Chapter 1974 (2/2)

Not long after, Han yun'an has taken out a men's robe from the cloakroom and put it in front of him, ”go to take a bath, what do you want to talk about, wait until you come out!”

Han yun'an is a smart woman. Naturally, he can see Qiao Qing's expression of desire to talk and stop.

Seeing this, Qiao Qingwu gets up and walks to the bathroom, and stubbornly doesn't take the nightgown.

Ten minutes later, after taking a bath, he simply put on a towel and stood in the bathroom with his hands on the sink. His expression was very complicated.

He did not know whether he was crazy or not. He came to Han yun'an's home in the middle of the night, obviously looking for abuse!

The robe was not new at first sight, which proved that other men had stayed in her house.

If it's something from my ex boyfriend that hasn't been thrown away, is it reluctant to part with it?!

Qiao Qing's eyes quietly raised his head, looking at himself in the mirror, can't help laughing.

He read countless women and was loved by countless people. In the end, the woman who made him lose his cool was Han yun'an.

What a bloody irony!

Qiao Qing hesitated for a moment in the bathroom again, and the unclear clue made him more and more irritable.

He turned on the tap and washed his face with a handful of cold water. Ignoring the water droplets on his face, he opened the door and walked to the living room.

At this time, the footprints on the floor of the living room have been wiped clean.

With a glass of red wine, Han yun'an sat in front of the French window and looked out at the rainy night.

Hearing the sound behind her, she turned her eyes slowly and saw that Qiao Qing was only wearing a bath towel. She didn't ask much. She shook her glass and said, ”do you want to drink?”

Such Han yun'an, too natural and unrestrained, too calm, even in pajamas, the whole person is still full of thousands of style.

Joe rolled her Adam's apple, strode to her reclining chair, leaned over the armrest, locked her in the bend of her arm, and murmured, ”whose robe is that?”

Han yun'an calmly looked at him, then glanced at the gray robe on the sofa, ”a friend's.”