Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 141 Chapter 140

Song Chuyi almost gritted his teeth and called her name.

His face was flushed, his body was slightly arched, and his fingers were tightly digging at the edge of the table, looking very uncomfortable.

Jiang Chuchu blurted out.

"You've been tricked."

Otherwise, how did Song Chuyi know that there was something wrong with the milk.

Jiang Chuchu took a step back vigilantly, looked at Song Chuyi's distressed expression, and spoke to comfort him.

"Be patient."

After she finished speaking, she thought about it and ran to the kitchen.

Song Chuyi looked back at her with reason, thinking she was going to do something to help, but the next second, he saw Jiang Chuchu coming out, holding a fruit knife.

Jiang Chuchu had an innocent face, "You can bear it, I really don't want to hurt you."

Song Chu's face turned redder, annoyed.

"You heartless."

Without saying a word, Jiang Chuchu turned around and disappeared for more than ten seconds. Song Chuyi vaguely saw what she was holding in her hand. Immediately afterwards, a basin of cold water poured down his head and covered his face.

"I rely on-"

Song Chuyi was shocked.

"You fucking can do it."

Jiang Chuchu asked him seriously, "How do you feel?"

"You thought you were filming an ancient costume TV series? If you got the trick, just take a cold bath? I was going to be bald just now, it's useless." Jiang Chuchu understood, no wonder she came downstairs in the morning and saw Song Chuyi's Hair is wet.

There was a big puddle of water on the ground, and the restaurant was in a mess, but no one cared at this time.

Song Chuyi's shirt was flimsy, and after being poured like this, the muscles under the shirt were faintly visible. To be honest, it was quite predictable.

"What's so evil, damn it, old man, I'm really a bully when I'm a young master, if I want to plot, I'll count."

Song Chuyi had already started talking nonsense.

Jiang Chuchu watched, it won't work if it goes on like this, even if Song Chuyi can bear it, if her body breaks down, she doesn't want to be responsible.

Jiang Chuchu neatly climbed up to the chest of drawers next to the sofa, tiptoed to reach the curtain, and pulled it down vigorously.

"What are you doing?"

As soon as Song Chu raised his head, he found that he couldn't take his eyes off her body at all. Following her movements, her toes were raised slightly, and her waist seemed even more slender and uncontrollable.

"Tear down the curtains and tie a knot so we can climb down from the second floor."

The reaction of physical discomfort made his voice hoarse, Song Chuyi swallowed, "Chuchu—"

As soon as she heard the voice, Jiang Chuchu knew it was not good. While speeding up the strength in her hands, she casually comforted the man's remaining rationality.

"No matter how patient you are, you will never be able to lock us up for a day, and no one will know what happened."

It seemed to be responding to Jiang Chuchu's words.

Without warning, the door slammed open.

Due to the force, the copper door fell to the wall, making a heavy knocking sound, and then bounced back, showing the impatientness of the person who opened the door.

A bunch of strange men walked in one after another. They were dressed in ordinary clothes, even a little dirty, and they looked like they had just finished work somewhere.

Among them, there were one or two who had mischievous eyebrows and yelled as soon as they entered the room.

"There is no one, we can go in if there is no one."

They saw Song Chuyi next to the dining table at a glance. He seemed to have expected such an incident, and shouted immediately without even looking at it.

"It's sunny, what are you doing sneaking around with the door closed?"

(End of this chapter)