Sure enough, you can't be too BH.
After the Hedong Lion roared and cursed, Qian Mai had a nightmare that night.
In the romantic and luxurious bathroom, there is a bright Swarovski crystal chandelier on the head, pink tiles from Versace at the feet, and gorgeous and beautiful high-end sanitary ware in front of you. Not far away, there is also an exquisite golden glass vase.
Qian Mai, dressed as a French maid, bowed and stepped on a small step, reaching out to lift the burgundy floor-to-ceiling veil. Behind, Young Master Peng Chen was lying down and washing up.
That's right! You read it right! In the jacuzzi full of white foam, Peng Chen was humming and washing up. Having a good time, I also became a dandelion mother, blowing the little bubbles all over the sky.
"Master, the red wine you want is here!" Latent Wheat's voice became strange, sweet and greasy, as if it contained honey.
"Don't drink anymore." Peng Chen seemed very upset when he was disturbed so much that he immediately pulled down his face. On the arrogant and cold facial expression, the dark eyes shone with cold, and the ice made people have a desire to escape.
But before the little maid walked out in relief, the eldest master grabbed her arm, pulled her by, and stuffed two sky-blue bathing gloves in her hand, and indifferently gave the command: "Wipe me back."
"Why?" Qianmai's eyes flickered, his little head shook like a wavy drum, and he stammered: "No! Mom and Dad said... Men and women can't be kissed."
Look, even in my sleep, Qianmai is still very reserved.
"Do you have the qualifications to say'no'? No one has ever dared to scold me! If you scold me, you have to pay the price." Peng Chen grinned grimly at the corner of his mouth, and said bitterly: I will throw you out of the window."
"Then... Okay." The poor and the poor cannot be moved, the rich and the rich cannot be licentious, mighty, let's bend.
In the bathroom where the wind was gusting, Qianmai's tongue numb, and his back became cold, and he stubbornly agreed.
As a result, such a weird scene appeared in the dream: Peng Chen sat with his eyes closed and rested in the bathtub with white foam. On the pink tiles, Latent Wheat blushed with a small face, holding a bath towel and wearing bath gloves, putting his hands on Peng Chen's strong and sturdy back.
"Master, your back is so hard, can I use a'board brush' to wipe it." The little maid respectfully asked for instructions.
"If you want to drown in the bathtub, you can try it." The young master replied blankly.
"But, my hands are so sore..." The little maid's voice whispered, and she wiped her back twice weakly, which seemed to be a little more coquettish.
The eldest master sat quietly, without speaking for a long time, and finally snorted coldly with his nose: "Hello, it's useless."...
Latent Wheat was awakened by the numbness, and in the dark night when he couldn't see his fingers, goose bumps fell all over the place.
God, is that the one who is screaming and irritating, is she herself? Qian Mai shook her head violently, even in a dream, she would not allow herself to do that. But why does the hand hurt so real
With her sleepy eyes, she raised her bewildered and heavy head to take a look. At some point, she had become asleep on her stomach, her right hand was accidentally pressed under her neck, and she was so sore and numb that she was about to lose consciousness.
"Hiss." He gently flattened his hand and rubbed it for a while. Qianmai went back to sleep on his back, but couldn't sleep anymore.
Compared with the blank memory of others after drinking and dreaming, her memory nerves are almost comparable to VCD. Any one of the details can freeze the picture and see clearly.
After the handprint defect was spoken out, Peng Chen did not follow the script of ordinary people. Instead, she performed an operation. Coupled with her Hedong Lion Roar, the problem was not solved, but it was like a snowball. .
What a headache! Emotion is a thing that cannot be seen or touched; it cannot be weighed or energy; it cannot be bought or sold; it does not know the origin or the ending, but it is alive and can torture people.
Peng Chen, how much I hope you can be safe and smooth in this world, and I am not willing to experience the slightest damage and mutation. How much I hope you can be happy and happy every day, not willing to face the gloom and helplessness of the world.
I can knock down the bad guys with cruel heart and no face, but in front of you, who is clear, elegant, kind and outstanding, I feel ashamed of myself. That's because no one knows better than myself, behind my bright smile, I have a dark and unspeakable psychology. And all this, under your clear and gentle gaze, I have nowhere to hide. I am afraid that one day, if you take off my mask with your own hands, you will be so sad that you no longer believe in beauty.
Peng Chen, how can I tell you, my love is actually no less than you...
The result of a night of tossing and turning is that during the whole morning at work, Latent Wheat is listless and sleepy in a chair and fights with eyelids. Even drinking three cups of black coffee has no effect.
The internal telephone rang, Qian Mai reached out and took the microphone.
"Boss, do you play all night on National Day? You drink so much coffee in the morning?" Ouyang Xuan's cries rang out from the microphone. After getting acquainted with each other, this person became more and more dependent on the old to sell the old and take care of everything.
"Oh, it's okay." Qianmai clamped the microphone at the neck, turned his head to speak, his fingers flashed quickly, crackling, answering QQ's An Qi's inquiries about dress design.
