Chapter 2079

for her by action than to say sweet words.of course, if Haitong likes to listen to sweet talk, no matter how cold he is, he is willing to learn it.Sunan got up, leaned over and whispered to his frien...Chapter 2079

stared at Zhan Haoyu for a while, then Qiao Han withdrew his eyes and closed his eyes.

"Young Master, are you going to the Fengze Hotel first"

the driver asked Qiao Han respectfully as he was driving.

"mm-hmm."

Qiao Han gave a low hum.

her father's words were heard by drivers and bodyguards.

the driver stopped talking.

the bodyguard in the passenger seat turned his head and peeked at Qiao Han and Zhan Haoyu.

saw that the young master of his family was closing his eyes and Zhan Haoyu was sleeping, and the two did not communicate with each other. Of course, Zhan Haoyu was drunk and could not communicate.

the bodyguard quickly turned his head again.

I sympathize with my young master in my heart.

their young masters are so excellent that they always love themselves and never owe love debts.

as a result, he got into trouble with the third Young Master Zhan who came from Dongguan City and was involved in a homosexual affair.

what surprised and puzzled them was the reaction of their husband and wife.

according to theory, the husband and wife knew that the third Young Master of War pestered the young master and would find a way to prevent the two from getting in touch with each other, but the husband and wife liked the third Young Master of War very much and often invited him home for dinner.

every time they ask them to send Zhan San Shao back to the hotel.

does the husband and wife feel that the young master has never been in love, thinking that the young master doesn't like girls and likes the same sex

Qiao Han originally thought that she would close her eyes and nourish her spirit and would not fall asleep. As a result, she did.

when she woke up, she was leaning on Zhan Haoyu's shoulder, and Zhan Haoyu's side of his hand was still around her.

reacted, Qiao Han immediately pushed Zhan Haoyu away and sat up straight.

found them still in the car, Qiao Han secretly sighed.

"you're awake."

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Zhan Haoyu looked at her gently.

"you're not drunk, are you"

Qiao Han asked Zhan Haoyu.

Zhan Haoyu's eyes are clear and smiling, but he doesn't look a little drunk.

she knew he was pretending to be drunk.

that is, her parents were deceived by this bastard.

"I was drunk for a while, but now that I'm sober, I'm not drunk anymore." You worked very hard during the day and slept on my shoulder for a long time. I told them not to wake you up and let you have a good sleep. "

hearing the words, Qiao Han hurriedly looked at the time.

it's already ten o'clock in the evening.

she slept for such a long time.

with a cold face, she said in a cold voice, "I have an appointment with a client. You won't let them wake me up. You missed the time. I.

" I called Qiao Xuan for you and asked Qiao Xuan to take your job and went to Guangyuan Hotel to meet your appointment client. It was 08:30 in the evening, right don't worry, Qiao Xuan was not late. "

Qiao Han:

how did he know.

"your secretary called you and I answered it for you."

Qiao Han stopped talking with a straight face.

blamed himself for sleeping so soundly that he didn't even know his cell phone rang, and asked Zhan Haoyu to answer the phone for her.

will the secretary think that she and Zhan Haoyu are tired, so Zhan Haoyu answered the phone and asked Qiao Xuan to see the client

"hungry"

Zhan Haoyu locked her handsome facial features with glowing eyes.

his future wife is really handsome, and their children will certainly be more handsome in the future, because their parents are both handsome boys.

Qiao Han met his gaze, said nothing, and waited for him to go on.

"Let me treat you to midnight snacks."t it is impossible to get out of it any time soon. ""Xiao Fei, you deserve better."Shang Xiaofei said confidently, "I also think I deserve better."the sisters smiled at each other.Shang without trace...