Chapter 50: Sick Brother Is Not Easy to Mess With (50)

There was a moment of silence in the car.

The young man's eyes were dark and savvy, and he couldn't see anything, so he just looked at her fixedly.

Then, the long, pale and cool fingertips gradually lifted, brushed the leaves, and touched her cheek, the fingertips rubbing back and forth on it.

Even a simple action reveals this person's strong desire to control.

He gradually pulled his lips and laughed, turning his face slightly sideways, and his ghostly face exuded an extremely thrilling gloomy and gorgeous, like a slightly sickly delicate doll.

"Brother is indeed right to think so."

His red lips spat out softly.

Song Jin was impartial, hooking his lips and smiling extremely provocatively, "Yes, will Ah Jue give me a hug?" ”

Just as he was talking, the car had stopped at Qi's door.

The security guard at the door came to open the car door, and the young man walked out slowly, standing outside the car, turning his head and squinting at her who was still smiling in the car.

Hooked lips smiled with a gentle face, "When my brother can pick up the flower and go up to the thirty-sixth floor, come and talk to me again." ”

Before she could understand what he meant, the boy turned to leave.

After getting out of the car, Song Jin struggled to hold the potted plant, standing at the door of the company, seeing that no one had come to greet her for a long time, she couldn't help but look dazed.

After a while, the assistant came over and said, "The little master asked you to put this potted plant in his office." ”

"Oh, that's right." Song Jin put the potted plant in his hand on the ground, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and then said, "Go find a few people to come over, this one is really a bit heavy, and it is not easy to move." ”

Seeing that she hadn't moved for a long time, Song Jin frowned and looked at her, "What's wrong?" ”

The assistant pursed his lips and said with difficulty: "Little, the little master said, let's not help you." ”

"Why?" Song Jin's eyes widened slightly, stunned.

"He said that you like this potted plant very much, and if someone else moves, you will hit someone."

......: "Qi Jue, you are so good!"

Only then did Song Jin understand what it meant to hold the flowers to the thirty-sixth floor, daring to be despised for the physical strength of the five scum of Zhan, and he couldn't even hold the flowers, and he still wanted to hug him?

Invisible taunts are the deadliest.

The assistant saw that she looked like she wanted to hit someone, and hurriedly stayed away from her potted plant.

It seems that what the little young master said is right, she is just a little closer, and the eldest young master is...

Song Jin walked to the elevator expressionlessly, the assistant hurriedly shouted in the back that her flowers hadn't been taken yet, she pressed the elevator, and said angrily, "Don't do it!" ”

The assistant Ben wanted to say something, but the elevator door closed, so he had to give up.

Song Jin went straight to the thirty-sixth floor, with a fierce appearance, almost slashing people with a knife, and the staff on the side saw it, they were all frightened, and hurriedly made way for her.

[Stop.] Don't die, you can't beat him. 】

Song Jin's face was expressionless: "No, I'm not going to fight, I'm going to cultivate a relationship with him, so that he can really understand whether I can do it or not!" ”

[You can't do it in the first place. 】

She was silent for a moment, as if she had suddenly remembered the fact that she was a woman.

Silently took his hand back from the doorknob, and said with difficulty, "You said that if I go to the love/toy store to buy handcuffs or other things, will I have a better chance of making him up?" ”

[It's too late.] 】

Before Song Jin could understand, the door "clicked" and opened automatically...

"......" she forgot that this door was still an electronic gate.

When I looked up, I saw the young man lazily sunk in the wide sofa chair, his white face slightly covered by fine black hair, his long legs leaning slightly on the table, his fingertips tapping on his knees, and looking at her with a smile.