After wearing it for five years, he was favored by the boss

Chapter 467

No.

Injustice.

Zhao Chumian shook his head, "I don't like it."

"If you don't like it, it means you are lying to me."

"Mr. Sheng, you have to have confidence in your figure..." She smiled, "I don't like it because good horses don't turn back. To my horse, you are the grass to turn back..."

"No matter how good your figure is and how handsome you are, between us..."

Her body suddenly fell on the bed.

A bony hand covered her lips.

Qingjun's face moved closer to hers.

"Well……"

As soon as she raised her hand and grabbed his hair, her black eyes widened and she stared at him threateningly.

If he doesn't let her go, he won't let her go.

Rip his hair out and recede his hairline.

Sheng Xifang - the first domineering president in history with a receding hairline.

It's so fun to think about it...

She was really willing to use her strength to hold his scalp tightly.

He doesn't doubt that if he doesn't let go, she'll tear his hair out.

In the next second, his cool palm moved away.

Zhao Chumian also let go.

She quickly pulled the quilt over her body, "Don't you have aesthetics yourself? Do you want me to help you pick out clothes?"

"You have good eyesight."

She said unhappily, "Are you hurting me on purpose? If I had a good eye, how could I have fallen in love with a cold and indifferent man like you at first sight?"

Could it be that falling in love with him at first sight is a bad vision?

Sheng Xifang stood by the bed, with a hint of danger in his eyes.

Zhao Chumian felt the cold breath coming from him.

She shrank into the quilt, only showing a pair of beautiful black eyes, "Mr. Sheng, you are a clothes hanger, and you look handsome in a sack. You don't need me to help you pick it out. Why don't I go out first?"

She just wants to slip.

sack?

She can really make up.

It is impossible to wear a sack in this life.

In the bedroom, the bedside lamp emits a warm yellow light.

Standing beside the bed with his tall and tall figure, he began to unbutton the buttons one by one.

The olive green military uniform fit him perfectly.

Zhao Chumian's words about the warlord marshal and concubine popped up in Zhao Chumian's mind, and he suddenly laughed.

If she wants to take wedding photos in the future, she must take a group like that.

She watched him take off his coat. Just as his hands were on his T-shirt, she suddenly realized that her whole head was buried in the quilt.

Sheng Xifang watched her movements, her little one nestled inside, seemed to be still moving slowly.

He stops.

Zhao Chumian crawled from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, carefully opened a corner, but did not see Sheng Xifang.

very good……

She can leave quietly.

However, as soon as the quilt was lifted, both feet fell to the ground.

A tall figure stands in front of her.

"Well……"

She sat down in despair, and scratched her somewhat messy hair with her fingers, "You're unhappy, aren't you?"

"You just found out?"

He said coldly.

"Then let me go..."

She won't bother him when she gets home.

It doesn't matter if other women bear him a child.

He treats her well now with impure motives.

She didn't want to accept such kindness.

She lowered her head and bit her lip slightly.

Above his head, his deep voice came, "Go down and play."

"kindness?"

Why did she suddenly feel so good and let her go down again?
Zhao Chumian raised his eyes in doubt, but there was no expression on his clear and cold face.

The room was dimly lit, and there was no sign of happiness or anger.

She walked out immediately.

Leaving without looking back.

As soon as he went out, Zhao Chumian patted his chest.

"call……"

scared her to death.

That bastard Sheng Xifang!
In the room, Sheng Xifang stood beside the bed, not moving for a long time.

Want to go again.

I have to find a way to keep her...

(End of this chapter)