Liu Zhenying flat-mouthed and didn't say yes or no, he just poked Qu Xiaojue's abdominal muscles and suggested seriously: "Then tell me, do I need to buy some stomach medicine in advance?"

"Okay, you actually dislike me so much."

He grabbed her armpits with both hands and lifted her up at once.

His body suddenly jumped into the air, and Liu Zhenying was so frightened that he immediately supported Qu Xiaojue's shoulders with his hands, and kicked his feet twice without touching the ground. His face was stern, and he looked very fierce: "Now you are so authoritarian that you can't even tell the truth.

Don’t let anyone talk anymore.”

"Of course I have to tell the truth, but Mrs. Qu just disliked me. Should we settle the matter?"

His handsome face showed a dotted smile: "You are so disgusted with me now that we are not engaged. If we are engaged in the future, you, a heartless woman, will ignore me. That's right. After all, I am domineering and autocratic.

None of you little girls like my style now."

Liu Zhenying didn't know whether he should laugh or laugh.

In short, Qu Xiaojue's words are very much like the kind of resentful woman who was abandoned at home.

She shook her slender legs again and said patiently, "Put me down first, okay?"

He glanced at her and obeyed her words calmly.

But after her feet landed on the ground, he said in a gentle tone: "Look, you have changed your mind now, and you don't even want me to touch you."

Liu Zhenying wanted to laugh a little. This was the first time she saw a grown man having trouble.

She took the initiative to step forward, hugged his waist, buried her little head on his shoulder, and said in a soft voice: "You know I don't have anything, so don't be so cruel."

"I'm not being mean to you, I'm just telling the truth. Women are ruthless. It's normal for you to be tired of me now."

Liu Zhenying looked at Qu Xiaojue's thin lips that opened and closed, and while being amused, he suddenly remembered the idea that Liao Qingqing had given him.

[Don’t you think that his mood is unstable? Then you can kiss him every time he is angry. 】

Although Qu Xiaojue is not angry now, Liu Zhenying feels that the situation should be similar, so...

She pointed her toes and kissed his thin lips.

The voice that was deliberately complaining like a resentful woman stopped suddenly. Qu Xiaojue was obviously confused by her actions for a moment, but he quickly cleared his throat, and his handsome features were covered with a thin smile, but he also

Not sure if it was intentional or not, he continued: "Look, how dare you take the initiative to kiss me on weekdays? It must be that I told you my little thoughts, so you are willing to deal with me..."

It doesn't work?

Liu Zhenying tilted his head, thought for two seconds, pursed his lips, and took the initiative to kiss him again, making a "chirp" sound on purpose.

Qu Xiaojue's words paused, his eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple rolled: "You perfunctory me once and you perfunctory me a second time. Mrs. Qu, you don't want to see me by doing this."

Why doesn't it work?

Liu Zhenying muttered suspiciously, frowned, and decided to give it one last try.

So she stepped on her feet again and chirped.

But this time she found that Qu Xiaojue seemed to have expected it, and cooperated with her when he kissed her. He stopped talking and even pursed his thin lips, making it easier for her to kiss him.

He was actually lying to Qinqin.

Liu Zhenying, who finally reacted, stretched out his hand and hammered his shoulder. His thick long hair swayed with the movement, and he frowned: "Qu Xiaojue, you are actually lying."

After being exposed, Qu Xiaojue's expression remained unchanged, without the slightest hint of embarrassment. His slightly rough fingers rubbed the delicate skin on her wrist, and his tone was close to gentle coaxing: "Well, it's my fault, so I'll punish you tonight."

I'll make you the sweet and sour pork that you like, okay?"

"Then I want the sweet one."

"Okay, I'll put more sugar in it."
Chapter completed!