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Chapter 3433

    

ou serious"Jane leaned down silently, close at hand, her voice whispering, "Don't you dare""who dares not!" Jiang Mingyang stared at the girl's clear and beautiful face, rolled his throat, grabbed the...Chapter 3433

only on Wednesday she went to a party, and when she was about to leave, she saw a figure similar to him, with a pretty girl behind her back.

she was so sensible that she didn't go up to say hello so as not to disturb his pleasure.

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it will be Saturday soon.

Qiao Bolin slept in the hotel the night before when he was too late. It was already nine o'clock when he woke up and hurriedly changed his clothes and went home.

it took Qiao Bolin more than an hour to make a detour back from the traffic jam on Saturday.

it's almost noon when I get home.

he entered the door with flowers. His mother was sitting in the living room on the phone, gently thanking each other for her blessing.

Mrs. Qiao likes to be quiet, and she never makes a big deal on her birthday. She just eats a bowl of vegetarian noodles, even if it is her birthday.

Mrs. Qiao used to make vegetarian noodles for herself and Qiao Bolin. In the past two years, Qiao Bolin personally made vegetarian noodles to celebrate her mother's birthday.

Qiao Bolin said Happy Birthday to the woman on the phone with his lips, put the flowers beside her, then rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen.

he suddenly remembered that Yao Jing hadn't come yet, so he couldn't help but pick her eyebrows. Did she forget the agreement between them

was thinking about calling to remind her when she saw a busy silhouette in the kitchen.

the girl is wearing an apron and is fiddling with the cake in her hand.

Qiao Bolin watched for a few seconds and walked over.

"when did you get here" Qiao Bolin went into the kitchen and asked.

Yao Jing suddenly turned her head, a plain face, with bright eyes, red lips, cream on her hands and a little bit on the tip of her nose, which made her face a little more innocent.

she turned and went on making the cake, laughing, "before you anyway!"

my mother's birthday is so late, last night's gentle hometown is too haunting

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the servant has prepared the food and made room for Qiao Bolin. After leaving both of them, they both backed out.

Qiao Bolin rolled up his sleeves and put on his apron, watching Yao Jing's cake being shaped and decorated.

he stood by, looked at it with great interest for a moment, and joked, "what a model, Miss Yao is an all-round talent!"

Yao Jing picked the end of her eyebrow, "of course!"

of course she wouldn't tell him that she had signed up for a crash baking class to make this birthday cake for Mrs. Joe herself.

I go back late every day this week, also because I have to set aside two hours for class every night.

since we are thanking him, we must show some sincerity.

besides, she really likes Mrs. Joe and willingly wants to make a birthday cake for her.

Qiao Bolin looked at the girl proudly raising the corners of her lips and couldn't help chuckling. He looked at it for a while before he went to make his own vegetarian noodles.

Yao Jing wore a low ponytail and looked attentive. The sun fell on the bridge of her nose, sketching a delicate side face.

A strand of hair hung down by her ear, and her hands were stained with cream, so she raised her hand and sipped it with the back of her hand. After sipping twice, she slipped down, and her ears were rubbed red.

Qiao Bolin turned his eyes and naturally raised his hand and pursed her disobedient hair behind her ear.

the man was pampered, with long fingers and distinct bones, and the belly of his fingers slid across the girl's face. The difference in temperature made Yao Jing slightly stiff and subconsciously tilted her head.

Qiao Bolin leaned against the flow table and looked at Yao Jing playfully. "Yo, you're shy!"

Yao Jing squinted at him with a touch of cunning in her eyes, and suddenly wiped the cream from her hand on his face.

"shy, my ass!"ned his eyes and sneered, "what does Ling Jiuze mean he and that Tang Han go out together, but ask you to keep yourself safe for him"Su Xi held a pillow in his arms, his picturesque eyebrows were cold...