Little Sunflower Essence of the Doomsday Boss

Qin Xiaohan looked down at Sunflower, and there was some emotion flowing in his eyes.

Does his boy usually lean on the balcony, or is his chin rubbed by this sunflower?

Standing in the sun, did he also smell this faint milky scent?Will he laugh out those two cute dimples?

Presumably the boy's eyes, which are as bright as stars, are bent with a smile, right?Just thinking about it is so beautiful that it makes him fascinated, and it is terribly hard there.

Qin Xiaohan was absent-minded for a moment, his throat slipped up and down, and soon his eyes were covered with frost again.

His boy will never come back.

Cheng Yuan tried his best to please Qin Xiaohan, his face rubbed against Qin Xiaohan's chin, his head was almost bald, and he wiped a lot of flower juice on Qin Xiaohan's chin, but Qin Xiaohan didn't see anything In response, the other people in the car were surprised and amazed, and showed their love for this lovely sunflower.

Sunflower was a little frustrated, hanging her head sullenly.

What's the use of your liking, it's only useful if Qin Xiaohan likes it!

Qin Xiaohan is the boss!

Hey, why don't you come and touch me... You agreed to like me!

He didn't touch me before, but stared at me with eyes that wanted to tear me apart, like a vicious jackal.Now I've been touched, and I won't come again!

Sunflower was angry and aggrieved, her face drooped, and the circle of golden petals around her also drooped.

Suddenly a hand landed on Sunflower's face, and squeezed it gently.

It was Qin Xiaohan's hand, with a faint smell of rust, harsh and cold.

It was the first time Cheng Yuan knew that sunflowers could sense heat and cold so clearly. He was frozen by the temperature of Qin Xiaohan's fingers. He shivered for a while propping his chubby face on the thin pole, but he quickly came to his senses and hurried on. Please Qin Xiaohan.

The golden sunflower rubbed its chubby face around Qin Xiaohan's wrist, and the overlapping fresh petals lightly rubbed against the slender and strong fingers.

Qin Xiaohan usually uses a gun, and there are some rough calluses on his fingers, which are made by holding a wooden warehouse. Cheng Yuan's face was rubbed on it, as if he was scratching an itch. The fingers are used as something to tickle, and the flowers are rubbing against each other, as if they are actively asking for a pat on the head, it is so soft and sticky.

"So cute!" Fatty's eyes were shining, and his hands were itching.

"Boss, is this a mutated plant?" Liu Wu also had itchy hands, really wanted to squeeze the sunflower's head, and even more wanted to tease it like a cat.

"It's really cute." Xiao Min's original serious expression softened a lot, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she was adored by the sunflower.

Qin Xiaohan looked at the sunflower who was hugging his wrist with leaves and rubbing it coquettishly, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and then his expression was cold, his eyes were covered with frost, and he held the pole of the sunflower with his index finger and thumb.

Cheng Yuan, who was strangled by the neck: "..."

Boss, what are you doing? ? !

Qin Xiaohan stroked Sunflower's slender and fragile pole with his fingertips, "From now on, you will be called Yuan Yuan."

Yuan Yuan?Isn't that my name?

Cheng Yuan's face turned red.

"Don't run away, if you dare to run away, you know what will happen."

Sunflower nodded hastily, shaking the petals trembling.

Qin Xiaohan paused for a second, pursed his thin lips, and let go of the sunflower with his fingers.