Depth of pampering: Poison tongue son loli mother

Zhang Yuemei stepped on her high heels triumphantly, and went out holding the bonsai in her hands.

Mu Baoer rolled her eyes and continued to work.

But faced with so many potted flowers, it is unavoidable to be upset and irritable. Damn it, why do you have so many flowers for nothing? You are really a veritable nympho, um~ the president of gr Asia Pacific is a nympho, she thought viciously.

"What are you whining about?" A bone-chilling voice came from the door.

Mu Baoer looked up and saw Han Lie with a cold face, twisting the newspaper, several servants came over with a sofa and a round glass table, and after they were set up, they also brought coffee and snacks.

Seeing Han Lie lazily sitting on the sofa, Mu Baoer was speechless while drinking coffee and reading newspapers.

It was intentional, let her see him enjoy so comfortably, and when he started to work, he was full of resentment, so uncomfortable!

With an idea, I took it to my heart.

If he tortured her body, she tortured his ears.

So Mu Bao'er opened her throat and howled in a tone-deaf way.

"Sell my love and force me to leave. In the end, I shed tears when I knew the truth. You betrayed my love, and you owed a debt of conscience. No matter how much affection you give, you can't buy it back. You were the one who wanted to separate, separate Just separate, now you want to coax me back with true love. Love is not what you want to sell, you can sell it if you want, let me break free, let me understand, let go of your love..."

So the whole greenhouse rang with the divine song "Love Trading", which is popular all over the motherland.

A certain CEO who was holding a newspaper had n black lines on his forehead. The vulgar songs piercing his ears were ten thousand times more serious than noise pollution, and destroyed his central nervous system. He had never been so out of control in his life. Hold your emotions.

This damn woman did it on purpose!

Finally, he couldn't help but put down the newspaper with a snap, and squinted at the woman who sang so happily with a cold face.

"It's so noisy, you shut up for me."

Mu Baoer looked at someone whose face turned blue from being tortured by the Divine Comedy, and innocently widened her eyes: "It is not stipulated in the contract that you are not allowed to sing while working, Mr. President, even if you hold a lot of power, you cannot arbitrarily deprive one of them." Let the staff sing for fun! This is the best and inviolable!"

Hmph, even if she wants to piss off this beast in clothes and torment herself deliberately, she won't make him feel better.

"Is your howling, which is comparable to a first-class noise pollution source, also called singing? It's incomplete, and it's worse than howling a pig."

The CEO, who was stimulated by the divine comedy, was full of resentment and gritted his teeth: "And this song that combines agricultural heavy metal, country non-mainstream, and hard rock, what the hell is it? It's so vulgar."

Mu Baoer blinked her eyes, and pouted aggrievedly: "President, you are too much, if you don't like to listen to a song, it's fine, and you don't bring such ginseng tonic!"

Haha, the power of this Divine Comedy, which has swept the country and amazed thousands of viewers, is not for nothing. This beast can't bear it at last!

"Hmph. Work hard for me, and if you dare to sing again, your mouth will be sealed." Han Lie coldly dropped the newspaper and left.

Mu Baoer winked triumphantly, in a good mood.

What could be more fun than getting this bastard mad!

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It took the afternoon to move all those flowers out, my waist almost broke, and my whole body ached.

Alas, the sad thing is that the greenhouse has to be cleaned.Favorites and comments are indispensable, dear, which character do you like now?