Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

"Xiaoyu, I'm begging you, hurry up and tell your mother, these are all fake, and they are all made by someone who wants to hurt you and spread rumors."

"Mom, this..."

Qin Yu wanted to say that this was not true, but he knew that it was impossible to erase it with a single sentence.

His eyes suddenly swept to the entrance of the corridor, and he couldn't speak any longer.

Su Qiao was sitting in a wheelchair and was looking at the living room in astonishment.

His face changed, and he hurried forward to explain: "Jojo, you...don't get me wrong, last night I..."

After a pause, he took a deep breath and tried to calm down:

"I drank too much last night, so I did such a **** thing. You know, the person I like and love has always been you."

Su Qiao's face was cold.

It's all up to this, it's really shameless for this man to say that.

Yes, he had no face at all.

Standing behind her, Qin Mohan slowly rolled up his cuffs and said unhurriedly:

"I remember last night that you didn't drink before you went upstairs."

"And the video is very clear. Anyone with a discerning eye can see if there is drinking."

Still want to quibble?

Well, let alone the door, there are no windows.

Hearing this, Qin Yu's face was gloomy for a moment, and soon became very anxious again.

Kneeling down on one knee, squatting at Su Qiao's feet, looking at her eagerly: "Jojo, you will believe me, right?"

Su Qiao avoided his outstretched hand, her brows and eyes were cold and cold: "Trust you?"

"Do you think I'm really stupid and easy to deceive?"

"You look at the comments on the Internet, if there is one person who believes in you, I will believe in you."

As if thinking of something, she lowered her head slightly, her voice a little sad:

"It turns out that you didn't want to touch me, say you cherish me, and want to give me a perfect wedding night because you like Guo Xiaoyu."

"It turns out that I'm not as good as the daughter of a high-level courtesan and a gangster who eats, drinks, prostitutes, and gambles."

Su Qiao did not forget Hei Guo Xiaoyu.

"You hid so deeply!"

In the last life, they kept it tightly hidden until she got married and after her avatar died.

It's a pity that she is here, no matter how deep she is, she can pick you up.

Qin Yu became more and more anxious: "Qiao Qiao, you misunderstood, I really want to give you a perfect wedding, a perfect wedding night, I really cherish you, love you very much, I have long been firm in my heart and want to live with you forever."

"haha, really?"

Su Qiao sneered as she slid the wheelchair and took two steps back.

Too close, she was afraid that she would throw her fist directly.

Behind him, in a secret place, Qin Mohan pulled her hair with a dark face.

After Su Qiao turned her head, she moved her lips resentfully: Do you still want that bastard to touch you?

Su Qiao glared at him: Don't make trouble.

Qin Mohan quickly pursed his lips, expressing that he was very good.

Mrs. Qin also slowly calmed down at this time.

Seeing his son begging Su Qiao in such a low-key manner, he was immediately dissatisfied.

"Ayu, what are you begging her to do? It's just a woman, without her there are more and better choices..."

"Mom, stop talking."

Qin Yu wanted to try his best to save Su Qiao, but at this time, seeing his mother come out to drag her back, his expression sank.

"Jojo, you believe me, I really love you, I..."

Su Qiao's eyes were cold, and the corners of her lips were raised ironically:

"You love me so much that you got along with Guo Xiaoyu. You really love me very much."

Seeing that it doesn't make sense to say good or bad, Qin Yu was also annoyed.

His eyes darkened, with a sad expression on his face:

"Jojo, it's my fault this time. I admit it. You can fight or scold you, but I will never break up with you."

Su Qiao squinted at him with disgust flashing in his eyes.

Beat you?

I'm also afraid of getting my hands dirty.

Mrs. Qin couldn't bear to see her excellent son squatting down in front of Su Qiao, but she couldn't hold back.

With a cold snort, he said disapprovingly:

"Hmph, it's just a woman. Those who are playing outside now, how many have never played with Miss Young Master? Those who have never played are not men."