After leaving Wang Ningmei's place, Ye Ling drove back to the villa.
Liu Qiao'er seemed to have gone to work already; there was a big bowl of noodle trash in the garbage can. Ye Ling couldn't help but laugh when he saw it, saying to himself, "This girl, she never forgets to eat, no matter the time."
There was also a note on the table, which read: "Gone for the night, don't touch me for three days!"
The corner of Ye Ling's mouth twitched. This little girl seemed dull, but she was quite sensitive!
After thinking for a while, Ye Ling made a phone call to Liu Qiao'er.
"Wife, I..."
"Don't call me wife!"
"..."
Liu Qiao'er snorted softly, "Whose bed did you sleep in last night? You didn't come back all night, and I was almost stolen away by a thief, yet you still have the nerve to call me."
"Something came up last night," Ye Ling explained helplessly.
"If you have something to say, say it quickly. I still have to go to work," said Liu Qiao'er.
