Invalid refusal to marry: the young wife downstairs is hard to serve

In the next second, Qiao Yiqiao stuffed the manga into his schoolbag, hung up his phone, and bowed his head to evacuate.

Yu Meixian came aggressively, and Qiao Yiqiao was also full of aura. Now hearing this woman's voice, Qiao Yiqiao wanted to leave.

And at this moment, a woman wearing a graceful and graceful Chinese-style cheongsam with wavy long hair appeared around the corner. The smile on the face is the standard of elegance trained in etiquette.

But the most eye-catching thing is that she has a tall man on her arm.

If this woman's sophistication and brilliance make people unconsciously stare at him, this man just makes people dare not look directly at him.

"Qiao Yiqiao, when the mistress points to her ex-wife's nose and says she's not easy to mess with, I don't know whether to praise you for your experience, or praise you for being young and talented."

Qiao Yiyan stopped in front of Qiao Yiqiao, condescending.

Qiao Yiqiao didn't even lift her eyelids, and left sideways.

Luo Ye frowned almost imperceptibly following Qiao Yiqiao's movements.

"Qiao Yiqiao. Even if you don't think of my sister all the time, but you are a mistress in public, why don't you explain to the Luo family." Qiao Yiyan's voice became sharp, and she stood in front of Qiao Yiqiao.

"Explanation from the Luo family?" Qiao Yiqiao raised her eyebrows slightly, but still didn't raise her head: "Thanks to my sister, do you still care about one more piece of black material I've been in the Luo family all these years?"

Qiao Yiyan's exquisitely drawn eyebrows froze comically, Qiao Yiqiao was too lazy to talk nonsense, and pulled the angry Qin Shumeng away.

"Are you so short of money?" Just as Qiao Yiqiao was about to pass by, a deep voice sounded.

Qiao Yiqiao was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows, and made an exaggerated expression: "Yeah, the poor are short of selling their kidneys, who made me a lukewarm little transparent no matter how hard I work! "

"As my fiancee of Luo Ye, you can tell me if you need money." Luo Ye let go of Qiao Yiyan, took out the check book, and every movement showed elegance and luxury.

Young Master Luo pushed the signed check in front of Qiao Yiqiao, his long brown eyes were cold and luxurious, making people forget to breathe when staring at someone.

"Although I'm not interested in you, even if the Luo family raises a dog, it must be innocent. I will be disgusted if you are dirty."

Qiao Yiqiao glanced at the check, one hundred thousand.

Qiao Yiyan looked at Qiao Yiqiao and her eyes were about to burst into flames. Why did Luo Ye give this woman money?
"I have always been short of money." Qiao Yiqiao squeezed the check to his fingertips: "But I have never been short of your Luo Ye's money."

Qiao Yiqiao tore the check into two halves, then raised his small palm, and the thin check was lifted into the air. Qiao Yiqiao met Luo Ye's gaze with a pair of dark and pure almond eyes.

"You think it's disgusting for me to be a mistress, and I just want to throw up when I see you, so I feel dirty for the money you gave me!"

Luo Ye's face immediately changed, and the air pressure in his body instantly dropped to freezing point, and he strode closer to Qiao Yiqiao.

"Say it again!" Luo Ye squeezed her chin, the height difference of nearly twenty centimeters felt oppressive.

There was no fear in Qiao Yiqiao's eyes, only sarcasm, and said every word: "I feel sick when I see you! I think your money is dirty!"

"Qiao Yiqiao, don't forget who you are! You are nothing but a piece of trash, it all depends on whether I am willing to pick it up. If I really want to pick it up, your father will tie you up in front of me even if he is tied!"