Chapter 698: IKEA Room

   Chapter 698 IKEA Room
  Li Qiao wiped the sweat from her forehead, licked the corners of her dry mouth, and said in a low voice, "I'm listening, I will contact mom."
  Zong Yue turned around and held the phone between her shoulders, and answered as she opened the gift box,
That’s fine, don’t forget, I think mom is worried about you, as if she has cried...

  Li Qiao's breath is unstable, but she still insists on answering: "Well, I won't forget."
  This is the end of the conversation, it's time to hang up.
  However, as soon as Li Qiao was about to press the end button, Zong Yue asked with a smile: "Qiaoqiao, is your dog a large dog or a puppy? I like Alaska, I really want to raise one..."
  Li Qiao wanted to say something very much, the breed in front of her is called Yan Ye.
Perhaps the slight strange sound on the phone caused Zong Yue’s suspicion. She pressed the phone to her ear, and was about to listen carefully. There was already a devilish warning from the other end:
Zong Yue, don’t call at night from now on. phone."
  Deep beep
  The phone was disconnected, and Zong Yue was shocked. The phone slid from his shoulder to the ground, and the screen broke.
  Uncle Shaoyan!
   "Why are you so frustrated?" Li Jun's voice came from the door steeply, and Zong Yue almost missed the gift box.
  She looked at Li Jun in shock, patted her chest, frowned and complained, "You scared me to death."
   Li Jun glanced at the phone on the ground, then looked at Zong Yue’s obvious guilty conscience, bent over to pick up the phone, and handed it to her,
What do you think you are so scared of?

  Zong Yue saw the crack on the screen and pouted, "Who would do anything wrong in his own home."
  She was just shocked by the words of Uncle Shaoyan.
  It's not yet six o'clock in the afternoon, why is it night?
   Li Jun looked at Zong Yueshen’s expressions for an instant, and caught the broken screen. He naturally took out his mobile phone and called the assistant, "Buy a new mobile phone and deliver it to my office tomorrow."
  Zong Yue looked at him in surprise, with a smile on the corners of his mouth, "No, I can buy it myself."
  Li Jun pursed his lower lip and continued to talk on the phone: "Well, the latest model, white."
   Seeing this, Zong Yue put his black mobile phone on the glazed table, took out the Sydney pear from the gift box and rinsed it, "Why buy a white one?"
  She didn’t seem to tell him that she likes white.
  It may be that she has been in the army for a long time, and she prefers the stable dark color system.
  At this time, Li Jun slowly unzipped the cufflinks, rolled up the sleeves, and whispered, "Mine is black."
   "Then I too..." Zong Yue originally wanted to say that she would also use black, but when a flash of inspiration appeared, a certain idea was ready to come out.
  Black, white, couple models?
do you mean this?
  Zong Yue didn't ask carefully, such a hazy feeling made her feel a little bit of joy.
  A man like Li Jun, never expect him to express his thoughts straightforwardly.
  If you pierce the window paper, it will make each other uncomfortable.
  Zong Yue lowered her head to wash Sydney, but her eyes were full of sweetness.
  Not long after, Li Jun helped her wash the pears, walked to the side window and lighted a cigarette. He could see Zong Yue's serious side face a little bit sideways.
  Her hair is growing, and it is tied behind her head at will. When she lowers her head and cuts the fruit, a few strands of broken hair hang down from her forehead, with a peaceful beauty.
  IKEA is a suitable room.
   Li Jun’s apple knot rolled, and he couldn’t help but walked forward, using his fingers to poke away the broken hair that blocked her sight.
   Then, Zong Yue didn't notice for a while, and the blade cut his hand.
   Li Jun: "..."
  The wound is not big, but it also bleeds.
  Zong Yue looked at her left index finger dumbfounded, raised her eyelids to look at Li Jun, and reluctantly put her finger in her mouth.
   "Does it hurt?" Li Jun frowned, dropped half a cigarette into the sink, forcibly pulled her wrist to look at, turned around and walked outside the door.
   "Hey, the fruit hasn't been cut yet." Zong Yue was dragged upstairs by him, still muttering, "You said you, don't smoke well, why are you here to make trouble for me?"
  Li Jun's brows wrinkled with the Sichuan word pattern, and he strode back to the room, letting go, and rummaged in the cabinet to find the medicine box.
  Zong Yue felt a little fussing, and smiled on the spot, "Small wounds, nothing serious, it will be fine in a few days."
  "Sit down." Li Jun held the medicine box with one hand and raised his chin against the chair.
  Zong Yue was helpless, and when he saw him opening the medicine box, he walked over and pulled out a band-aid from the inside, "Just stick this."
Li Jun took her hand and looked at it carefully, looking at Zong Yue's smiling brows and eyes, taking out the iodophor and wiped her with a serious expression. After drying it, she put a band-aid on her. Get wet."
  Zong Yue understands his stereotyped character too, and then said: "Okay, then I will practice washing my face with one hand."
   "If it is inconvenient, I will wash it for you."
  Zong Yue opened her mouth and looked at Li Jun's extremely serious expression. His brain was short-circuited, and he said directly: "Will you?"
  Of course, she did not get any affirmative answer, because starting that evening, Li Jun used practical actions to prove to her whether he would help her wash her face, bathe, or take a bath...
  ……
  At the same time, the ‘fight’ in Palma’s bedroom is also coming to an end.
  Li Qiao lay on the bed in confusion, as if she was washed.
  She may be ashamed to see her sister-in-law in the future, and she won’t be able to face the words'feeding the dog'.
   Ten minutes later, Li Qiao put on her nightgown and took her cell phone to the living room downstairs.
  She took out a can of beer from the refrigerator, sat on the high chair at the bar, and called Duan Shuyuan.
On the    side, it was almost a second.
   "Baby." Duan Shuyuan's gentle voice remained the same as before.
  Li Qiao took a sip of beer to sooth his throat, and shouted with a small smile, "Mom, have you eaten?"
  Duan Shuyuan red eyes, put down her chopsticks and walked out of the restaurant, "It's finished, how about you?"
   is just the most common conversation, but Duan Shuyuan can't help but choke.
  Li Qiao was already keen, so she naturally noticed her voice that was not quite right.
After the greeting, the mother and daughter were silent one after another.
  Duan Shuyuan walked to the outdoor garden alone. After a long time, she asked ardently: "Qiaoqiao, are you still... coming back?"
  Li Qiao squeezed the beer can, feeling very uncomfortable, "Of course, why do you ask?"
   "It's nothing, just...you..."
  Duan Shuyuan wanted to say something but stopped, some words just lingered on her lips, but she couldn't ask for anything.
Li Qiao raised her head and took a gulp of beer. Before she could organize her language, she smiled lightly: "Mom, I will go back in a few days. You and Dad have raised me for more than 20 years. It will become splashed water."
  There is something in the words, Duan Shuyuan understood.
   She swallowed her throat and murmured repeatedly, "Well, then you come back and tell me in advance that you are not used to Pama's food, go home early, and Mom will make you a meal."
  After making the call, Li Qiao lowered her eyes, blocking the bloodshot eyes.
Suddenly, her palm was empty, and the beer can in her hand was taken away.
  (End of this chapter)