When Zhao Qingyan woke up the next morning, he immediately remembered the scene where he turned Qiao Junxi away last night. So the first thing he did when he got up was to open the door to see if Qiao Junxi's consciousness had improved after a night of reflection.

As a result, as soon as she left the master bedroom, she was startled by a figure at the door.

When I looked closely, it was Qiao Junxi standing at the door like a sculpture.

She frowned while slapped her chest to relieve her fright, "How long have you been standing at the door?"

"It's only about an hour soon." Qiao Junxi replied lightly. Although there are exaggerated elements in it, to be precise, he tossed and turned all night last night, so he got up very early to make breakfast.

Zhao Qingyan felt a little sad when she heard this, and looked at him with a little distress, but her mouth was unambiguous, and she looked unwilling tone, "What are you doing at the door?"

Then he turned back to the bedroom, entered the bathroom and started washing.

Qiao Junxi quickly followed her, and earnestly squeezed toothpaste for her, put water in her mouthwash cup and handed it to her.

Zhao Qingyan looked at what he did, and was confused and a little confused.

When she finished washing her face and came out of the bathroom, she saw that the originally messy bed had been tidied up. It was in line with Qiao Junxi's pursuit of perfection, and the bed was very flat.

A hint of satisfaction flashed in Zhao Qingyan's eyes. Unexpectedly, Qiao Junxi was still a little expert in the Gu family. To describe it in an inappropriate word, this man is really IKEA Yishi.

At this moment, Qiao Junxi was standing in front of the wardrobe to choose the clothes she would wear today.

He held a light gray plaid suit in his left hand and a white striped long-sleeved shirt in his right hand, then looked at Zhao Qingyan and asked, "Ms. Qiao, is it good for me to wear this outfit today?"

Qiao Junxi is a clothes rack, so she looks good in whatever she wears.

Just looking at his gentle and clear and quiet look, Zhao Qingyan suddenly forgot that they were still in a quarrel. After thinking about it, he gave his own opinions very seriously, "Well. It's pretty good."

A smile suddenly appeared in Qiao Junxi's eyes.

After changing into his clothes, he asked again with difficulty, "Qingxiang, what color of tie do you think you are good to wear?"

After changing into a suit, an elite characteristic was revealed at once. Zhao Qingyan picked a champagne-colored mulberry silk tie among his numerous ties, "Just this one."

"good."

Qiao Junxi meticulously put on her tie and asked her again, "How is it? Is it okay?"

Zhao Qingyan looked at him and found that he was indeed handsome, and he was impeccably handsome. But the tie was slightly tilted, so she walked up to him and adjusted his position with her own hands, "Well, that's OK."

Qiao Junxi looked down at her obedient appearance, and a thin layer of mist was dyed in her deep eyes. No one knew it, and even Zhao Qingyan himself didn't know how touching her looks were, and it was so heart-warming that it was so heart-warming that it was so heart-warming.

He couldn't help but hold her tenderness and put it to his mouth and pecked it gently, "Thank you, Mrs. Jo."

Zhao Qingyan raised her eyes and touched the affection in his eyes. Someone and Xinxin were tugged for a moment, and she suddenly blushed.

"Dare you dare to ask if my sentence is over?" Qiao Junxi asked while taking advantage of the situation.

"It depends on your performance tonight." Zhao Qingyan said seriously. His parents still have to give an explanation.

Qiao Junxi smiled very terrifyingly, "Okay. Even if the ammunition and food are exhausted, Mrs. Qiao will definitely satisfy her."

Zhao Qingyan: “…”
Chapter completed!