After pretending to be licking dogs,the boss can suddenly read mind

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Chapter 67:

"I beg you first, can you stop talking like this?"

[What if you kill me to silence me when you wake up the next day! ? ]

Qi Weiran blinked in confusion: "No..."

Yi Qingju: "No what?"

Feeling the man's tall nose rubbing against the crook of his neck, Yi Qingju got goosebumps They all got up and danced.

"Don't you like it? Grandma's voice." He smelled the faint fragrance of milk emanating from this person and said subconsciously.

Yi Qingju was stunned: "How old is grandma?"

Qi Weiran paused, and his sluggish brain thought for a long time before answering: "Milk from a puppy."

"How old is the dog?" she asked again.

Not to mention the drunk Qi Weiran, the sober Qi Weiran probably wouldn't be able to accept these words.

So he fell silent.

Yi Qingju took the opportunity to get out of his confinement: "Stop talking about the old man and the dog at night, can you sleep?" Unexpectedly, the other party actually obeyed

.

"Yeah."

He said and let go of Yi Qingju.

She just breathed a sigh of relief when the shackles that restrained her disappeared, when a hand suddenly reached out from beside her and wrapped around her waist, pulling Yi Qingju over.

His vision was turned upside down.

By the time she reacted, she was already being held by Qi Weiran and stuffed into the bed.

[Are you a dog...will you still provide for people?]

The "big dog" behind him seemed to have heard it and rubbed even more energetically.

Then there was a soft and warm touch on her earlobes, and a low, lazy voice sounded muffled in her ears: "Tell me a story, please?"

Yi Qingju said calmly: "Call me sister."

This was a joke, Who knows the next second.

"Sister."

Yi Qingju felt numb in her waist and abdomen, as if her waist had been pinched, and her eyes were about to pop out.

"Wait a minute -"

She pushed Qi Weiran away, went to touch her mobile phone on the bedside table, turned on the recording function, returned to the bed with bright eyes, and said to Qi Weiran enthusiastically: "Scream again. "

The latter said cooperatively: "Sister."

Yi Qing Jule's big teeth were sticking out.

[Hahahaha, if Qi Weiran does anything sorry for me in the future, I will put this sentence on a loop at his funeral, so that he will die without face. Hahaha] How

vicious.

But maybe Yi Qingju didn't even realize it.

In the picture of Qi Weiran's "death" in her imagination, the person lying in the coffin was obviously naturally aging, a hundred years later.

Of course, if you cut this nearby scene to the side, you will see the old lady Yi Qingju, who is sitting in a wheelchair with gray hair and a little girl on each side, crying and laughing.