Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 392 Paranoid teenager, be good (36)

  The monsoon wind was so upset in my heart that I would hear this and I almost didn't explode with anger.

   "What can I not dare?"

  Su Qiao snorted coldly and threw away his hand: "What should I do, can you control it?"

   "I was wrong, can't you?"

  The season cold wind apologized, holding Su Qiao's shoulder firmly with both hands.

  Su Qiao gave him a hateful glance: "You say that every time you make a mistake, your credibility is already zero."

  It seems that the lessons learned last time were not enough, and now, this man is still suspicious of her.

  Is it owed again?

   "My aunt, I am not...this is not..." The cold season wind held back for a long time, but did not hold back why.

  Su Qiao has arms around his chest, squinting at him: "What is it? You said it."

"me……"

  The cold season has been holding back for a long time, as if finally making some determination, his expression became serious:

   "You...do you like me...like my face?"

  As soon as I said this, the monsoon wind was another bit of annoyance.

  Why is his mouth so stupid?

   His original intention was to ask Su Qiao if he liked him, but when the words came to his lips, it became like this again.

  Su Qiao stared at his face that looked better than Pan An, with a calm face: "I like it."

  Such a beautiful face, and it is still on the face of her own man, which woman would not like it?

  The cold wind of the season suddenly rose in my heart and an anger suddenly rose: "Just like my face?"

   "Why are you angry again?" Su Qiao was a little confused.

  Did she say something wrong again?

  Good-looking things, who doesn’t like it?

  His face is pleasing to the eye, and she certainly likes it.

   Is it wrong to tell the truth?

  The seasonal cold wind pursed his lips and snorted coldly: "If one day I am disfigured, you don't like me?"

   "..." Su Qiao finally understood the crux of the problem.

   rolled his eyes silently, and reached out to pat his tender little face: "As long as it is you, I like it, okay?"

   "Really?"

  The seasonal cold wind raised his eyebrows, and then he said again: "Then do you like me more or my face more?"

   "..." Su Qiao was defeated by him.

  Does this make any difference?

   Isn’t this face his?

  This man, why are there so many things?

  I don’t know if I saw Su Qiao’s impatience, or I was afraid of knowing the result. Before Su Qiao answered, Monsoon gave up:

   "Forget it, whether you like my person or my face, as long as you like it."

   A gloomy light flashed under his deep eyes, he suddenly held Su Qiao’s charming little face, slowly approached, and his voice was soft:

   "However, since you like it, you must continue to like it, otherwise I will be angry."

   "It's the kind that is very angry and angry, understand?"

  If you follow another man like the previous life, he will break her leg.

  This way she can no longer run, and can no longer leave him.

  Su Qiao originally thought that the man was going to kiss her, and his cheeks were a little hot.

   Hearing this, he immediately became awkward and pulled down his hand: "What kind of shit?"

  After a long time, the man still didn't believe her, and still suspected that she would run away with Lu Yizhi.

   Hmph, looking at the way he was just now, he still wondered what he wanted to do to himself.

   seems to be really owed again.

  Su Qiao was not polite, just grabbed his ears and started beating.

  The seasonal cold wind reflexively covered his face with his arms.

  This face can't be broken.

  If he can go out, he must go and buy a huge amount of insurance for this face.

After venting for a while, Su Qiao finally stopped.

  The cold wind of the season rubbed his head and muttered a little dissatisfied: "I said, don't start, don't start, what if you are really stupid?"

  (End of this chapter)