Sick big boss's palm is petted and milky

One of the light bulbs in the corridor on the seventeenth floor broke out at some point, and it happened to be right above the cool cover.

The light bulb flickered like a disco, and Ku Gai finally came to his senses, stiffened his neck, and looked at Nangong Jiang who was gradually going away.

Unexpectedly, the shadow he managed to get out of was so insignificant to someone, like "what did you eat for lunch a few months ago", which has long since been forgotten.

Ku Gai straightened up, staring at Nangong Jiang's back for a while.

Suddenly, Nangong Jiang seemed to think of something, turned her head and glanced at Ku Gai.

"Heh." The moment they looked at each other, the boy sneered sharply.

Looking back, oh, it turned out that I didn't forget him, but pretended to be a stranger to him here.They've bumped into each other, and they can still pretend not to know each other.

I really can afford to let it go.

funny……

……

Nangong Jiang always felt that the boy who was almost knocked down by her just now was a little familiar, like a person, so she couldn't help it, and looked back again.

But I didn't expect that this young man was simply a thorny little rascal, he sneered at him with incomparable contempt, and when he walked into the elevator, he raised his middle finger provocatively at him.

Originally, he thought that this boy's figure was a bit like the fake younger brother he had mistaken before, but the fake younger brother was a fake, and his personality had a spicy and sweet taste.

Therefore, even if the figure is similar, it is impossible for him to be the impolite little ruffian who lacks tutoring.

No one had ever dared to make such an insulting gesture in front of him. Nangong Jiang immediately pressed the door open button of the elevator.The elevator doors that were about to close opened again to both sides.

"It's really pitiful that I lacked the discipline of my parents when I was young." Nangong Jiang's long and narrow peach eyes are like plum blossoms in the bitter cold weather, aloof and coquettish, but also so cold that it pierces the heart.

These words seemed to ignite the fuse of Ku Gai's rampage. The young man's steps quickened, and he suddenly rushed towards Nangong Jiang: "I don't know if I have parents to discipline me, but if you scold your father like that, you won't be afraid of others scolding you for being unfilial." I'm sorry, as your father, I failed to discipline my son well."

Nangong Jiang's cold pupils suddenly shrank.

Wait, this voice is...

The elevator door in front of him was closed again because of the timeout, Kugai knew he couldn’t rush in, just bought breakfast this morning, and there was a steel coin in his pocket, he grabbed it out immediately, and smashed it in towards the small opening of the elevator door that was about to close at the end .

Several coins were smashed in just like that, Nangong Jiang was still in the shock of "being taught to be a son", and before she could dodge, one of the coins hit her forehead directly.

So, when they got off the elevator, the royal assistant Witt, who was waiting for Nangong Jiang at the elevator entrance on the first floor, saw this scene:

His Royal Highness, who was usually extremely noble, was half kneeling on the ground like a beggar, picking up coins scattered on the ground.

"Your Highness...Your Highness, what's wrong with you? I'll pick it up for you!" Witt quickly squatted down to help pick up the coins.

Looking up and looking at each other again, Witt found that Nangong Jiang's forehead was bulging with a red envelope.

Although this bulge is not very big, for His Royal Highness, it will greatly affect the appearance and the face of the country.

"Your Highness, who is it that has the guts of a bear to dare... to disfigure you?! Don't be impatient, this subordinate is going to—"

"No need." Nangong Jiang exuded a long-lost hostility, but it was not sharp, but a little more powerless, so that the assistant Witt was surprised for a long time before he realized it and helped Nangong Jiang up.

Witt probed: "You knocked it yourself?"

"No." Nangong Jiang stretched out her hand.

Wit returned the coins he had picked up to Nangong Jiang.

Nangong Jiang: "I was hit by my father."