The Pointed Reddish Lips

She looked up at him fearlessly, with a hint of interest in her eyes: "What's the matter?"

Ten minutes later, the two sat in the back seat of another Maybach. Her Panamera and the man's Rolls-Royce were sent for repair together, and Yun Qingjue paid for it.

He is 26 years old this year. The brothers in the family have changed girlfriends so many times, but he has never been alone. Today is a family dinner. The old man said that if he doesn't bring a girlfriend back today, he won't come back to eat. Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is just an angry remark.

Yun Qingjue didn't take it seriously. It's time to go back for dinner. If he really dares not to go back, the old man will be really angry to death.

Today's incident can be regarded as a temporary uprising, but it is undeniable that if she wasn't too beautiful, he wouldn't have suddenly come up with this absurd idea.

"What if your grandparents find out that we are not a real couple?" She tilted her head to look at him, with starlight in her brown eyes, sparkling and beautiful.

Yun Qingjue was absent-minded for a moment, his throat slightly dry and itchy.

"Don't look at a man like this in the future." He stared at her for a few seconds before turning his head and answering the question irrelevantly.

But he put his arm over her shoulder without saying anything: "Get used to it first."

"I have a boyfriend." Jinhuan had emphasized this to Yun Qingjue at the beginning, and now that he put his hand over her, she emphasized it again.

"I know." He said, but his arm was still there.

Jinhuan was bored and picked at the hem of her skirt, and soon took out her mobile phone to play.

This time out of the mountain, she was lucky. She met an orange-level one at the beginning, a yellow-level one the day before yesterday, and today's yellow with a hint of green. It's going to be green.

These are all walking reserve food. After Ji Yan's energy is saturated, these are her backup options.

"Call me husband when you go out."

Jinhuan:...!? ?

"This is not good."

Yun Qingjue didn't mean to take advantage of her. Don't young girls now call their boyfriends husbands? The ones his brothers brought back all called him husband.

"Then you can call me Qingjue."

"Okay, I know." Jinhuan was eager to try. She had met many parents before, but this was her first time to lie!

Interesting.

"What do you like to eat and what are your hobbies?" Jinhuan looked up and asked him.

Yun Qingjue didn't really like girls asking too many questions, but she had a nice voice and made people feel comfortable when she opened her mouth. He wanted to hear her say more.

"I like to eat fish and play chess."

"How old are you?"

"26."

"What do you do?" Jinhuan thought that since he was acting, he had to act more realistically.

"I sell antiques and calligraphy and paintings."

"Then why don't you have a girlfriend?" Jinhuan's thoughts were simple and crude. If he didn't have a girlfriend at the age of 26, there must be something wrong...

Her eyes were too obvious, and Yun Qingjue was a little embarrassed, but he was being a hooligan no matter how he responded.

"I don't want to talk." After holding it in for a long time, she gave these three words.

Jinhuan directly admitted that he was not good enough.

In the following time, she suddenly became quiet, even a little depressed.

Because Jinhuan attaches great importance to a man's body. If he is really not good enough, it will be difficult to deal with him later!

She was so interested in the beginning because she chose him as her target. No matter how good-looking a man with a silver gun and wax head looks, it is useless. Jinhuan is a little sad. There are too few men who are clean, high-level, and capable (verb).

Jinhuan couldn't help staring at him there. Is this really useless?