The bottle fell, and a crisp sound, the bright red wine could not stop flowing wildly.

Streams of wine gushed out of the bottle.

In a short time.

The tiles are wet.

It is normal for a bottle of 1200Ml of red wine to have such an effect!

Liu Yifei's white skirt was soaked, she staggered and her face was flustered.

At this time.

The kitchen door was open, Han Qiao was sweating profusely, holding a spoon in one hand, and asked curiously: "Liu Yifei, what's wrong with you?"

"nothing."

Liu Yifei looked at the kitchen anxiously. She was leaning against the refrigerator, and the two looked at each other.

Liu Xiaoli turned her head away and her hair covered half of her face.

A trance-looking.

"Han Qiao, what did you do?" Liu Yifei yelled anxiously.

What's wrong with her!

"Low." Han Qiao wiped his sweat and complained: "Liu Yifei, there is really something wrong with your stove. I'm so tired."

"Just just below?"

"What about that?"

"A loving dinner." Han Qiao turned around, held Liu Xiaoli with a serious expression: "Liu Yifei, do you still remember our bet?"

"Sister, are you happy?"

Liu Xiaoli looked dazed and didn't know the situation at all, and her ears were buzzing.

Just want to kill one head-on.

Hair covers the face.

"Sister." Han Qiao leaned into his ear: "Are you happy?"

"hapiness."

After Liu Xiaoli finished speaking, her mind became clear and her eyes were flustered. When she saw her baby daughter sitting on the ground, she pounced on her without thinking, glared at her eyes and shouted: "Get out."

"sister."

"Han Qiao, get out!" Liu Xiaoli collapsed, her face turned pale, and tears flowed, pointing at the door: "Get out."

What's wrong with her!

"What's wrong with you?" Liu Yifei stared at Han Qiao and hugged his mother who was out of control.

Since mother and Han Qiao are really happy, what can she do?

But.

She really couldn't figure it out.

She clearly said she was happy, but why did she collapse?

I am willing to accept the loss.

Liu Yifei's face looked subtle, and finally, he gritted his teeth and said, "Mom, I wish you a blessing."

She didn't blame her mother, but she wouldn't accept Han Qiao.

"Xiqian, mom, mom, I..." Liu Xiaoli was incoherent and embarrassed.

She hugged her baby daughter with both hands, tears flowing.

"Mom, I understand." Liu Yifei interrupted and turned his head away: "I will take good care of myself."

"Xixi, mom..."

"Sister." Han Qiao interrupted: "I've cooked the noodles! I've got something to sit down and say it."

Pack it up.

Three people reappeared.

The scene is awkward.

Liu Xiaoli was in a state of calm and was carrying noodles with chopsticks.

"Mom, you guys just now, really just the next one?" She looked puzzled.

Too strange.

"Yeah." Liu Xiaoli was embarrassed and asked for help and said, "My mom...I prayed, he, he was down."

"Otherwise," Han Qiao said: "Who do you think you are cooking now."

"Han Qiao." Liu Yifei didn't move his chopsticks at all, his face was serious, and he emphasized: "Even if you and your mother are truly in love, I will not accept it."

"Whatever." Han Qiao didn't care: "As long as you recognize your sister, it's fine."

"Xiqian..." Liu Xiaoli shouted: "You misunderstood. It's not that kind of relationship between me and him."

"Mom, what's that relationship?"

"There is nothing to do with it." Liu Xiaoli didn't dare to say "mom", and said in a deep voice: "Xiqi, don't worry, I will handle it."

"Believe me, okay?"

Liu Yifei was in a mess, what was going on!

Liu Xiaoli begged with her eyes.

She rarely sees her mother's eyes like this, and she says with pain: "Yeah."

No one is in the mood for a meal.

In addition, Han Qiao.

He cooked three bowls of noodles alone, and this was the case. Liu Yifei and Liu Xiaoli reconciled.

As for.

Liu Yifei recognizes him or not, Han Qiao doesn't care, and he doesn't want Liu Yifei to support him.

Liu Xiaoli urged her baby daughter to go to bed.

Liu Yifei was unhappy and had a depressed expression, but since her mother was happy.

She can only accept it.

that is.

These two people passed by the two worlds, and Liu Yifei looked at them and felt very upset.

Run away like running away.

When Liu Xiaoli saw her baby daughter closing the door, she was furious and raised her pillow with both hands. She threw her head at Han Qiao, lowered her voice, and roared angrily: "Han Qiao, what do you want to do?"

"Sister." Han Qiao let it hit him, very innocent: "Sister, if you are unhappy, I will be unhappy."

"Now, Xixi has reconciled with you, so sister can be relaxed."

"You..." Liu Xiaoli thought of just now that she covered her face with her hands and squeezed out a sound from the crack of her hands: "Get out."

"Sister, you can't do this." Han Qiao sat next to her and cried, "I have worked hard and made contributions again. Sister, if you don't thank me, I'll forget it, I'll ask me to get out."

"Is it too much?" Han Qiao smiled with a curious smile, "Sister, are you happy?"

"Shut up." Liu Xiaoli's eyes were flying, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked upstairs, staring at her eyes: "Han Qiao, I warn you that if you do something random again, I will not let you go."

"Sister, Xixi agrees with our relationship." Han Qiao blinked: "From now, I won't have the handle of my sister."

"Han..." Liu Xiaoli was furious.

hiss……

Han Qiao rushed over, pressed Liu Xiaoli's wrist with both hands, and pressed her feet against the sofa.

"Sister, you weren't like this just now."

……………………

10:00 pm.

Hanqiao left the villa.

Breathing the cold air, he woke up, and his relationship with Liu Xiaoli was like this.

lover?

Can't say it.

Lovers?
To be continued...