"That, thank you"

Driven by conscience and human virtues, Ling Xiaoyuan came out coldly.

"What is wrong with this woman? It's getting weirder and weirder. ”

Ling Xiaoyuan twitched the corners of her mouth, her eyes were full of helplessness, she knew that Jiang Fuxuan had a stereotype of herself.

"Boss, you are so powerful, were you a doctor before? People really adore you. ”

Ling Xiaoyuan clasped his hands together, blinked his starry eyes, and preached to Jiang Fu very contrivedly.

Ling Xiaoyuan knows that men have the best face, and when they are praised by others, they have a special face, and their good impression of the opposite sex praised will also rise.

Besides, men are not all good at this, and I saw the green tea sister who made it.

It's like a jackal seeing a little sheep.

Jiang Fuxuan was stunned for a moment, obviously thinking of something, a little distracted, a dark memory, playing quickly in his mind.

After about half a minute, he withdrew from the long river of memories, and Lang Lang said, "No, it's just basic common sense, is it difficult?" ”

"Ah, this... This is indeed basic common sense, I don't know why, I think the boss is so powerful, so caring. ”

I have to say that with this ability to improvise, if Ling Xiaoyuan is an actor, he will at least be within the eighteenth line.

"Hehe, yin and yang weirdness, what kind of demon are you, suddenly slapping yourself like this, it won't be that you have done something bad that has lost your conscience, waiting for me to clean up the mess, right?"

Ling Xiaoyuan wanted to pounce on Jiang Fu Xuan, he was currying favor with him, this suspicious old man was really difficult.

"What if I have athlete's foot, I knew it earlier, and I shouldn't have taken care of that woman."

Jiang Fuxuan was leaning sideways and throwing the gloves on his hands into the trash can, then holding a disinfectant paper towel and wiping it vigorously on his hands, his white hands were slightly red.

"Well, how much does this dislike me, I don't have athlete's foot, besides, you still have gloves, I don't dislike you, clean ghost."

Ling Xiaoyuan was about to go crazy in his heart, and Ling Xiaoyuan was very annoyed by Jiang Fuxuan's behavior.

"I'm going to the company again, I'll go first"

Jiang Fuxuan casually threw the tissue in the trash, picked up the financial newspaper on the table by the way, and walked out of the living room.

Ling Xiaoyuan glanced at Jiang Fuxuan with disdain, and said secretly unhappy in his heart.

"Yo Yo Yo, what a loss, hum, I still dislike me, I still dislike you for having luck, Miss Ben, clean and fragrant."

Ling Xiaoyuan only dared to cross in her heart, even if Jiang Fuxuan left, she didn't dare to say this complaining sentence.

As the so-called partition wall has ears, who knows if there is a guy who listens to the root of the wall and complains.

An old man in his forties and fifties, holding a beige blanket in his hand and pushing a wheelchair, walked directly in front of Ling Xiaoyuan with a smile.

"Miss Ling, what do you want to eat at noon? You just got out of the hospital after recovering from a serious illness, and now you have another foot injury, but you need to make up for it. ”

With a familiar voice, Ling Xiaoyuan turned his head over, and the person who spoke was "Aunt Liu"

If you want to say that in Huayuan, who treats Ling Xiaoyuan sincerely, there is only Aunt Liu alone.

In Ling Xiaoyuan's eyes, Aunt Liu is like her mother, her elder.

Aunt Liu's kindness to Ling Xiaoyuan is not to rely on Jiang Fuxuan's favor to Ling Xiaoyuan.

When Ling Xiaoyuan saw Aunt Liu, his mood immediately improved, and the smile on the corner of his mouth showed a bit of sincerity.

"Aunt Liu, I haven't seen you for so long, I thought that Aunt Liu would forget me."

"Miss Ling, you are laughing, although I am old, my eyes and ears are still quite sensitive, even if they are all out of order, my heart still remembers Miss Ling, and it will never change."