Chapter Seventy-Five: Sooner or later, I will become a person from Luoyang

Li Tianxiao sat on Li Tianxiao's luxurious Simmons bed, and it took several hours to sort out the documents in his hand in a serious manner.

After Luoyang finished speaking, he wanted to turn around and leave, Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly said,

"President, is it okay to ask for a phone number?" After Luoyang finished speaking, he wanted to turn around and leave, Su Xiaoxiao hurriedly said,

"President, is it okay to ask for a phone number?" Su Xiaoxiao went downstairs sadly and unexpectedly met Luoyang around the corner.

She approached Luoyang, and then froze and snapped, and suddenly the photo of the two of them was completed. Luoyang's face turned red, and he hurriedly let her go, rubbing his hands together, his expression a little embarrassed.

"Okay, here you go, 13872364369." She has long wanted to get close to Luoyang, but she always suffers from not having any chances.

She wanted to pick it up and secretly buy him an identical vase, but now.

She stood up very embarrassed, clutching the broken vase with both hands. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon after finishing the few documents in hand.

Su Xiaoxiao's heart was beating rapidly, she felt that her face was hot at the moment, and even the temperature on her body was much higher than usual, as long as she could be liked by him, she didn't care about trying hard against him.

He was very curious, why did this network author ask for his phone number, wouldn't it be enough to face the code at home?

She wanted to pick it up and secretly buy him an identical vase, but now.

Li Tianxiao sat on Li Tianxiao's luxurious Simmons bed, and it took several hours to sort out the documents in his hand in a serious manner.

Luoyang's face turned red, and he hurriedly let her go, rubbing his hands together, his expression a little embarrassed. With a crystal bracelet on her right wrist, she is petite and wears a silk pink tunic dress with a pair of black block-heeled leather shoes.

At the very least, let her make a deep impression in his heart. Luoyang's face turned red, and he hurriedly let her go, rubbing his hands together, his expression a little embarrassed.

Is this the embrace of the male god who thinks about it day and night, it's so hot, exuding a unique male atmosphere.

"Okay, here you go, 13872364369." Luoyang heard this,

"You wrote it, it's amazing, I've read it, it's good, continue to work hard in the future."