Dear Commander-in-Chief

Yun Qiao attended the party today. He didn't dress up carefully, just casually put on a silky broad dress in the style of a nightgown, and came.

How can I think of having a meal? There is a fire hazard!

As soon as the flame of the lighter touched the silk, the fire broke out!

Everyone exclaimed.

Gong Xiaoxiao instinctively bounced from her seat, took a glass of water, and rushed to Yun Qiao to extinguish the fire.

Le Jiaming calmed down and stopped Gong Xiaoxiao: "There is alcohol on the lighter, it seems that I can't pounce with water..."

Qin Jieyu suggested gently and understandingly: "Tear off this burning dress. I have a cashmere shawl here for you to cover it."

Sun Fenfang rolled his eyes: "Do you still give this kind of people an idea? She is so devilish, she deserves to be burned!"

The others turned towards Yunqiao: "This is a good way! Sister Qiaoqiao, please tear off your clothes!"

Qin Jieyu's kindness once again impressed everyone. Not only did he have a good idea, but he also directly contributed his precious cashmere silk scarf to prevent Yun Qiao from being embarrassed.

Who knows.

Yun Qiao did not adopt this "kind" approach.

Instead, he glanced at Qin Jieyu sharply.

Tore off the burning clothes in public?

Then go nȧkėd and put on a silk scarf?

Can cover the front but not the back?

Is this helping her out of the siege, or pitting her without a trace?

Not paying much attention to Qin Jieyu, Yun Qiao dusted his clothes calmly.

The little flame that panicked to everyone was just a cute and naughty little toy for her.

The way she flicked the flames directly with her fingers was simply terrifying in everyone's eyes!.

"Sister Qiao Qiao, your hands... your hands... will burn out..."

However, unexpectedly, Yun Qiao's hand was unharmed.

After the flame was bounced off, it went out with a light blow.

Soon, there were only a few burnt marks on the clothes, and the fire went out.

Everyone's eyes are straight!

This, this, this is amazing!

"Sister Jojo, in France, a goddess like you is to be enshrined..."

"I really admire you today, Sister Jojo!"

Amidst the admiration, Sun Fenfang's disharmonious cold snort suddenly sounded: "Is there anything to admire? I think she is unlucky. Why is there no problem with other people's coffee, but her coffee catches fire? This kind of nightgown is the same. The clothes are in tatters, it's a shame to our show crew!"

As he said, he pointed to the public dining area in the other half of the restaurant, which was separated by a screen. Because of the fire that broke out here, the customers who walked over with their heads laughed at Yun Qiao: "The shame is thrown abroad, look. The other customers can't stand it anymore, come to complain!"

but……

and many more!

Why these "customers who came to complain", all of them like brain fans, excited and excited, surrounded Yun Qiao:

"Boss, are you okay? We are late!"

"Woo, Fairy Yun, your skirt is torn? Are you okay? I feel so sorry for the baby!"

"Boss, I still have a cape...oh no, cape!"

One by one, calling Yun Qiao so affectionate and respectful is obviously a fan of Yun Qiao.

Damn, what kind of boss is this stinky girl from the country?

Just when Sun Fenfang was indignant, the scene that suffocated her even came.