However, the that came out of the girl's mouth did not annoy him.

Maybe those clear eyes are too clean, looking at him is like looking at the artwork in the exhibition hall, not hiding his appreciation, but without the slightest desire.

Pretty?

Fu Yancheng narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xing Luoxi showed an empathetic smile, "It's just a signature, you don't have to be embarrassed." ”

Fu Yancheng frowned, "Signature? ”

Each of these words is human words, but when they are connected, why can't he understand them?

"I ......"

The low and magnetic voice was light and arrogant, and before the word "no" came out, the girl's shallow fragrance approached like a plum on the branches......

"Ding!"

In the elevator, Fu Yancheng's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

His private clothes, from high-end leather shoes customized in Paris to out-of-print trench coats limited to the world, from the collar button to the cufflink, are all low-key and luxurious, restrained and exquisite.

Only on the shirt......

The little master, one horizontal and one vertical, one skimming and one pinching, the four square words are dazzling.

The girl's bright voice is still in her ears: "Thank you for your support, I will continue to work hard." ”

People are quite polite.

What can it do with him? When did he support her?

The water stains of the highlighter on the shirt have not yet dried, and the fingertips can still be stained with shiny powder.

The dark dark eyes subtly floated a dark color.

Doodle!

Doodle on him in front of him!

How dare she!

And it worked!!

"Ding."

A passer-by stepped in, was frightened by the surging and terrifying aura, and flashed out quickly: Excuse me!

"Little girl ......"

"Toot-to-doo—"

"Say." Fu Yancheng's face sank like water.

On the other end of the phone, assistant Tang Yi stood in the empty men's toilet shivering.

"Boss! Cheng, Cheng Qian is gone......"

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"Bang!"

A large supermarket on the basement floor.

A middle-aged woman with a fat head and big ears looked around in a panic and found that there was only one child without adult care.

"Ouch! Whose doll is this, it's broken! ”

This shout attracted many people's side eyes.

The foreman also rushed over when he heard the sound.

I saw a broken bottle of red wine, staining a large floor tile red.

"This doll did it!" The woman was adamant.

The little guy is only four or five years old, like glutinous rice dumplings, and his two round gurgling eyes are very beautiful.

The foreman unconsciously lowered the decibel of his voice: "Children, what about your parents?" ”