Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

Chapter 540

   Chapter 540

  Qiao Yi did not forget what He Er and Song Bai told her before she came.

  He’s family also has a He Rong watching from behind!

  He can pour dirty water on He Yunting once, he can pour a second time!

  If you let him know, He Yunting is with a man.

  He did not beat the gongs and drums to pull the blind elders of the He family out to impeach He Yunting.

  She chopped off her head as soon as Joe let them sit on a stool!

  The elders of the He family, she has to clean up sooner or later, but the problem is that they should not be allowed to catch He Yunting's handle and hurt him!

  She must protect He Yunting.

"good."

  He Yunting's expression remained unchanged, and he did not seem surprised that Qiao Yi made such a decision.

   "Brother, don't you ask me why?" Joe grabbed the man's waist and got into his arms like a kitten, with his face resting on his chest.

  The warm and soft person was separated from him by only two layers of clothes. He Yunting's throat rolled up and down uncomfortably, he took advantage of the situation and kissed her on the top of her hair, his tone dull and asked:

   "Then, why?"

Qiao pursed his lips, "Because I can't let your life be stained. It's okay if you don't believe me, I can wait until you tell me the truth. Before that, I can't let you stand alone on the cusp, I think Protect you, brother, I want to love you, I want to love you, I want to..."

  As soon as Qiao said, He Yunting's heart was tumbling with a huge wave. Now, he can no longer bear it, bowing his head and sealing it with a kiss.

  He has lived for nearly 30 years. He never thought that someone would stand in front of him and said to him, I want to love you, love you, and protect you.

  The softest part of my heart seems to be hit by a fine electric current one by one.

  It was crisp and numb, mixed with uncontrollable light tremors.

  The thunderous heartbeat in his chest, as if saying to him:

  He Yunting, you are done.

  You are completely finished.

  ……

  A **·sentimental long kiss ended, and Joe's face was blushing, and he couldn't breathe.

   "If you do this again, how can I go to work?"

  He Yunting glanced down annoyedly, his tone muffled.

  In order to calm him down as soon as possible, Joe left a little bit.

   "Brother, take me to work, let me help you deal with the problems in South Africa."

"you?"

   Joe nodded a little, and walked to the suitcase. She opened the box and took out half of the box of talisman paper as a gift.

   "As long as the reasons for the workers' strike are related to people, I can do it! This time I brought a lot of magic weapons!"

  The last time Joe painted him amulets, he knew how much energy it took to draw him. Now she has painted so many at once, all for him...

  Looking at the half-full box of talisman paper with dense patterns, He Yunting was indescribably moved.

  His originally empty heart seemed to be filled with too many things at once, and it was full to overflow.

   pretended to be angry and poked her on the head: "Stupid or not, this is my business, and you don't need to work so hard!"

   "No, I want to help you share the burden, you don't want to bear everything alone, I will feel distressed."

  Heart was wrapped in a soft cloud.

  In addition to saying yes, what else can he say.

  After having breakfast, Qiao happily followed He Yunting into the car and set off for the Heshi Building!

  The car parked in the underground garage, and Qiao Yi and He Yunting took the president elevator directly to the top office.

  After the elevator dinged to a halt, Qiao decisively let go of his fingers interlocking with He Yunting.

  The palm of his hand suddenly became empty, and He Yunting glanced at her uncomfortably.

   Joe blinked his eyes and whispered, "Brother, you promised me."

  The elevator door opened, and a sweet female voice was heard from outside the door.

   "Mr. He, good morning."

  Updated today! Little cuties, it’s almost the end of the month. There are so few tickets. The author knocks on the bowl and asks for a wave of tickets. I love you~

  (End of this chapter)