Reincarnation: I Married My Ex’s Brother

Wei Xin said, she wears glasses when she works.

Seeing that she was really busy, Qiao Jiusheng was a little embarrassed to think that he would bother her because of a small matter.

I am a little hypocritical.

"You're busy first, I'll go back first." Qiao Jiusheng said.

Wei Xin looked up at her with a torch, "Xiao Sheng, are you wronged?"

Qiao Jiusheng shook his head, now not feeling wronged.

Grievances come and go fast, it is not a big deal.

Her expression had become cheerful, and Wei Xin saw that she didn't seem to be lying, and she was really busy, so he agreed to leave first. When Qiao Jiusheng was leaving, he took a knee-length color-blocking trench coat from Wei Xin's hanger and put it on, and he felt warmer. As soon as she came down from Wei Xin's studio, she saw the masses parked in front of the gate.

Fang Yusheng sat in the back of the car, the window rolled down.

Early spring is approaching, and I don't know if it was a coincidence or deliberate, Fang Yusheng actually wore the leather jacket Qiao Jiusheng bought him for the first time today.

Fang Yusheng heard Qiao Jiusheng's footsteps and turned his head to her. He was wearing sunglasses, and Qiao Jiusheng felt strangely that he might be looking at himself.

Qiao Jiusheng paused for a second, and finally got into the car.

They are all grown-ups, and she doesn't want to make herself a girl with a small belly.

After she got into the car, Fang Yusheng's tight body relaxed a little.

But after getting in the car, Qiao Jiusheng was sitting far away from Fang Yusheng. She leaned against the car window and looked out of the car window. Suddenly, a hand stretched out tentatively. Qiao Jiusheng suddenly raised his hand and hit it off.

Snapped--

The back of Fang Yusheng's hand was beaten red.

The temper is pretty big.

Thinking like this in his heart, Fang Yusheng obediently withdrew his hand.

Qiao Jiusheng shook his sore right hand and curled his mouth.

Fang Yusheng wondered what to do to relieve her anger, so he didn't say a word. When a woman is angry, you don't say anything, she has an opinion, and you say it, she also has an opinion. Fang Yusheng's silence made Qiao Jiusheng a little uncomfortable.

Qiao Jiusheng said suddenly, "Stop."

Qi Bufan asked Fang Yusheng hesitantly, "Sir, stop?"

When he asked Fang Yusheng, Qiao Jiusheng was even more angry, and sure enough, the slaves were all facing the master.

Fang Yusheng said to stop, Qi Bufan then stopped.

Qiao Jiusheng pushed the car door and went down, and walked straight into the front shopping mall building. Fang Yusheng got out of the car and walked quickly through the crowd with a walking stick. "A Sheng, wait for me!"

The girl in front ignored him at all.

Fang Yusheng thought about it, and felt that it would not work if he didn't use bitter tricks.

He's going all out!

With a snap, Fang Yusheng fell to the ground.

It's a real fall.

"Someone fell down, and he didn't seem to see it. He hit a block stone pier."

"Bleeding on the forehead."

There was an exclamation from the crowd.

Originally, Qiao Jiusheng, who sullenly rushed forward, stopped abruptly when he heard this.

She turned her head and saw Fang Yusheng fell to the ground like a dead dog.

Her heart ached.

At this time, when it was time for Qi Bufan to perform, he was nowhere to be seen.

The guy who violates the yin and the yang.

After hesitating, Qiao Jiusheng walked back again.

"Hey, can you get up?" Qiao Jiusheng squatted in front of Fang Yusheng.

Fang Yusheng secretly said: This trick is useful.

He nodded and said, "Yes." He lay on the ground and touched his cane. The way he looked for it made Qiao Jiusheng feel distressed. Qiao Jiusheng gently took the cane that had rolled far away and placed it silently in front of him.

Fang Yusheng found the walking stick and stood up.

Qiao Jiusheng got up and glanced at him. His leather jacket was stained gray, his black trousers had holes in the knees, and there was blood on his forehead.

Fang Yusheng didn't seem to notice that he was bleeding. He didn't care about the wound, but patted his leather jacket with love.

Qiao Jiusheng looked at it, and felt even more uneasy in his heart.

Good-looking is enough for a foul, and you know how to make trouble...