Hearing the busy typing inside, Ouyang Xuan stopped talking, and hurriedly started talking about the business: "Boss, today a gentleman named Zheng Yizhao called and wanted to ask for your private cell phone number."
"Zheng Yizhao...who? Anything?"
"He said that he is a friend of the general manager and he is very interested in creative design. I have seen samples of the new and fashionable down jackets at the order fair, and I really want to get acquainted with'talented designers', and would like to invite you to enjoy your face,'have a cup of coffee together 'To discuss some design issues together." Ouyang Xuan was afraid that Qianmai would not understand some of the words, and the words were very clear.
"Oh." Qianmai responded lazily and casually, and continued to discuss some design details with An Qi.
Ouyang Xuan was stunned, he twittered like a bird for a long time, and the boss responded "Oh". But this matter is extraordinary, he is not easy to deal with it without authorization. That's all, that's all, I'd rather bite the bullet and ask a few more times than guess a half sentence wrong.
"Boss, what should I do with this matter?"
"Friend of the general manager, what do you say?" Qianmai slowly leaped forward without answering questions.
Ouyang Xuan is a clever person, and he couldn't help but have an idea: "The friend of the general manager should naturally receive the highest level of hospitality from the company. If necessary, I will report to Sister Lin or the general manager, and the big man will entertain and resolve doubts in person."
"Understood. You can handle these types of calls directly in the future."
"Yes." Ouyang Xuan grimaced, reluctantly adding another chore.
You say, is it easy for him to be a big man? When the boss goes out, he has to drive; when the boss eats, he has to take a lunch box; when the boss goes shopping, he has to carry a bag; when the boss draws a picture, he has to be a bodyguard; when the boss makes a model, he has to take scissors; , A group of mad bees and butterflies smell the incense, and he has to multi-functionally stand up to make "electric mosquito coils" and "insecticides." Now, he finally knows why the chairman has urged and generously paid him a high salary. It turned out that all he had to do was a "male nanny" with filial piety.
As the time was approaching noon, Ouyang Xuan went to greet the arrival of the "Xin Peng Ji" food box in advance. The boss went on strike today, and he was idle as well. It's better to go to the front desk and ask Xiao Wu MM for information about Zheng Yizhao.
However, before he could talk to Xiao Wu, the sensor glass door on the 25th floor opened. A young cool guy walked in with a cold face and deep eyes. He wore a black suit and exuded a very unique yuppie atmosphere. What's very uncoordinated is that Cool guy is holding the "Xin Peng Ji" food box he sees every day.
Xiao Wu knew countless people, and immediately stood up and greeted him with the brightest smile and the most standard Mandarin. Ouyang Xuan could see how hard she tried to restrain her, so she didn't let her laugh horribly.
"I'm looking for Qianmai designer." Peng Chen only answered one of Xiao Wu's many questions. After checking the time, he got off work ten minutes away.
"Please give me the food box. I am the assistant of the potential designer, and I have been taking care of her lunch." Ouyang Xuan introduced himself in time, but he didn't believe that this cool guy was a delivery. Diners.
"Let her take it out by herself." Peng Chen said politely and walked to the window to look at the surrounding environment.
It is strange to say that Ouyang Xuan, who has always adhered to the principle of "loyal ministers do not matter, two masters", actually listened to the order and started the phone. When he dialed the familiar number, even he himself was confused. It may be that there is a convincing determination in the eyes of Cool guy.
After a while, the sound of potential wheat high heels hitting the floor came from a distance. With just a glance, she saw the long, handsome figure by the window, felt his deep look back, and her chest was smoldered, and a mixed emotion surged.
"Why are you here?" Didn't you say that you will be busy for a long time? Qianmai stopped one meter away from Peng Chen, his heart beaten up, his head hanging low, staring in a daze at the milky white high heels studded with rhinestones on his feet.
Seeing Qian Maimai's flustered expression, he couldn't help but raised his lips and smiled. He walked over and stretched out his arms. If nothing had happened, he took her shoulders and said amusedly: "I'll give you a snack."
"Peng Chen..." In the crowd, Qian Mai was embarrassed and embarrassed, but was struggling to break free from the restraint of his iron arms, and his delicate brows suddenly wrinkled into twists.
But in Peng Chen's eyes, it was the best twist in the world. Listening to her softly calling out her name, she blushed in protest as usual, and her tense nerves loosened up and her heart felt sore. Su Ma Ma really enjoyed it.
Ouyang Xuan looked at Peng Chen curiously, and saw that he was smiling like a peach blossom in full bloom, and there was no hint of the style of the cool guy. He looked at the boss who was forced to hold his shoulders again, his eyes were full of autumn water, his voice was soft, and his face blushed like a young girl who had just begun to love him.
"Yeah. These two people have a lot of adultery/love." Ouyang Xuan touched his chin and sealed the conclusion without authorization. It seems that there is no need to inquire about Zheng Yizhao's news. (To be continued, if you want to know what is going on, please visit www.qidian.com, there are more chapters, the author is supported, and the genuine reading is supported!)