Chapter 357: Do You Know How Old You Are?

A little later, Tang Xin returned to the company, she deliberately did not cover the scars on her face with makeup, and went directly into Bai Simo's office.

Bai Simo subconsciously raised his head, and it was difficult to ignore it.

"What's wrong?"

"Smo, I followed your instructions to renovate Miss Ji's room, who knew that Miss Ji was indiscriminate and gave me a slap directly, and now it hurts."

Bai Simo frowned, and Tang Xin was happy in his heart.

Bai Simo must not like savage women, and to commemorate this is nothing more than self-defeating.

"Well, got it, let's get out."

"Okay, Small."

Tang Xin happily left Bai Simo's office, he picked up his mobile phone and called the memorial.

Remembering the pink and tender room that was admiring himself, he suddenly found that his mobile phone was ringing.

It was Bai Simo calling.

So fast?

"Hey." In line with the idea that he had come to ask him about his master, she opened her mouth lazily.

"It's okay with your hands."

"Huh?"

"Isn't the injury on your arm still not healed, and you dare to move, huh?"

Remembrance was not embarrassed: "It's true, I accidentally pulled it, but it's okay now." Anyway, when will you come back, I have prepared a surprise for you. ”

Bai Simo's eyes flashed a hint of softness.

Her soft voice, asking him when he would come back, made him feel a heartbeat.

"Soon."

"Then you have to come back early, surprises are waiting for you."

"yes, got it."

……

In the evening, Whitesmo returned.

Seeing her watching a movie in the living room, it seemed that she had deliberately waited for a while, and when she saw that she didn't move, she went upstairs.

But after going upstairs for less than two minutes, I came down, and my steps were a little hurried.

Everything was expected in remembrance.

Although Tang Xin hated it a little, those people were still very reliable, and the room had been completely transformed according to her requirements.

It should be the kind of style that Bai Simo is completely unacceptable.

The more unacceptable, the better.

"Memorial, you're crazy."

"Huh? I didn't. ”

"What's going on in the room?"

Memorial shrugged: "How's it going, surprised?" ”

Is this what she calls a surprise? He had been looking forward to it almost all afternoon, until he had just walked through the door.

He took a deep breath: "How old are you?" ”

"Why do you always like to make a fuss about my age? Don't you know that girls hate being asked about their age the most? Do you want to find a young and beautiful little girl, but I didn't expect that you still have an old cow's penchant for eating tender grass. ”

Beth-Mo: ......

"What do you mean by dressing up the room in a princess style that little girls like?"

"I like it." Actually, I don't like it very much.

Where she likes this, it's clearly intentional.

"Change it back tomorrow."

"Don't change."

"If you don't change it, you have to change it, if you let others know that I sleep in this place at night, I still have a face?"

Remembrance still insisted: "Then you don't want to sleep with me, go somewhere else." Anyway, it doesn't make a difference to you. ”

Let others know that he was kicked out of the master bedroom, which is even more humiliating.

"Do you really want to do this?"

"Hmm."

"Okay, that's what you said."

Watch him turn upstairs and leave the back.

Remembering the secret pride, finally solved a big problem, she raised her hand and gently stroked the bracelet, which she had already put on.

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