Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

This is undoubtedly taking Ye Liangqiu's position firmly, even if Mo Xiaoqi dare not provoke at will.

After all, the girlfriend that Mr. Qin himself approves... the nature is different, and a pillow breeze can change many things.

"Which one is better?" Ye Liangqiu came over with two onions and showed him.

Qin Anlan was a little disgusted, and a little proudly said, "I don't like this!"

She glanced at him unexpectedly, and then said, "Don't be picky eaters."

He didn't eat, so she threw both of them into the shopping cart.

"Ye Liangqiu!" He gritted his teeth.

Ye Liangqiu put on an innocent expression: "I am doing good for you."

She smiled rarely, and then wanted to pick something more, but he grabbed her arm in one hand and said in a low voice, "I'm healthy, what can I do?"

He spoke vaguely, with strong hints, Ye Liangqiu had once again with him, so he understood it all at once, blushing.

Ye Liangqiu didn't open his face, "Mr Qin can ask your harem."

He let go of her hand and smiled before saying, "This is a bit sour."

"Nothing." She sighed.

Between them is the relationship between capitalists and commodities. Even if they come to buy groceries or cook in his apartment, they have their own plans.

She coveted his protection, and he coveted her company...

Afterwards, neither of them said anything, and went back to his apartment after checking out.

After he came back, he was very busy. She prepared a meal and asked him. Without raising his head, he faintly ordered: "Help me clean the bedroom."

She remembered that his part-time work had taken time off, and she was now his half servant.

So I took a clean rag to clean...

The place where he lives is like a sample room. There is no extra space. The furniture is white, black and gray, so it is easy to clean.

Ye Liangqiu cleaned and found that the drawer was open...

She wanted to close it, but accidentally found a few small boxes, one of which was opened!

She has seen the little things beginning with the word Nadu many times at the door of the supermarket...

Holding it in his hand, his face was a little hot, and when he was about to put it down, a person stood at the door.

It is Qin Anlan.

He said lightly: "Basically, this is for making love!"

Ye Liangqiu quickly stuffed the drawer back, closed it quickly, and wiped his bedside table vigorously.

The strength was so strong that he felt painful, and it felt like her rag was rubbing on a certain part of him.

"It's dinner." His tone faded.

She immediately stopped work and ran out in front of him.

No matter how careful she is, she is only 19 years old after all. She is still a bit shy about this aspect...

She didn't say a word while eating, she sat upright and had a very good manner.

Qin Anlan feels that there is no need for a teacher of etiquette...

After dinner, she will leave.

Qin Anlan didn't keep her. When she was about to close the door, he sat in front of the piano in front of the French window, opened the piano cover, and his slender fingers fell on it, and a string of smooth notes glided across his fingertips.

Ye Liangqiu's gaze was a little straight. She looked at it for a long time before she said softly, "Can I play?"

"Come here." He stopped and looked at her longing eyes.

Ye Liangqiu walked towards him, every step felt the favor of the **** of fate.

Finally she sat next to him, Qin Anlan clasped her chin on her index finger, and asked faintly: "What kind of music do you play?"

Ye Liangqiu thought for a while, raised his little hand, "Little chicken is looking for mother."