So she still thought about it a little, "No, I think you are a hero and sad beauty." ”

Fu Jingting, "......"

!

Praise herself!

Xu Qingcheng's scalp was numb when he stared at him, "Isn't it?" ”

"Yes. You're so beautiful. He spoke sarcastically, obviously disagreeing.

Xu Qingcheng gritted his teeth and held back the sentence that if I wasn't beautiful, you would still want my body.

The inner line rang, and Fu Jingting pressed answer.

"Fu Shao, the project data engineering department you want has stepped up the data analysis and summary of the last two years, the electronic materials have been sent to your mailbox, and the paper version of the report will be sent to you now?"

"Good. OK. ”

The man answered, and then cut off the phone.

Xu Qingcheng's scalp tensed, as if the door would be pushed open immediately, and she reached out to push him and hurriedly jumped off the table.

Tear and pull.

Xu Qingcheng looked back with a tense forehead, and the skirt that had just been lifted up somehow hooked up on the dark groove of his desk, tearing a hole in the back of her buttocks.

There was a few knocks on the door.

Fu Jingting asked to come in, and as soon as she came out, she jumped up and covered her mouth, "Wait." ”

She blushed slightly.

"The skirt is torn."

Fu Jingting pulled down her hand and looked down over her shoulder, she covered the torn place with one hand, and her face turned red.

She's really embarrassed, but she's so weirdly cute.

He couldn't help laughing, Xu Qingcheng was embarrassed and annoyed, "What are you laughing at?" ”

The secretary knocked a few more times outside the door, and seeing that Fu Jingting shouted to please come in with great malice, she hurriedly sat down on the rotating chair behind the desk.

Pretending to take the random documents on his desk and flipped through them in front of him.

The secretary came in, a little stunned.

Xu Tingcheng sat in the boss's chair and flipped through the documents.

Fu Shao stood in front of the desk half-leaning on the desk, tilting his head to look at her.

For a while, I couldn't tell who was the owner here.

He didn't hurry up to pick up the papers, what else did he look at her?

Xu Qingcheng raised his chin and motioned to him, take it.

The man didn't move.

"Fu Shao." The secretary asked, "You want a report." ”

The man still didn't move.

Xu Qingcheng was a little uncontrollable, and directly clicked on the table, "Put it here, you can go out." ”

The secretary hesitated.

Fortunately, Fu Jingting finally gnawed, "Put it down." ”

The secretary quickly put the report on the table, turned around and went out.

As soon as the door closed, Xu Qingcheng stood up, the position of the torn skirt was too embarrassing, and the buttocks were cold.

"What should I do?" She asked.

Fu Jingting gave her two words back, "Cold salad." ”

The woman closed her eyes, endured it, and got down to business first, she handed her mobile phone to him, "Either you call Mr. Tang first, and use my mobile phone." ”

Fu Jingting lowered his eyes, stared at her phone screen for a second, and then his gaze fell on her face.

Before Xu Qingcheng could react to what was going on, the mobile phone in his hand had been taken away by him.

"You're good with this lock screen photo."

"......" forgot, this morning she replaced the lock screen and mobile phone screen photos with a group photo of the two of them.

The man's mobile phone was facing her face, what was Xu Tingcheng trying to do?

The phone is unlocked.

Fu Jingting looked at the photo of the inner screen of her mobile phone, which was also a group photo of the two of them, and he sighed twice, "Who are you going to show this play for?" ”

"What kind of acting, my admiration for Fu Shao is like the surging Yellow River." Xu Tingcheng took back his mobile phone and called up Tang Jinchao's phone number.

Before I'm done, you can let me blow as many rainbow farts as I want.

"Admiration? What do you look up to? Fu Jingting sneered, seeing her follow the rules of the table to cover her back, he pinched her little chin and shook it, pressing his fingers on her lips, "Isn't it a taste of eating marrow?" ”

"What does the marrow know the taste"? ”