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Qiao Yan Yan coldly looks at two people's movements, the corner of lips peeps out a ray of sarcastic radian. Just these two people, she didn't pay attention to them. She didn't even bother to hide.
Two people's figure entered.
Qiao Yan Ran slightly side body, a foot kick in the back waist of Aunt Wang, directly kicked her out of the room.
"Plop -"
with a heavy sound, Aunt Wang had a close contact with the stone floor of the yard.
Wang Xiaolan already red eyes, a little accident, in front of the full of anger is not enough to see, she swung a rolling pin, head cover face toward Qiao Yanran rammed over.
Qiao Yan suddenly kicks her leg and chucks her wrist hard. The whole person quickly goes around to the position behind her, kicks her back and sends her out of the room.
"Ouch --"
Aunt Wang and Wang Xiaolan lie on the ground, groaning in pain.
Qiao Yanran took out the room key from them, picked up their back collars and threw them on the curb like garbage.
She took a look at the boy sitting in the corner, carried him into the room and locked the iron door.
Young is very light, Qiao Yanran did not feel what weight, already will hold the old high, she thought, will bring people to the East.
This is the original owner's room.
But after the original owner's aunt came here, it became Wang Xiaolan's boudoir.
Qiao Yanran throws Wang Xiaolan's used bedding and pillow towel out of the yard. She finds two new quilts from the cupboard and puts them on the bed.
She put the man on the big bed lightly.
Wang Xiaolan is dressed like a human. There is a mess in the room. There are long hair and mud footprints scattered on the floor. On the tea table, there are also messy drink bottles and garbage bags.
Qiao Yanran suddenly regretted it.
She should press Wang Xiaolan's head and let her clean the room before leaving.
Qiao Yanran rolled up her sleeves and began to clean.
On the big bed.
"Water..."
The boy opened his mouth and uttered a vague syllable.
Qiao Yanran put down the tools in hand, took a disposable cup from the water dispenser, took a cup of warm water and handed it to the young man.
She pushed the man on the big bed, and the other side opened his eyes in a daze.
Meng Yu:
Seeing this familiar face, he almost thought he was still in the hotel.
Meng Yu looked around the room, because he just woke up, his voice was a little hoarse, "where am I?"
"You're unconscious at my door. This is my house." Qiao Yan Ran explained a, hand the cup in the hand to youth.
"Thank you."
The young man politely said thanks and took the cup with his long finger. He was really thirsty and drank the warm water clean.
[diddidi - Meng Yu's liking degree + 3. At present, Meng Yu's liking degree is 6 points. Qiao Qiao, please keep up. 】The sound of xiaoyuwan rings in Qiao Yanran's ear.
Qiao Yanran picked eyebrows slightly.
I just poured a glass of water for him, and I got three points of favor. Is it too easy to get the favor?
Let her brush it again.
Qiao Yan Ran thought of here, some concern of opening a way: "still want?"
Meng Yu's white lips pursed, gently.
What a shy boy.
Like a piece of pure white paper.
Qiao Yan Ran looks at his face, in the heart some sigh, helped him pour a cup of warm water to come over again.
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Qiao Yan Yan coldly looks at two people's movements, the corner of lips peeps out a ray of sarcastic radian. Just these two people, she didn't pay attention to them. She didn't even bother to hide.
Two people's figure entered.
Qiao Yan Ran slightly side body, a foot kick in the back waist of Aunt Wang, directly kicked her out of the room.
"Plop -"
with a heavy sound, Aunt Wang had a close contact with the stone floor of the yard.
Wang Xiaolan already red eyes, a little accident, in front of the full of anger is not enough to see, she swung a rolling pin, head cover face toward Qiao Yanran rammed over.
Qiao Yan suddenly kicks her leg and chucks her wrist hard. The whole person quickly goes around to the position behind her, kicks her back and sends her out of the room.
"Ouch --"
Aunt Wang and Wang Xiaolan lie on the ground, groaning in pain.
Qiao Yanran took out the room key from them, picked up their back collars and threw them on the curb like garbage.
She took a look at the boy sitting in the corner, carried him into the room and locked the iron door.
Young is very light, Qiao Yanran did not feel what weight, already will hold the old high, she thought, will bring people to the East.
This is the original owner's room.
But after the original owner's aunt came here, it became Wang Xiaolan's boudoir.
Qiao Yanran throws Wang Xiaolan's used bedding and pillow towel out of the yard. She finds two new quilts from the cupboard and puts them on the bed.
She put the man on the big bed lightly.
