Chapter 12 Whoever touches it will turn his face
In the psychological clinic, Qiao Nian walked through the promenade easily and got what he wanted in the consulting room.
The psychiatrist here is unexpectedly young, at most in his early twenties, with a pair of peachy eyes that are more ecstatic than Jiang Li's eyes. He is wearing a black T-shirt with a V-neck in his white coat, and his neckline is almost open to his chest. He is not satisfied yet. A silver skull necklace was hung on it, and the teeth of the sterling silver skull gleamed sharply in the sun, arrogant and domineering!
is a mouth that stinks a bit.
"Qiao Xiaonian, why did you keep hanging up on my phone just now?"
Qiao Nian poured all his medicine into the imported gum bottle, and then threw the medicine bottle with the label into the trash can without lifting his head back to him: "Eating."
She relaxes a lot here, she doesn't stand upright.
Weilou obviously did not accept her explanation. He forced the damaging face of the little girl in front of her, forcing her to look at herself: "Is it important to eat?"
Qiao Nian was annoyed by his noise, frowned, and mercilessly pushed his hard-up face away with his hands: "Don't lean over, I'm afraid I will give you a punch with itchy hands."
"Hey, murder my husband!"
He said so, his body leaned back, not as close as before, and his handsome face was full of resentment, "I'm your boyfriend anyhow, don't you need to be so ruthless?"
Qiao Nian corrected his incorrect wording: "It's an ex-boyfriend!"
Weilou disapproved: "The ex-boyfriend is also a boyfriend! You broke up with that Fu Ge anyway, and I have spared my tire for so long, so don’t you think about giving me a positive job?"
He also likes to make jokes. Sometimes, Qiao Nian can’t figure out whether he is joking or serious, so he pushed his hand away impatiently and frowned; “Don’t think about it! Haven’t you tried it before? You can’t.”
You can not!
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