"This matter needs to be finalized as soon as possible. I'm afraid that Xiao Qiao will notice something and cause her to have mood swings and have a heart attack. What should I do?"
Although what the son said was reasonable, Madam Cheng knew very well what kind of temper his son was.
This is tempting, but I want to save face.
He stood up and walked over, smiled and patted his shoulder, "Don't worry! Mom is watching. If she really has it, she will definitely tell you as soon as possible."
"That's good."
Cheng Haoming felt embarrassed that he had been seen through. He nodded perfunctorily and went upstairs.
Madam Cheng looked at his son's fleeing back and smiled proudly.
"Haha, this is called ginger or old spicy!"
"Su Qiao That Little Ya first movie, you still want to fight with me?"
444 saw this scene in his eyes and was a little stunned: [Host, Cheng Haoming is really attracted to Mei Yuxin?]
"Well, according to the way of getting along with male Female Lead, it should be."
She doesn't care anyway.
Su Qiao was sitting on the swing rattan chair on the balcony, swaying slowly, enjoying the refreshing feeling of the evening breeze blowing against his cheeks.
After thinking for a while, she picked up the mobile phone on the table, opened WeChat, found the avatar of Qi Muhan very accurately, and clicked the voice and video request.
The video was quickly connected, and Qi Muhan, wearing a white striped shirt and looking fresh and clean, appeared on the screen.
At this time, he was sitting behind his desk, obviously still working on copywriting.
"Xiao Qiao, are you not feeling well?"
As soon as he answered the phone, Qi Muhan habitually started by caring about her body and at the same time looking at her face.
The afterglow of the evening falls on Su Qiao, who is dressed in white embroidered linen clothes, giving her a strange beauty.
Qi Muhan took a breath and was suddenly captivated by this beautiful figure.
"I'm fine, just a little bored."
Su Qiao swayed slowly while tucking her wind-blown hair behind her ears.
"Big Brother Qi, when will you return to China?"
"Come on, the seminar will be over in about ten days. I will bring you a gift then. What do you want?"
Qi Muhan's eyes darkened, and he quietly put on one of his glasses to block the aura of aggression in his eyes.
Su Qiao raised his lips slightly and shook his head. "I don't want anything, as long as Big Brother Qi you come back."
Qi Muhan frowned slightly.
Could it be that something happened again?
Or... she found some clues?
Su Qiao noticed his expression. "What are you thinking about? You are so serious."
Qi Muhan Observed her expression carefully and found nothing strange, so she was a little relieved.
A rare hint of teasing smile appeared, "Why, do you miss Big Brother Qi?"
Su Qiao nodded honestly. "Yes, I kind of think about it."
"Big Brother Qi, do you miss me?"
Su Qiao answered very calmly, as if talking about eating and sleeping.
Qi Muhan Suddenly felt the heat starting to rise. He touched his earlobe unnaturally. "Ahem, I... of course I miss you."
Afraid of scaring her, he quickly said, "I've been worried about your health, afraid that you might have another accident."
"Xiao Qiao, how have you been feeling these days? Have you ever felt uncomfortable?"
"Yes." Su Qiao deliberately teased him.
"What?"
Qi Muhan stood up in a hurry. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Where do you feel uncomfortable? Chest cramps? Or is it stuffy and out of breath?"
Su Qiao propped up his chin and smiled at the man whose expression suddenly changed due to nervousness.