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Chapter 404 This Prayer Is Not Serious

Chapter 404 This prayer is not serious

Author: Baishang Prawn Rice

Chapter 404 This prayer is not serious

The truth is often cruel.

The cruel truth is often unacceptable, but others can collapse.

Liu Yifei doesn't.

Her pride and stubbornness demanded that she would never be defeated at any time.

night.

The cold wind was blowing the window and slapped it randomly. The corridor was dark. Liu Yifei was barefoot and stepped on the cold floor. His face was haggard and his eyes were stubborn. He said, "Han Qiao, you were wrong. I don't hate you, I hate myself."

Paused.

Her eyes were slightly red, she clenched her lips, and her face looked painful: "If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have looked for you again and again, she wouldn't have been so painful!"

It's all my fault.

My dream has to pay the price.

She held the door in her hand, and the floor was cold, piercing her delicate soles like a needle. Even so, her back was straight.

Han Qiao can indeed influence her acting career.

So what, I looked straight and said toughly: "I said, I don't even have the qualification to hate you."

"Han Qiao, I'll tell you." Liu Yifei said word by word: "If a person has no bottom line and no morality, even if he is the emperor, he cannot stop the despise of the poor."

The two of them had their eyes intertwined.

"You are right." Han Qiao nodded with satisfaction. He is worthy of being his apprentice. At this time, his mind was clear-headed.

Does Liu Yifei hates him and still need qualifications?

Of course not needed.

Han Qiao shrugged and said patiently, "So, are you willing to call her mom now?"

Liu Yifei bit his lips tightly and said nothing.

"What's wrong with her?" Han Qiao's eyes pressed: "A woman likes a man, and a man likes a woman, what's wrong with two people."

"Is it because she is your mother that she can only like you and not like others?"

Liu Yifei staggered with a slender body, holding the door with both hands, her face turned painful, and she forced herself to retort: "She can like anyone."

"I didn't stop her, I hope she can find her own happiness."

"Do you think you are?"

"After all, I can't, right?" Han Qiao shrugged: "Women are not married, men are not married. It is natural for two people to fall in love."

“Even God can’t stop it.”

"Han Qiao, don't talk nonsense." Liu Yifei glared at her eyes and growled: "My mother doesn't love you, don't you know it yourself?"

"You are coercive, tempted, and dirty. She will not be happy when she is with you."

Taken the bait.

The silly girl is the little girl after all, Han Qiao smiled with a smile on his lips: "So, the reason why you object is that you think she is unhappy."

"I..." Liu Yifei was about to speak.

Han Qiao's body was pressing down, and he suddenly stepped in front of him, his eyes pressed down, and he asked blankly: "Why do you say she is unhappy?"

Can he not know whether Liu Xiaoli is happy or not?

The two of them had their eyes intertwined, and Liu Yifei held the door, tiptoed, frowned, and said angrily: "Han Qiao, I didn't debate with you."

"Liu Yifei, I don't think it's true that you care about her." Han Qiao turned his mouth down and pretended to be contempt: "I think you are just because of your own face and your little vanity, which prevents her from getting happiness."

"It's so pitiful. She has paid so much for you."

"Stop your mouth." Liu Yifei's eyes were wet, he held back his tears, and cried out: "I knew that she would kneel on the cold ground every night and pray, and she was not happy at all."

"She can't be happy."

Han Qiao looked at Liu Yifei's thin white dress, disheveled hair, barefoot.

The visual sense of broken beauty.

"Make a bet." Han Qiao said: "Betting on whether she is really happy. If I lose, I apologize to you and will not interfere in your life in the future."

Paused.

Han Qiao continued: "If I win, you can't call her, you must call her mother."

Liu Xiaoli was the flesh on her heart when she treated her baby daughter.

The reason why she was in pain was that Han Qiao was half and Liu Yifei was her other half.

The cold wind whistles.

Liu Yifei's face was pale, her clothes were thin, and she seemed to be unable to feel the cold, and she looked directly at Han Qiao indifferently.

Disturbing.

Her mind was in a mess. When she thought of the relationship between Han Qiao and Liu Xiaoli, she couldn't help but have a headache.

quite a while.

Liu Yifei said coldly: "Okay."

"I'll give you shoes." Han Qiao looked at Liu Yifei barefoot: "It's not good if you catch a cold."

Thinking about it.

Take off the down jacket: "I'll give you the clothes too."

"No need." Liu Yifei refused coldly, paused, with a cold face, cold: "Thank you."

“That’s polite.”

Han Qiao did not force him, and the two went downstairs barefoot.

In the kitchen.

Liu Xiaoli's figure was reflected on the door, busy.

Han Qiao paused: "Liu Yifei, remember the bet. No matter when it happens, you cannot interrupt the bet."

"What the hell do you want to do?" Liu Yifei frowned and emphasized: "Han Qiao, if you bully her, I will not let you go."

"Who said he wanted to bully her?"

Han Qiao stepped on the floor and smiled with her lips: "I just want to prove that she is happy."

prove?

How to prove it.

Of course, it was to convince her.

Han Qiao is very experienced, but Liu Xiaoli is just a disagreeable person and a stubborn person.

The cold ice can only warm up the young man at 37 degrees.

Han Qiao closed the door.

Liu Xiaoli was busy, with black casual pants, which set off the curve of her legs and a very thin waistline.

Tie your hair into a ponytail.

The red sweater is tight and has a tempting curve.

At night, she and Liu Yifei both had a very light meal.

Blanch cauliflower and carrots.

Turning back to see Han Qiao, Liu Xiaoli had a blank expression on her face: "Are you finished speaking?"

"Um."

"Let's go back after you finish speaking."

"Sister, I have something to do, I want to tell you." Han Qiao quietly, his heartbeats like a drum.

