Knowing that Li Meiru is thinking about herself, Zhao Qingyan nodded obediently, "Well, I know, Aunt Li."

But I couldn't help but think to myself: The reason why she is so embarrassed is Qiao Junxi, okay?

"By the way, what's the matter with Qiao Junxi?"

"Oh, Madam asked me to see if Mr. Qiao was sleeping soundly. It was a bit hot today, and the remote control of the air conditioner in the guest room seemed to be out of power."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Qingyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Since I knocked on the door and didn't respond, I guess I've fallen asleep."

Li Meiru nodded, "That's right. Then I won't bother Mr. Qiao. By the way, the lady ordered the kitchen to make some summer soup. If Mr. Qiao wakes up later, take him down to drink."

"I understand, Aunt Li. I will definitely bring you what you say later." Zhao Qingyan said sweetly.

Li Meiru likes her from the bottom of her heart, "It's still our Xiaoqi who is the most sensible."

Seeing Li Meiru go downstairs, Zhao Qingyan returns to his room.

Qiao Junxi was still asleep and quietly occupied her bed.

The sun shone straight in. Zhao Qingyan remembered the stuffy weather that Li Meiru had just mentioned, so she quietly lowered the curtains and blocked the sunlight outside the window.

The room suddenly darkened.

Zhao Qingyan couldn't read books, so she simply put on her headphones and listened to music.

She has no preference for music, as long as it sounds good. She listens to Chopin, Schubert, Lister, Richard, Crutoi, and Joe Hashishi... Occasionally she will go to concerts to listen to pop singers singing loudly and interpret pop music, and sometimes she will sit in the theater to feel the magnificence and magnificence of the symphony.

When Qiao Junxi woke up, she found that her eyes were dim. He almost turned over and sat up, and took out his cell phone to look at the time. He knew that it was just two o'clock at this moment, and his frown was stretched. He thought he had slept until night.

With the light of the phone, he saw Zhao Qingyan sitting on the sofa. It seemed that she did not realize she had woken up.

My head was still a little groggy, and my voice was a little dull, "Clean, where is the bathroom?"

But, no response was received. Could it be that this girl fell asleep?

Qiao Junxi was worried that she would twist her neck against the sofa like this, so she planned to carry her to the bed.

The result can be imagined.

Suddenly, Zhao Qingyan was picked up and screamed out directly.

"So I haven't fallen asleep?" Qiao Junxi said, but she didn't take off her hands and still hugged her steadily.

"Are you awake?" Zhao Qingyan pulled his headphones and asked in a panic.

"Hmm. What are you listening to?" Qiao Junxi saw the headphones in her hand and realized why she didn't respond to his words just now.

"Listen. Are you getting better?" Halfway through the question, Zhao Qingyan suddenly realized that the two of them seemed a little weird to speak like this, so he pushed him, "Let me down."

Qiao Junxi kissed her lips before she put her down steadily. In fact, he didn't say something, but he thought to himself that he really wanted to take her home like this and spoil her fiercely.

Zhao Qingyan suddenly felt that it was really hot today. She got up and opened the curtains again, and asked him if he needed some summer soda soup.

Only then did Qiao Junxi see clearly that there was indeed a bathroom in her room. He pointed in that direction, "Can you borrow it?"
Chapter completed!