Escaped Wife of a Tyrant CEO

Chapter 77

Nuonuo didn't want to turn her face away from him. After all, he was helping her. Nuonuo had a conscience. She would remember the kindness of others, even if Qiu Li was too shameful.

However, none of this could change her current aversion to him. Nor could she allow him to hold her hand in a perverted way as he rubbed it.

It hurts, bastard!

"Thank you."

Her pink cheeks were flushed as she said, "But can you let go? My hand hurts."

When she said that it hurts, she was charming, and it made his heart numb.

He smiled, "I hurt you?"

Nuonuo nodded, "Yes."

He narrowed his eyes.

He didn't want to hurt her, so he temporarily let go.

Nuonuo breathed a sigh of relief.

After a while, a bodyguard came back with a small cake in his hand.

Qiu Li took it and said to Nuonuo, "Hold it."

Nuonuo embraced it subconsciously.

It was a little brown bear chocolate cake. Song Zhan bought her and Song Lian similar cakes before. But no one could eat it.

Nuonuo pursed her lips, wanting to laugh.

Qiu Li saw a light smile in her wet eyes, "You like it?"

His black eyes were deep, so what was she laughing at?

Before going out, Aunt Chen deliberately told him to coax Nuonuo. After all, she was still small, and he was so overbearing, so he needed to spoil her.

After thinking about it, Nuonuo decided to tell him, "My dad came to see me earlier and bought a similar cake."

'Qiu Li, you are almost the same as an uncle.'

His eyes were dangerous, he grabbed the cake in her hand and threw it.

He wanted to swear.

Finally, he said as light as possible, "Aunt Chen bought it."

Nuonuo thought he was shameless.

But Nuonuo felt terrified when she remembered that the man had a lot of thoughts about her. She tried to discuss with him, "Qiu Li."

"Yes?"

"Look, you are twelve years older than me, and a melon forced off its vine is not sweet." She was cowardly, "What if, I recognize you as an uncle ... no, brother. I will respect you and not scold you. Won't beat you anymore, will you? I will honor you in the future."

( A melon forced off its vine is not sweet: forced marriage is not happy one)

As long as he didn't want to sleep with her, she could bear everything.

If he agreed, she would be grateful to him and respect him.

F*** it.

He laughed angrily.

"Song Nuonuo!"

She didn't dare to answer it. Every time Qiu Li called her with her surname, it proved that she was stepping on his bottom line. She said timidly, "I'm wrong, don't look at me like this."

He smiled, "Okay, why not?"

Nuonuo was afraid of dying, and he was so creepy.

When he looked like this, the air suppressed her breath.

He pinched her chin and forced her to look at him.

"Okay, call me Brother Qiu Li."

Nuonuo's cheeks hurt, "No, I'm kidding."

He said coldly, "But I'm serious, say."

Nuonuo raised her hand, but he directly held her wrist, "Isn't it your suggestion, I think it is very good. So you can go back and tell your teacher and classmates that your brother came for the parent meeting."

He looked like he was crying.

She finally knew that Qiu Li minded. Since autumn, he had tried not to wear a suit but a shirt at home.

He was more concerned about the age difference than she was.

Nuonuo didn't mind his age, she simply didn't like him.

So she tried any way to make him give up.

Even now it seemed that he was crazy. All the methods she tried had little effect.

She felt that the hatred was terrifying this time. It was so thick that bullets couldn't penetrate. But he especially minded her casual words.

Her face hurt, and tears came out.

Nuonuo said, "You let go."

"Say." He smiled coldly, "I don't know if your dad would dare to ask me to be his son. He might instead want to kneel down and recognize me as a dad."

Nuonuo looked at him with watery eyes.

He smiled, "Baby, filial piety. How are you going to pay your filial to me, eh?"