She simply stood up, walked around the desk, slapped her brother’s arm, took the steaming cup of coffee from Zhan Haoyu’s hand, and said to Zhan Haoyu: “Haoyu, you don’t have to worry about Qiao Xuan.” Whatever he says, I won’t listen to him.”
Qiao Xuan turned his head suddenly and met Zhan Haoyu’s dark eyes.
he:”……”
She spoke ill of Zhan Haoyu behind his back and instigated her sister to abandon Zhan Haoyu, but Zhan Haoyu ignored her. How to remedy this?
Did Zhan Haoyu hear it?
Or did you only hear a little bit?
His sister didn’t remind him again.
Oh, my sister reminded me, but he didn’t react.
His sister kept blinking at him, and he thought something was wrong with her eyes.
Qiao Xuan wailed in his heart, why was he so stupid today.
“Qiao Xuan, it seems that you have a lot of opinions about me. I didn’t please you, so you just don’t like me, right? How do you want me to please you?”
Zhan Haoyu pulled up a chair and sat next to Qiao Xuan. He stretched out his long arm and put it on Qiao Xuan’s shoulders. He had a smile on his face. Qiao Xuan would rather see him with a dark face than see him. See his smiling face.
“Tell me, how do you want me to please you? You tell me, and I’ll try my best to do it.”
Qiao Xuan smiled coquettishly, “Brother Yu, I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding. I have no problem with you. You’re pretty good to me, so there’s no need to please me anymore.”
“hehe.”
Zhan Haoyu chuckled, “Future brother-in-law, do you need some coffee? Do you want me to go in and get you a cup of coffee?”
Qiao Xuan: “… Then give me a cup. You don’t need to add sugar or milk. I just want bitter coffee.”
The smell of bitter coffee can remind him to be careful when talking about people behind their backs in the future, so that the rightful owner doesn’t overhear him.
Zhan Haoyu immediately stood up and left, saying as he walked: “My future brother-in-law wants to drink coffee, I will arrange it immediately. For the sake of my fiancée, I have to do my best to please my brother-in-law.”
Qiao Xuan: “…”
He looked at his sister.
Qiao Han returned to his seat with her cup of coffee and sat down, tasting her coffee elegantly.
“Sister, Zhan Haoyu is in your office and you don’t say a word.”
Qiao Xuan whispered about his sister.