Are sand sculpture trench fans distracted today?

Su Changle blocked the medical staff out but forgot about her special assistant, her interest had almost been worn down, and of course there was no need to let her go now.

With a sigh, he retreated from Song Nuan and sat back on the bed with regret, and beckoned to Chen Si listlessly: "Come here."

"Okay!" The little special assistant didn't intend to pay attention to the boss's thoughts, only knowing that he was finally freed from the dilemma.So even though he was still stepping on a height of more than ten centimeters, he still ran over cheerfully.

She spread out all the things in her hand on the table, and then handed them to the two masters in front of them one by one.

In fact, it's not very appropriate to say the two, because Song Nuan's palm was injured and he couldn't hold things, so his share was also handed over to Su Changle who had just gone out to wash his hands.

Chen Si had already solved it by himself at the breakfast shop. When he walked over, he thought that it might be boring to watch these two people eating, but now he realized that there was no need to worry about it.

Because it's fun to watch two good-looking men flirt with each other, even if you're single.

Smile manually.

"I have never served anyone since I grew up, so should I be rewarded?"

Chen Si stared dumbfounded at his general manager smiling like a delicate rose, wondering if this guy has already flirted to the point of flirting in front of his face.

Holding the corner of the bun in his mouth, he raised his eyebrows at Song Nuan, his long and narrow eyes were filled with a playful smile, he leaned on the edge of the hospital bed, and his warm breath almost sprayed on Song Nuan's face.

As a result, not only the special assistant, who was regarded as a transparent person, couldn't control his expression, even Song Nuan himself couldn't hold back.

He looked at Su Changle's humble appearance and wanted to slap him in the face, but thinking about his current virtue, he felt that if he really did it, he would probably only hurt the enemy eighty times and himself eight hundred times.

"Fuck... can you show some face, your employees are still watching..." Song Nuan suppressed the idea of ​​fighting to the death with the old hooligan in front of him out of desire for survival, and subconsciously backed away with her lips pursed.

Of course, he didn't know how his face was turning red at the moment. The hospital gown was a bit too big, because the movement of moving back kept sliding down, and finally even exposed a small part of his collarbone.

Song Nuan followed He Ran's wishes and controlled her diet to achieve the effect of losing weight. While her body fat rate plummeted, her cheeks had collapsed, not to mention other parts of her body.

But probably because of this, the collarbone looks extraordinarily slender and beautiful.

Su Changle didn't intend to hide his gaze at all, and the smile in his eyes even deepened.

"One thing to say, there are other people in this room." Song Nuan's back was already leaning against the wall, but this person continued to approach as if he couldn't see it.

He tried his best to keep his words in the same tone as usual, and said in a persuasive way: "You don't want our relationship to be exposed so early, do you? Sister Sisi accidentally said it out."

No, I will not!

Chen Si had already covered his mouth with his hand, guessing that Song Nuan's front foot had just bitten a bun with Su Changle's front foot, and he could scream uncontrollably with his back foot.

Su Changle didn't intend to stop after hearing his words, but just blinked his eyes as a response, and then moved forward again.

Song Nuan gritted her teeth and staggered her head, panting heavily, feeling a little embarrassed.

Although he is very unwilling to admit it, Su Changle does have the ability to smile and give people a strong sense of oppression every time he is about to define him as a fool.

Song Nuan closed his eyes cruelly, and hypnotized himself cursingly: Fuck it, just feed it.

You and I have no chance, it all depends on you throwing money.How can you be too presumptuous with your parents, do you really refuse what they want to do?

He finally gave up resisting, but Su Changle sat back to his original position as if suddenly losing interest.

Swallowing the steamed bun in one gulp, General Manager Su looked as usual, as if nothing had happened, and said in a very comfortable tone, "Let you go first."