Chapter 988 The Saint Lady is Possessed by Otto
Chapter 988 The Saint Lady is Possessed by Otto
After Qiong had packed up, he walked into the bedroom. At this moment, Si You was lying on the head of the bed, staring at him with a smile, his whole body exuding a dangerous aura that made people feel nervous and frightened.
Qiong knew clearly in his heart that usually when Si You acted like this, he was going to cause trouble for him.
"Si You, what's wrong?" Qiong looked at Si You with her beautiful golden eyes and asked.
Qiong recalled rapidly in his mind at the same time, he should not have done anything, should not have done anything...
"Xiao Qiong, who is she?" Si You crawled to the edge of the bed, took out Qiong's cell phone from her, entered the password, opened the photo album, pointed to a photo of Qiong and Liuying, and asked.
"I heard that you and she even spun around under the fireworks?" Si You's voice sounded calm and non-aggressive.
But everyone who knows Si You knows that Si You might be really angry.
Si You slowly sat up from the edge of the bed, leaned forward, and looked closely at Qiong, as if trying to find a flaw in Qiong's expression.
When Qiong heard Si You say that he and Liuying were in circles, he thought to himself that this matter could not be let go, right? It had been so many versions, and people were still bringing up the issue of him and Liuying spinning in circles.
It's really annoying, okay? When will he be able to completely clarify himself? There really is nothing going on between him and Liuying.
"She is Liuying, a star core hunter. A friend." Qiong met Si You's eyes, and when he said the word friend, his expression was serious, as if he was explaining sincerely to Si You.
Then Qiong said helplessly, "Si You, you are not angry, are you?"
Unlike Si You's previous attacks, Qiong seemed to be in a particularly good mood this time. He folded his hands across his chest with a slightly ruffian smile on his face.
"Hmph, how could I be angry?" Hearing Qiong's words, Si You snorted coldly as if he had heard a funny joke, and turned his head away arrogantly.
"Please move aside. I'm going to make the bed." Qiong deliberately frowned and looked at Si You seriously. Then he strode to the bed, grabbed the quilt and lifted it high.
One corner of the quilt was pressed down by Si You. Si You looked at Qiong's serious expression and refused to move, so Qiong pulled a corner and Si You had to give up a corner.
In the end, Qiong crumpled the quilt into a ball and wrapped Si You up completely.
"I am dying of suffocation!" Si You continued, "How dare you treat me like this? I will never forgive you easily."
Just when Si You crawled out with his head as messy as a chicken coop, a light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. It turned out that Qiong had conjured up a hairpin with a white flower from somewhere.
Si You likes her sister Si Chen. Si Chen likes white flowers, especially white irises, so Si You also likes white flowers.
Looking at the beautiful white flower hairpin in Qiong's hand, Si You's anger instantly disappeared, and she no longer cared about the teasing Qiong had just done to her.
"Does it look good? Take it quickly. If you don't want it, I'll give it to Sanyue." Qiong looked at Si You and urged him with a slightly impatient expression.
"Then give it to her." Si You glanced at Qiong and said expressionlessly. Then, Si You turned his head away and ignored Qiong.
Seeing this, Qiong pulled Si You's arm. Seeing that Si You did not resist, he reached out, put his arm around Si You's waist, and carried Si You off the bed.
Qiong simply hugged Si You with one hand and casually pinned a white flower hairpin on Si You's head with the other hand.
Qiong is very strong and can kill three monsters with one stick. It is easy for him to do such a thing.
"Don't be too touched." After doing all this, Qiong carried Si You directly in front of the mirror and let her appreciate the hairpin on her head.
Then Si You saw himself in the mirror with messy hair and the white flower on his head that was about to fall off.
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