Rebirth of the Little Crying Bag, Chasing the Sick and the Big Guy, 108 Styles

Qin Zhenbei likes refreshing light colors.

Chu Rong took out a white slim shirt and put it on quickly.

Another pair of jeans of the same color.

A delicate boy like a porcelain doll appeared in the mirror.

The eyelashes are long and curled, like a doll.

The eyes are so pitiful.

The eyes are very big, the eyeballs are very dark, and the dark pupils are covered with a layer of bright water.

A clear and watery breath rushed towards his face.

Chu Rong stared at herself in the mirror for a while, and then unbuttoned several shirt buttons on it.

Expose the delicate swan neck, shoulder line and collarbone.

Skin glows like porcelain.

Chu Rong remembered Qin Zhenbei's favorite black Ya-chip men's perfume from a certain big brand in his previous life.

In the last life, Chu Rong didn't like this strong smell.

But now, Chu Rong just wanted to quickly close the distance with Qin Zhenbei.

It just so happens that he is the spokesperson of this perfume in the Asia-Pacific region, and there are many perfumes sent by brands at home.He opened the cabinet and rummaged through a pile of perfume.

I was sweating all over looking for it, and finally found it.

Chu Rong sprayed it several times "swish, swish", and the scent of the perfume that was transpired due to his high body temperature became more intense and confusing.

Chu Rong packed herself into Qin Zhenbei's favorite appearance, wrapped herself tightly with a peaked cap, mask and sunglasses, and went out.

Chu Rong drove to Zhenrong Film and Television Group.

Although there is no advance reservation, there is no key card.

But as long as he announces his name, he will be let in immediately.

This is the secret privilege Qin Zhenbei gave him.

In the past, Chu Rong only exercised this privilege for Su He.

He arrived outside Qin Zhenbei's office unimpeded, and almost yelled "Zhenbei" super loudly.

The power of habit is terrifying, especially if the habit has lasted for a full 30 years.

Soon someone opened the door, but it was Qin Zhenbei's secretary Zhang Jie.

Zhang Jie is Chu Rong's fan, and one of the few people in the company who knows Qin Zhenbei's thoughts on Chu Rong, and has always hated Chu Rong a little.

"Miss Xiaojie, Qin..." Chu Rong almost called out the word Zhenbei, and changed his words in time, "President Qin, is he there?"

In the last life, Qin Zhenbei was too busy with work, so he took the paralyzed Chu Rong to the office to take care of him for a long time.

As soon as Chu Rong entered the office, it was like coming home, her tear glands were a little out of control.

Looking at the water in his eyes that was accumulating more and more, Zhang Jie's heart softened.

"I'll help you call President Qin."

Qin Zhenbei is in a meeting.

Zhang Jie went in and whispered a few words in his ear.

He was a little surprised, how could Chu Rong take the initiative to come to him?

Usually in the company, Chu Rong always avoids him when she sees him. Did the sun come out from the west today?

Qin Zhenbei guessed the purpose of Chu Rong's visit, stood up, proposed to adjourn the meeting for half an hour, and walked to the office.

Qin Zhenbei just entered the door when he saw a handsome figure with his back turned to shrugging.

And the sound of sniffling.

Qin Zhenbei closed the door and said in a deep voice, "What's the matter, Chu Rong? What can you do with me?"

It must have been a fight with Su He?

Or do you want to pretend to be pitiful and give Suhe some resources?

Or did something happen to Su He, and he needs to settle it by himself?

Thousands of conjectures flooded Qin Zhenbei's mind, but he did not expect that Chu Rong rushed directly into his arms.

Chu Rong stuck to Qin Zhenbei's body like a strong sticky cake.

Arms wrapped around the man's strong waist, and his face was buried in Qin Zhenbei's clothes.

"Qin... Zhenbei."

As soon as Chu Rong got into this man's arms, she couldn't control herself anymore. The small tears hidden in her eyes seemed to be poked to pieces, and the unsatisfactory tears kept flowing out.

"Let me cry for a while, okay... woo woo woo..."

Even if Qin Zhenbei says it's bad, he won't let go!

With tears in her eyes, Chu Rong trembled from crying.

His limp body trembled non-stop.

Crying like this, in fact, he is still restraining himself, not letting himself cry out.

The tear-filled little face soon became suffocated like a little tomato.

Red and hot.

This [-]-year-old iron tree actually bloomed in front of him?

Qin Zhenbei's body was a little stiff, but he couldn't harden his heart after all. He reached out and hugged the wet and soft thing in his arms.

The atmosphere was very warm, except that Qin Zhenbei's little brother became restless.

I want to have a more intimate contact with this tempting little crying bag.

Qin Zhenbei felt that he was about to die from crying, and his chest was wet like a heavy rain.