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

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Chapter 135

At this time, Yi Qingju still didn’t know that he was about to be in disaster.

She was changing clothes for Qi Xinian, who had just finished playing with the dog outside.

"We can't tell stories for that long tonight. I have to go to work tomorrow."

After hearing this, Tuanzi's mouth dropped.

"Ah...can you not go to work?"

He said aggrievedly.

Yi Qingju helped him put on the sweater, glanced at him and said with a smile: "If you don't go to work, you won't even have the money to place your ashes when you die."

Qi Xinian said it didn't matter, and raised his hand to imitate his uncle's touch. She raised her head and said in an innocent tone: "It's okay, I'll raise it for you."

Yi Qingju: "..." Thank you.

This child usually seems to be unfilial, but when he is filial, he becomes a big one.

After standing up, she held the child's hand: "Let's go downstairs to see if Aunt Zhang's chocolate Basque is ready."

But before she could go downstairs, her eyelids twitched inexplicably.

She said excitedly, and touched the eye with her free hand: "Hey, my eyelid just jumped, and the left eye jumped for money."

Tuanzi glanced at her: "This is the right eye, and the right eye jumped for disaster."

Yi Qingju stretched out his hand and said expressionlessly: "Fuck feudal superstition."

Qi Xignian: "..."

If you believe it, screw it. If you don't believe it, screw it. As expected, Chinese people's beliefs are very complicated.

But it turns out that the ancestors have something.

It happened when Yi Qingju was wondering whether to wait for the fried chicken and milk tea to come back and enjoy chocolate Basque together, or to eat first as a courtesy.

When the servants shouted "Sir" and realized that His Highness the God of Wealth had returned with her fried chicken milk tea, before Yi Qingju could get up, she felt the man's cool breath mixed with the scent of perfume. His wrist was grabbed.

Then Qi Weiran's cold and suppressed voice sounded from above -

"Aunt Zhang, no one is allowed to come up."

With that, he pulled Yi Qingju and left.

Confused, she turned to look at Zhang Wei who was standing outside the door holding her fried chicken, milk tea and a funny-looking doll.

The latter gave her a wishful look in return.

[No, I just ate fried chicken for seven days. Is it so serious?]

"Sir... I was wrong."

The man in front of him, whose pace was still accelerating, ignored him. Even his back seemed to have the word "cold" written on it.

"Sir...Sir, I was wrong. If you have anything to say, please tell me...first!"

Someone held her shoulder, Yi Qingju turned her eyes, her back hit the corner, and she was blocked by Qi Weiran. In the cramped corner, the man's sudden approach caused her to completely lose her last breathing space.

"Sir!?"

Looking at the man's face so close, Yi Qingju was caught off guard and looked into those crazy eyes.