Mr. Perfect Makeover

"Liangzi, what's the boss's situation now?" Colleague Xiao Zhao asked in a low voice.

Zhou Xiaoliang glanced at the office behind him, and found that Xun Xiao's sitting posture hadn't changed much from 10 minutes ago, so he relaxed a little, and said softly, "It's still the same, but as long as you come within two meters of his vision, I guess it will still happen." Was instantly killed!"

"Ah, no way, what should I do, old man Li asked me to notify the boss to go up to a meeting." Xiao Zhao's face immediately collapsed, feeling extremely stressed.

"Isn't there a private line in the boss's office?" Zhou Xiaoliang wondered.

"Tsk, Liangzi, you've only been with the boss for a short time. Let me ask you, have you ever heard a private line ringing since you've been in the group?"

Zhou Xiaoliang shook his head, "That's not true, what's going on? The boss and the boss are not in the same boat?"

"Stupid!" Xiao Zhao patted Zhou Xiaoliang's head with hatred, "From here, what's so special about the phone on the boss's desk?"

Zhou Xiaoliang was even more confused when he heard the words, turned around and looked into the half-closed door, and finally let him figure it out.

"The phone on the boss's desk doesn't seem to have a phone line."

"It doesn't seem to be there, or it isn't." Xiao Zhao pouted, and said in a very literary way: "Our boss is born to be a wild and free and easy person, how can he be bound by such worldly things."

When Zhou Xiaoliang heard this, his eyes sparkled immediately, and his blind worship of Xun Xiao rose to a new level, and then he felt something was wrong.

"Brother Zhao, you're not going to lie to me again, are you?" Zhou Xiaoliang squinted.

Xiao Zhao said, "Do I look like that kind of person?"

"Then can you explain the current situation of the boss? Are you sure that he will not be bound by worldly things?"

"Uh..." Xiao Zhao was at a loss for words, he lost face in front of the newcomer, the old man blushed, and found an excuse to escape.

Zhou Xiaoliang was left alone at the door thinking: The boss has been staring at that handkerchief for more than half an hour, what is going on?Moreover, I don't know if it is an illusion, but I seem to have such a handkerchief that is exactly the same!

. . . . . .

Wu Xin woke up suddenly, stared at the pattern on the roof for a while, then closed his eyes again.

"Since you're awake, get up, why are you pretending to be asleep?" There was playfulness in her crisp voice.

Wu Xin suddenly closed his eyes and continued to play dead.

The man was not annoyed, he pulled a chair and sat by the bed, picked up an apple on one side and played with it one by one, saying: "I didn't expect Shibie to see you after three days!" Then he caught a glimpse of the people on the bed. Without trembling the eyelashes, he dropped the apple and said lightly: "How do you feel after killing someone?"

"Kill who?" Wu Xin suddenly sat up from the bed and asked with his eyes wide open.

"Hey, why don't you pretend, keep going!" A sneer appeared on the man's face.

Wu Xin was even more flustered when she saw this. What did she mean by saying this? Could it be that all that was not her dream, and she really killed He Fuming?Killed yourself?

"Qingyin, tell me clearly, what's going on?" Wu Xin shouted suddenly.

Voiceless had fluttering and curling eyelashes, and bright red lips curled up perfectly.

"Since you don't want to pretend anymore, come with me!"