Chapter 404: Are You Afraid of Ghosts?

He looked back, his eyes shining with a hint of inquiry.

"That ......" she laughed twice, rubbed her fists together, and stretched out her palms towards him, "Give it to me." ”

"How many billions?" He pulled the check holder out of his pocket and prepared to write her a check.

"What, how many billions?" She blinked innocently.

"Nonsense, money, of course." He gave her a cold look.

Thought she was asking him for money?

it! Big misunderstanding!

He's too proud, isn't he? Directly to give 100 million? Hundreds of millions are impatient?

She just likes such a super literate and high-quality big boss.

"Who asked you for money?" She was very moved in her heart, and forced the checkbook back into her pocket, "That...... I'm going to ask for the scab that just fell off my face. ”

She saw with sharp eyes that he was holding it in her hand and didn't throw it away.

He furrowed his dark brows, "I can't give it to you." ”

"Why!" She exhaled a little, "Pinching the little scab that fell off my face, isn't it disgusting, not disgusting?" ”

"No." The cold male voice is very crisp.

"No matter." She reached for it, "Hurry up and give it to me." ”

The thought of the scab in his hand made her scalp numb, and she felt that her noble image in the eyes of the male god was about to be ruined.

"If it falls into my hands, then, it's already mine." His cold eyes flowed with deep meaning, and he stared at her steadily.

I like to carry you with me all the time, even if it's just a little bit of your skin.

She couldn't understand why he insisted so much, "Forget it, whatever you want." ”

He waved his hand arrogantly.

For the sake of him who almost wrote a check for her just now, he sent him.

Bai Qinghao walked to the desk in the study and sat down, opened the drawer, found a thumb-sized transparent plastic box containing pills, and put a little scab on her face into the box.

After watching it for a while, I put it in my jacket pocket with satisfaction.

In the master bedroom, Fang Xinxin noticed that a European-style carved dresser was placed next to the luxurious big bed at some point.

She summoned the housekeeper Zhao Cheng and asked, "Is this dresser for me?" ”

"Miss Hui Fangsan, I bought it on the orders of the commander. He said that it would be more convenient for you to live here, and the makeup and skin care products on the dresser were also prepared for you by the commander's orders. ”

Fang Xinxin was moved.

In her previous life, she knew that he was a tough guy and didn't like to put feminine things in his room.

Unexpectedly, he would take the initiative to do so.

"Let's go down." She waved her hand.

Butler Zhao Cheng glanced at her face with a strange gaze and stepped back respectfully.

Fang Xinxin sat in front of the dresser in pajamas, combing her long hair in the mirror.

Suddenly, her eyes touched herself in the mirror, and she was so frightened that she almost screamed.

The dense small acne scabs on the face are curled with dry and hard corners, and they look like they fall off from time to time.

As soon as she reached out and touched her face, a few scabs fell off naturally.

There are so many hard acne scabs at the same time, and they can't be taken off, and the self in the mirror is like making a horror movie, a miserable sense of immediacy.

I turned off the lights and turned on only the dim strip of light.

Looking at it again like this, there is a "female ghost" in the mirror who is pure natural without makeup and whose face is peeling! ”

Fang Xinxin sighed that she was so terrifying that she could hook up with a female ghost.

No wonder even the always rigid housekeeper Zhao Cheng couldn't help but look at her face in surprise before leaving.