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Chapter 3664

    

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Yao Jing ignored him and pressed the password to enter the house.

when she closed the door, Yao Jing turned around and saw Qiao Bolin raising her hand and pushing the door, looking at her with a smile, "would you like me to make you a sober tea"

Yao Jing said coldly, "No need!"

Qiao Bolin held on to the door, smiling like a jade, "actually, I have something to ask of you!"

Yao Ning said, "what's the matter"

"it's my grandmother's birthday in a few days. I want to draw a picture for her, but I can't draw it. Teach me!" Qiao Bolin said in an elegant voice.

Yao Jie said, "I can't draw traditional Chinese painting."

"Sketch is fine!" Qiao Bolin said immediately.

Yao Jing sneered, "send sketches for birthday"

Qiao Bolin's eyes glowed and said calmly, "as long as I drew it, my grandmother must like it!"

Yao Jing is still indifferent, "Sorry, I don't teach, you go to a professional teacher!"

"Yes, most of them are female teachers. With the lesson I learned last time, I really don't dare to get in touch with girls now, so you are the most suitable one." Qiao Bolin took it for granted.

Yao Jing sneered and ate Luyao's breakfast in the morning. Now she says she doesn't dare to get in touch with a girl. This man's mouth is really separate from his brain. His brain has no idea what his mouth says!

"Don't teach!" Yao Jing is straightforward.

Qiao Bolin stared at her and remained silent for a while. Yao Jing was surprised and said in a cold voice, "what do you think I'm doing"

Qiao Bolin chuckled. "Why are you so angry" Obviously it has been said before, but also said that you do not hate me, meet peacefully say hello, this is your attitude to say hello "

he looked puzzled. "is it because of the house" You bought this house yourself, didn't I did I force you Why are you doing this to me "

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Yao Jing knot.

it is true that she offered to buy the house herself, but he didn't say he lived at the opposite door.

Qiao Bolin seemed to know what she was thinking, and immediately said, "I live at the opposite door. It doesn't contradict me to sell this house. Besides, you didn't ask!"

his words blocked all the problems that annoyed her, and he said it so confidently that there was no room for her to refute it.

Yao Jing took a deep breath and slowed down her tone. "I'm not angry anymore, but it's impossible for me to teach you how to draw."

"Why"

"No reason, I don't want to teach, I don't like teaching!"

"I'll pay!"

"am I short of money"

Qiao Bolin raised his eyebrows and said, "so heartless"

Yao Jing had an awe-inspiring look on her face. "if there is no emotion, what are you going to talk about"

Qiao Bolin's eyes suddenly darkened and said in a low voice, "this is the same as what my mother said. I once thought you had turned your back on me. My mother said," how can you turn your back on me if you never like me "

he smiled bitterly. "originally, I really didn't like it!"

Yao Jing was so upset that she bit her lip and did not speak.

Qiao Bolin nodded slowly. "I see. I'll leave you alone. Go to bed early!"

then she turned away, and her slender figure disappeared from her sight, and even the elongated shadow on the ground slowly disappeared.

Yao Jing closed the door and looked up at the living room, suddenly giving birth to the illusion that she had driven Qiao Bolin away and lived in his house.

she went home and worked for a while. After taking a bath, she lay on the bed. She sniffed and looked amazed.

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