Chapter 172: I Want You

Zuo Qiuchen's morning meeting was relatively early, and after breakfast, he was almost going to the company. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info But Zuo Qiuchen still took the initiative to stop Xia Han and simply cleaned up the tableware.

Zuo Qiuchen stood in front of the dishwasher, against the light. The early morning sun shone in through the window, and the light shrouded Zuo Qiuchen's surroundings, exuding a charming halo. Xia Han suddenly stood behind him and gently hugged his lean but incomparably strong waist......

"Did the person who brought you your clothes think that you would have to go back to the meeting?"

Xia Han asked jokingly.

Zuo Qiuchen smiled softly, his wide palm caressed Xia Han's hand holding him, and a faint layer of calluses on the palm pattern rubbed the back of Xia Han's tender hand. Xia Han trembled slightly.

"Are you going to a meeting in silk pajamas?"

"Do you want to?"

Zuoqiu turned around, smiling wickedly.

Xia Han thought that Zuoqiu's good figure was fully revealed in front of everyone, and he didn't know how many young workers would be bloody! She doesn't want it!

Giving Zuo Qiuchen a blank look, Xia Han let go of his arm, Zuo Qiu's palm was closed, and Xia Han's hand was imprisoned on his waist again.

"Someone will send it later. Worried about my life so early? ”

Xia Han lowered his head slightly, and his face flushed.

"You still have to worry about me? What do you want? ”

"I want you."

Xia Han raised his head and looked at Zuoqiu's eyes.

"Left Hill ......"

"Hmm."

"Did you hear a knock at the door?"

Zuo Qiuchen's face darkened, and he did hear it.

Let go of Xia Han, walk to the door, and open the door. Mo Hao grinned and stood at the door with a dark gray handmade Italian suit.

As soon as he opened the door, Zuoqiu had a gloomy face as if someone owed him 2580,000, confused.

Zuoqiu took the suit with a murderous gaze and closed the door.

Mo Hao hurriedly took out his mobile phone and looked through it carefully.

Nothing wrong, huh? Who provoked this uncle again?

Xia Han had to go to school in the morning, and when he just got dressed and went out, Zuoqiu was already changing his shoes in the entrance. Xia Han walked over and gently straightened Zuoqiu's tie, his eyes full of tenderness.

Zuoqiu gently took Xia Han's hand, put it to his mouth, and gently kissed the back of his white hand.

"Are you going to school today?"

"Well, I have to go to school in the morning."

"Where's the afternoon?"

"Let's go to the shopping street in front of you in the afternoon."

Zuoqiu took out a black card from the inner pocket of his suit and handed it to Xia Han.

"I have."

Xia Han pushed it back, but a faint warm current slipped through his heart.

Zuoqiu knew that she was not short of money, but it was different.

Zuoqiu frowned and put the card in the open bag on the table at Xia Han's door. Xia Han hurriedly reached out to stop Zuoqiu's arm, but the card had already slid in one step ahead of her.

Although her assets are several orders of magnitude different from Zuoqiu, she is also a well-known American fashion designer, and she can get seven figure dollars in a quarter's salary.

Even though she has now retired most of the designs, she is still the chief designer of GD, and she has no problem supporting herself.

Just wanted to say something, but when he saw Zuoqiu's indifferent face, he swallowed back the words that came to his mouth.

It's a big deal, wouldn't it be nice if she didn't brush it? Xia Han thought so in his heart, but he pretended to have a look of regret on his face.

"Stay safe."

Seeing that Xia Han obediently didn't say anything, Zuoqiu gently hugged Xia Han, lowered his head and kissed on his hair.

After Zuoqiu left, Xia Han also cleaned up and went to school.