100 ways to be a scumbag boss

Cheng Shiqiu's head buzzed, and he subconsciously wanted to open his mouth to refute him, but he didn't know what to say after he opened his mouth.

It happened that she had already inserted the straw and came over.

He could only suppress his annoyance and grievances, lower his head, and play the game seriously.

There was no further opening, and the two of them played the game quietly.

The fingers that play the piano are all flexible, and Cheng Shiqiu has a natural talent for this type of game.

If the young piano teacher saw the little genius he held in his palm playing PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds with his delicate hands practicing piano, he would probably be so angry that he would be beaten away on the spot!

"Wow, this shot is really accurate."

She sat next to Cheng Shiqiu and watched him fight the whole time.

I don’t know whether it was Cheng Shiqiu’s good skill or his extraordinary performance. In short, his operation was very good.

The only minor twist and turn was probably when the drug ran out at the end.

Midu brought a car over, and he was usually the first one to drive Jinhuan over, but today he picked up several other teammates, as if he had forgotten Jinhuan's number.

Let Cheng Shiqiu lose blood like crazy in the poisonous circle.

Still frowning and unhappy, Jin Huan called him on the spot: "Midu, what are you doing? I'm going to bleed to death!"

"I thought your boyfriend didn't need my help, I'm sorry."

This subwoofer is indeed charming.

But Cheng Shiqiu was not in a very good mood to begin with, and this would bring him to rock bottom.

If this was his own number, even if he died in a drug ring, he wouldn't get in this annoying guy's car, but he had the number of Jinhuan.

The little girl plays the game very seriously and will be unhappy if she loses.

I endured the discomfort and got into the last seat in the car.

After the game was over, the cup of milk tea in her hand was also empty.

On the screen was: Good luck, eat chicken tonight

Jin Huan gently tossed the empty milk tea cup, and the contents fell into the trash can accurately.

There was obvious excitement in every gesture.

"Stop playing, okay?" He put down his phone and looked down at her.

Jin Huan's smile faded and he hesitated, but after all, his boyfriend was the most important, so he nodded.

I didn’t watch it as a movie yesterday, which is a bit of a pity to be honest.

After all, the screenwriter of that movie was Xiao Ya Mo Xiao Xihua. He knew that Jin Huan was a loyal fan of this author and was chasing the book called "The Illustrated Book of Scumbag Girls" every day, so when it came time to vote, he voted without hesitation. got this.

"Yesterday's movie is still available in theaters today. Shall we go see it?"

"I don't want to go out today, let's do it next time." There are too many exciting scenes in the book "Quick Wear, I Get Rich by Picking Up Pants". Although she knew that it would be cut out a lot when it was adapted into a movie, she didn't plan to do anything with Cheng Shiqiu, so she still Don't go and look, it will save him from being restless outside.

"it is good."

"I have some breakfast for you, go and eat it." She touched Cheng Shiqiu's hair, which was soft and felt better than Qin Ye's.

"how about you?"

"I'm going up to catch up on my sleep. You can finish eating later and come over by yourself."

After the luminous watch last night, he became more thoughtful, nodded, and went to have breakfast obediently.

But...when he came back and smelled the faint fragrance of shower gel in the bathroom, he couldn't keep up the mask of being a gentleman.

The room was dark.

When he sat on it, the mattress sank slightly.

The boy's hand touched the water droplets on her shoulder that had not been completely wiped off.

My heartbeat slowed down unconsciously.

He restrained his instinct, lay down, and then held her in his arms.

But when he held it up with his palms, his pajamas couldn't bear the plumpness, and the delicate and white waves suddenly bounced on his hands.

The boy's breath suddenly became hotter.

When his lips landed on her butterfly bone, she trembled violently.

The little girl in his arms struggled subconsciously, but he locked her tightly in his arms. His low, hoarse voice went up her neck with the wet feeling, and finally fell behind her ears: "Huanhuan."