

"Otherwise." Han Qiao said, "Who do you think made what you are eating now?"

"Han Qiao." Liu Yifei didn't move his chopsticks at all, and with a serious face, he said emphatically, "Even if you and your mother really love each other, I won't accept it."

"Whatever you want." Han Qiao didn't care: "As long as you recognize my sister."

"Sissy..." Liu Xiaoli shouted, "You misunderstood, he and I don't have that kind of relationship."

"Mom, what's the relationship?"

"It's nothing to do with it." Liu Xiaoli didn't dare to say "Mom" anymore, and said in a deep voice, "Sissy, don't worry about it, I'll take care of it."

"Trust me, okay?"

Liu Yifei's mind was in a mess, what the hell is going on!
Liu Xiaoli pleaded with her eyes.

She rarely saw her mother's eyes like this, and said distressedly, "Yes."

No one is in the mood for a meal.

Except, Han Qiao.

He cooked three bowls of noodles by himself, and this is the situation, Liu Yifei and Liu Xiaoli reconciled.

As for.

Han Qiao doesn't care whether Liu Yifei recognizes him or not, and he doesn't want Liu Yifei to retire.

Liu Xiaoli urged her precious daughter to go to bed.

Liu Yifei was unhappy and looked gloomy, but since her mother was happy.

She can only accept.

That is.

The two lived in a world of two, Liu Yifei looked at her eyes, and felt panicked in her heart.

I ran away like I was running away.

Seeing her precious daughter close the door, Liu Xiaoli was so furious that she raised the pillow with both hands.Throwing his head towards Han Qiao, he lowered his voice and roared angrily: "Han Qiao, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"Sister." Han Qiao let it hit him innocently, "Sister, if you are unhappy, I will be unhappy."

"It's all right now, Sissy and you have reconciled, and my sister can relax."

"You..." Liu Xiaoli thought of just now, she covered her face with her hands, and made a voice between her hands: "Get lost."

"Sister, you can't do this." Han Qiao sat next to her and complained, "I've worked hard and done a lot. Sister, it's fine if you don't thank me, and tell me to get out."

"Is it too much?" Han Qiao smiled and asked curiously, "Sister, are you happy?"

"Shut up." Liu Xiaoli's eyes were flying, her cheeks were flushed, she looked upstairs, her eyes were staring: "Han Qiao, I warn you, if you mess around again, I won't let you go."

"Sister, Sissy already recognizes our relationship." Han Qiao blinked: "From now on, I won't have anything to do with my sister."

"Han..." Liu Xiaoli was furious.

hiss……

Han Qiao rushed over, pressed Liu Xiaoli's wrist with both hands, and put his feet on the sofa.

"Sister, you were not like this just now."

………………

10:00 in the evening.

Han Qiao left the villa.

Breathing the cold air, the whole person became sober, and the relationship between him and Liu Xiaoli was like this.

lover?

Can't tell.

lovers?

That's even more nonsense.

In the final analysis, it's the messy things about men and women.

but.

Conquering Liu Xiaoli, Han Qiao still feels a sense of accomplishment, this kind of conquest.

Not mind and body.

Instead.

No matter how Liu Xiaoli escaped, she couldn't escape.

and.

After all, Liu Xiaoli didn't suffer at all. He, Han Qiao, was 23 years old, and his actual age was 21.

Young handsome guy.

Rich, beautiful, and status.

"Sister Liu, sister Liu, you got a great deal."

PS: Everyone doesn't seem to like this kind of plot, so I won't write it next time, it has a beginning and an end, let's give the ending

(End of this chapter)