C32 One Stroke Breaking Technique (1/2)

They wanted to capture him.

This was the latest evaluation that the internet addict Lu Jinghuan had of Ye Qiao. Previously, he pretended to ignore him seriously, but now, he had already given him his phone number.

Lu Jinghuan stared at the string of numbers on the computer screen and thought for a while. In the end, Lu Jinghuan still stored it into his phone, the words on the phone said 'If you want to capture, then go ahead.' After doing all this, he closed his laptop and went to the bathroom.

Ye Family.

Qiu Xiangyang had washed all the tableware clean, and carried the garbage bag from Ye Qiao's room out: ”I'm going back, I'll come see you tomorrow when I'm free.”

Ye Qiao didn't say anything further and closed the door.

”Hey, hey, hey, wait …” Qiu Xiangyang suddenly thought of something, and immediately squeezed half of his body through the crack in the door. He grinned at Ye Qiao with his white teeth: ”Um …”

Seeing Qiu Xiangyang's nervous expression, Ye Qiao forced the door shut.

Qiu Xiangyang shouted and retreated. When he managed to react and rush over, Ye Qiao had already closed the door, and quickly locked it as well. He picked up the small French Bulldog on the ground and went upstairs to sleep.

”Bang, bang, bang ~ ~ ~”

”Ye, Ye …” Qiu Xiangyang chased Ye Qiao outside of the glass wall and went around to the side of the stairs, patting the glass and waved at him, but Ye Qiao acted as if he did not hear anything, and carried small French Bulldog up the stairs: ”Ye, recently there has been an unfamiliar call that you have not been able to answer, please do not reply to any messages … Hey, Ye! ”

Ye Qiao didn't even look at him and went upstairs.

It's over …

Qiu Xiangyang sighed inwardly. He got down from the glass wall and carried his garbage bag out, but he didn't know what was wrong with him, so he felt uneasy, afraid that the next time Ye Qiao went to look at the forum on the internet, he would find out what he was doing. He was also a bit worried that Ye Qiao would have his opinion of him after reading it. What if Ye Qiao got kidnapped by that 'internet addicted young woman'?

In short, he was in a very complicated mood.

Ye Qiao carried the small French Bulldog into his bedroom and closed the door to light up his special incense. The small French Bulldog that were just moving around in his arms immediately quietened down, lying motionlessly on the floor. Ye Qiao placed it back into his nest, and waited for the incense to release that slightly dry and astringent herbal smell. Only then did Ye Qiao go back to bed and meditate, using silver needles to prick his acupoints and add the specially made herbs, hoping to release his internal energy.