Shao Moyuan stood up, sat down directly, and then rubbed his head and asked, "Idol, aren't you revenge?"

"No grudge, my driving skills... can't do it." Brother Nan blushed and started the car again.

If F God’s driving skills are not good, can there be any other way around?

Qiao Zhanbei didn't say anything anymore, and Mrs. Qiao felt very embarrassed.

Don't continue to tease her, as it's easy to get angry and beat people.

Shao Moyuan was sent home first. When he got off the bus, Shao Moyuan was still sober.

Qiao Zhanbei personally sent him upstairs. Before leaving, he said to him, "Let's have a break tomorrow morning! I'll go to the company by myself."

Originally, Shao Moyuan, who felt that life was difficult, was very aggrieved, was immediately moved again when he heard this.

Then he smiled and said to Qiao Zhanbei, "I wish you a happy night with your idol."

It must be very pleasant, otherwise I will be sorry for him.

Qiao Zhanbei nodded with a smile. It would be very pleasant tonight. He would have a surprise for Mrs. Qiao.

Yes, Bad Beibei has also started to play surprises.

Because he found that Mrs. Qiao in his family liked those little surprises very much.

Villa in the Stream Valley

"I'm back to school and I can take a taxi when I walk to the intersection."

After getting off the car, Nan Er put on the hat of the sweatshirt with one hand.

He didn't forget to take the juice given to her by his second uncle and the neutral pen given to her little enemy.

Nan Er turned around and was about to leave, but Qiao Zhanbei grabbed his wrist.

Qiao Zhanbei held Nan Er's hand and smiled, "Don't hurry to leave. I haven't taken the gift yet. I'll leave after I take it."

"No, I'll take it one day. I've got too many gifts today."

Nan'er twitched his wrist, but he just didn't go in anyway.

She knew that Qiao Zhanbei’s doors and windows were so high-tech that she couldn’t escape.

"What are Mrs. Qiao afraid of? I haven't drunk too much." Qiao Zhanbei pinched Nan'er's hand.

Well, Mrs. Qiao's hands are so soft, they are a little cold.

"I'm not afraid..." Nan Er continued to thrust his hands.

Why is Brother Nan afraid? She just doesn’t want to go in.

"It's when I'm drunk, you're sleeping well too. I'm so well-behaved. Mrs. Joe doesn't know."

The word "benevolent" was spoken from Qiao Zhanbei's mouth.

No, it was said from the bad guy, with a seductive flirting.

It would be normal if these words were said from lazy Qiao Qiao's mouth.

But at this moment it was bad...

After hearing Qiao Zhanbei's words, Nan'er did not twitch his hands anymore.

Qiao Zhanbei is indeed a gentleman in this regard, but he also ate small tofu.

Seeing that Mrs. Qiao agreed, Qiao Zhanbei took the thing from her hand.

Holding things in one hand and her hand in the other, walking forward.

The courtyard of this villa in Qiao Zhanbei is very beautiful and has a very good privacy.

The street lights are a little dim and the atmosphere is also very good.

As he walked, Qiao Zhanbei took out a few firework sticks from a small shelf.

"Is this?" Nan Er looked at the fireworks stick in his hand.

This is the most common type of firework stick, a small bundle of ten yuan.

During the Chinese New Year last year, Han Lei set up a stall in the market to sell this.

Do rich people play this too?

Shouldn’t rich people play with the kind of gorgeous fireworks everywhere?

"Use the lighter your fourth uncle gave you, and you need one."

With the light of the street lights, Qiao Zhanbei saw the surprise in Mrs. Qiao's eyes.

As expected, using lazy Qiao Qiao's thinking to think about small surprises is very useful for Mrs. Qiao.

Nan Er took out the lighter that Liao Chengjiao gave her and lit a firework stick.

In an instant, the golden starlight burst out.
Chapter completed!