There is something to say.

Han Gou has stole the fragrance and jade so many times, but he has never seen this situation.

Liu Yifei is outside the door.

With Liu Yifei's personality, at this time, he must have been listening to the wall, and maybe he was holding a broom in his hands.

As long as Liu Xiaoli shouted.

The next moment.

She would kill Han Qiao ruthlessly.

Liu Xiaoli didn't notice it, frowned, and chopsticks poked the boiled cauliflower, impatient: "What's there to say? I have nothing to say with you."

"sister."

Han Qiao touched it.

It's close.

His heart was raised to his throat, and he stayed in Liu Xiaoli's slender waist, and followed the curve all the way down, pausing.

Liu Xiaoli was about to scold her.

Han Qiao immediately growled: "Sister, don't shout, it's bad if Xixi hears it."

boom.

Liu Xiaoli's throat was blocked, her eyes were angry, her face was flustered, her body was stiff, her elbows were fiercely towards Han Qiao's chest, and she growled: "Han Qiao, are you crazy?"

"Xixi is upstairs, do you insist on me dying, right?"

"Sister, I'm not happy when I see you unhappy." Han Qiao couldn't stop, Liu Xiaoli's body was stiff, but he knew it.

She really refuses.

The hot water in the pot was poured on.

After all.

Aunt Liu is just confused.

Virtuous mother and happy woman.

Han Qiao closed the fire and hugged Jiu Xiaoli's waist from behind with both hands: "Sister, do you miss me?"

"I miss you a lamp." Liu Xiaoli's cheeks flushed. She was afraid that Liu Yifei would hear it, so she struggled and shouted, "Han Qiao, don't go too far, let me go."

"Sister, I did nothing, I just wanted to talk to you." Han Qiao looked painful: "Don't move."

It ended abruptly.

The two were in a stalemate.

Liu Xiaoli became honest. Han Qiao smiled with a smile on his lips, grabbed Liu Xiaoli's ponytail with one hand, and the devil whispered: "Sister, admit it, you have deceived others, but you can't deceive yourself."

Liu Xiaoli raised her head, glared at her eyes, and her nasal breathing fiercely.

"Sister, look, every cell of yours is cheering." Han Qiao's fingers were scratching his cheek.

Slim neck.

Suddenly on the Adam's apple.

The nails are sharp.

Liu Xiaoli pressed her hands on the kitchen counter, automatically ignoring Han Qiao's words, her body was stiff and she was neither moving nor moving.

This posture.

She looked anxious and said in a panic: "Han Qiao, is it going to come to you tomorrow?"

After saying that.

Her eyes closed in vain, her body became soft, her cheeks were hot, and her legs were swaying like cramps.

"Damn."

Han Qiao was stunned. He had never seen this before.

Last time.

When Li Bingbing ran into it, Liu Xiaoli was not like this either.

How many secrets does Sister Liu have?

Looking at the glass door, Han Qiao deliberately said, "Sister, what are you going to do to me tomorrow?"

"Han Qiao, you...you...you..." Liu Xiaoli's eyes were filled with anger.

Little wolf, ask questions knowingly.

His body is soft.

Han Qiao humiliated her.

The more Han Qiao wanted to see her angry expression, the more calm she pressed her hands on the kitchen counter, gritted her teeth, and said intermittently: "Look for you, give... to you... to you to the grave."

Strong mouth.

"When I got down, Sissi said she would come down in a few minutes."

Han Qiao said deliberately: "Sister, you don't want Xixi to see this situation."

Magic weapons are very useful.

Liu Xiaoli bowed her back and said anxiously: "Han Qiao, please let me go, sister, please, okay?"

"Sister, don't you tell me what to do tomorrow?" Han Qiao continued to tease: "I won't let it go."

The pot is hot, and water splashes on the pot surface, sizzling smoke.

Liu Xiaoli held on and shouted, "Sister will look for you tomorrow. I will listen to you whatever you want to do."

"Sister, what do I want to do?"

Han Qiao said innocently: "I am still a minor."

……………………

The kitchen was quiet.

Liu Yifei did not carry a broom. She held a bottle of red wine in her hands, and the white skirt fell to the ground, squatting while listening to the movement.

The kitchen was quiet.

Her eyes were puzzled: "Han Qiao has been in for so long, but she hasn't made any noise. Could it be..."

impossible.

Liu Yifei stopped her thoughts. She could not like Han Qiao at all, and she could not love Han Qiao at all.

The clock on the wall was walking unwaveringly.

quite a while.

When I was drowsy, there was a movement in the kitchen, and the woman's voice was intermittent: "We are above the sky, love our heavenly Father! You are the true God who created the universe..."

Liu Xiaoli is a devout Christian.

Why did she pray?

Liu Yifei looked anxious and put his hand on the door lock. Han Qiao's voice came: "Who is the Heavenly Father?"

The woman's voice was intermittent: "You...you...you are the Father of Heaven."

???

Her eyes widened. Even though she was still a yellow-haired girl, something was wrong.

Keep listening.

The woman's pious prayer suppressed the pain, and the voice intermittently, and the pain cried: "Leova, our Father God, today, your child is silent here."

"Who is God?"

She was carrying a bottle of wine, damn it, Han Qiao bullied her and was about to go in.

The woman said piously: "You...you...you are my God."

???

She was a little stupid, what was going on inside?

Could it be?

She will be really happy with Han Qiao!

The puzzle is revealed soon after the mystery is revealed.

Han Qiao asked: "Sister, are you happy?"

The sound disappeared for a long time.

When she couldn't hold it, the woman's voice shouted: "Happy, Hanqiao, happy..."

"Call dad."

"Dad...Dad..."

"Chakka."

She sat on the ground with her eyes wide open and her mind was buzzing.

The world collapses.

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?