Qiao Qiao felt a little uncomfortable.

But in the end, she said nothing.

When Phytolacca held her hand again, she did not feel happy.

On the contrary, there is more uneasiness and confusion.

On this day, I accompanied Shanglu and Shang Zhongbo to have their first family dinner at the home of the richest man in Pengcheng.

Early, Qiao Qiao returned to the room.

Shang Zhongbo called his son aside and said, "Shanglu, are we too formalistic in our preparations, making Qiao Qiao feel very formal?"

Shanglu frowned, thoughtfully.

Back in their room, Qiao Qiao had already taken a shower.

In the cloakroom, there were clothes that Shanglu had prepared for her. She changed into a pink nightgown, hugged her legs, and sat curled up on the corner of the bed.

The large bed made her slim figure look like a poor little kitten that had been brought home for the first time, curled up in a corner and afraid to move.

Phytolacca walked over and asked, "It's your first day home. Are you feeling a little uncomfortable?"

She felt that this was Shanglu's home, not hers.

But a faint smile appeared on her face, "It's okay."

Shanglu walked over, sat down, caressed the back of her head and brought her into his arms, lowered his head, closed his eyes, and kissed her forehead affectionately.

The hot breath on her thin lips reached all the way to her soft lips.

Greedy, demanding.

Over the past six months, he has developed very good kissing skills.

When I kissed her, she was very happy and enjoying it.
Chapter completed!