Wang Xiaolan is dressed like a human. There is a mess in the room. There are long hair and mud footprints scattered on the floor. On the tea table, there are also messy drink bottles and garbage bags.
Qiao Yanran suddenly regretted it.
She should press Wang Xiaolan's head and let her clean the room before leaving.
Qiao Yanran rolled up her sleeves and began to clean.
On the big bed.
"Water..."
The boy opened his mouth and uttered a vague syllable.
Qiao Yanran put down the tools in hand, took a disposable cup from the water dispenser, took a cup of warm water and handed it to the young man.
She pushed the man on the big bed, and the other side opened his eyes in a daze.
Meng Yu:
Seeing this familiar face, he almost thought he was still in the hotel.
Meng Yu looked around the room, because he just woke up, his voice was a little hoarse, "where am I?"
"You're unconscious at my door. This is my house." Qiao Yan Ran explained a, hand the cup in the hand to youth.
"Thank you."
The young man politely said thanks and took the cup with his long finger. He was really thirsty and drank the warm water clean.
[diddidi - Meng Yu's liking degree + 3. At present, Meng Yu's liking degree is 6 points. Qiao Qiao, please keep up. 】The sound of xiaoyuwan rings in Qiao Yanran's ear.
Qiao Yanran picked eyebrows slightly.
I just poured a glass of water for him, and I got three points of favor. Is it too easy to get the favor?
Let her brush it again.
Qiao Yan Ran thought of here, some concern of opening a way: "still want?"
Meng Yu's white lips pursed, gently.
What a shy boy.
Like a piece of pure white paper.
Qiao Yan Ran looks at his face, in the heart some sigh, helped him pour a cup of warm water to come over again.
Qiao Yan Yan coldly looks at two people's movements, the corner of lips peeps out a ray of sarcastic radian. Just these two people, she didn't pay attention to them. She didn't even bother to hide. Two people's figure entered. Qiao Yan Ran slightly side body, a foot kick in the back waist of Aunt Wang, directly kicked her out of the room. "Plop -" with a heavy sound, Aunt Wang had a close contact with the stone floor of the yard. Wang Xiaolan already red eyes, a little accident, in front of the full of anger is not enough to see, she swung a rolling pin, head cover face toward Qiao Yanran rammed over. Qiao Yan suddenly kicks her leg and chucks her wrist hard. The whole person quickly goes around to the position behind her, kicks her back and sends her out of the room. "Ouch --" Aunt Wang and Wang Xiaolan lie on the ground, groaning in pain. Qiao Yanran took out the room key from them, picked up their back collars and threw them on the curb like garbage. She took a look at the boy sitting in the corner, carried him into the room and locked the iron door. Young is very light, Qiao Yanran did not feel what weight, already will hold the old high, she thought, will bring people to the East. This is the original owner's room. But after the original owner's aunt came here, it became Wang Xiaolan's boudoir. Qiao Yanran throws Wang Xiaolan's used bedding and pillow towel out of the yard. She finds two new quilts from the cupboard and puts them on the bed. She put the man on the big bed lightly. Wang Xiaolan is dressed like a human. There is a mess in the room. There are long hair and mud footprints scattered on the floor. On the tea table, there are also messy drink bottles and garbage bags. Qiao Yanran suddenly regretted it. She should press Wang Xiaolan's head and let her clean the room before leaving. Qiao Yanran rolled up her sleeves and began to clean. On the big bed. "Water..." The boy opened his mouth and uttered a vague syllable. Qiao Yanran put down the tools in hand, took a disposable cup from the water dispenser, took a cup of warm water and handed it to the young man. She pushed the man on the big bed, and the other side opened his eyes in a daze. Meng Yu: Seeing this familiar face, he almost thought he was still in the hotel. Meng Yu looked around the room, because he just woke up, his voice was a little hoarse, "where am I?" "You're unconscious at my door. This is my house." Qiao Yan Ran explained a, hand the cup in the hand to youth. "Thank you." The young man politely said thanks and took the cup with his long finger. He was really thirsty and drank the warm water clean. diddidi - Meng Yu's liking degree + 3. At present, Meng Yu's liking degree is 6 points. Qiao Qiao, please keep up. The sound of xiaoyuwan rings in Qiao Yanran's ear. Qiao Yanran picked eyebrows slightly. I just poured a glass of water for him, and I got three points of favor. Is it too easy to get the favor? Let her brush it again. Qiao Yan Ran thought of here, some concern of opening a way: "still want?" Meng Yu's white lips pursed, gently. What a shy boy. Like a piece of pure white paper. Qiao Yan Ran looks at his face, in the heart some sigh, helped him pour a cup of warm water to come over again.
