Mr. Jun, you are in love

Chapter 342 I'm Allergic To Perfume Thank You

Chapter 342 I'm Allergic To Perfume Thank You
Originally, Song Qingyou wanted to fall directly into Jun Yihan's arms, and then took the opportunity to reach out and hug him, and then...something happened.

However, her plan is too beautiful!
When she deliberately lost her balance and fell towards Jun Yihan, Jun Yihan didn't know how to do it, but in an instant, she easily opened the distance between them.

Originally, Song Qingyou had already planned everything, but she suddenly missed it.She lost her center of gravity, and as a result, she knelt down in front of Jun Yihan in embarrassment.

The skirt on her body is very sexy, and it is a close-fitting style, which perfectly shows the existence of her figure.But the moment she knelt down with such a drastic movement, there was a tear at the position of her buttocks, and a big hole was directly split.

That voice was so clear in this quiet hall.

The moment Song Qingyou knelt down on the ground, she was completely dumbfounded. She was so embarrassed. Originally, she wanted to make a good impression on Jun Yihan, but her current appearance made her lose face.

"Miss Song Qingyou, what are you doing?" Jun Yihan spoke at the right time with the expression he just saw.

Song Qingyou gritted her teeth and wanted to get up, but the moment she knelt down, her knee was broken, and what was even more frightening was that her skirt was torn.

Damn it!Why does this torn skirt have to be one size fits all, wouldn't it work if it was bigger!

Song Qingyou froze in place, in order to save her face, she raised her head, looked at Jun Yihan, and said pretending to be impatient: "Young Master Jun, the soles of his feet softened for some reason just now, and he didn't expect to fall down. "

As Song Qingyou said, she still didn't forget to snort coquettishly, that voice could be heard in her ears, as delicate as she wanted.However, all of this became noise to Jun Yihan.

"Miss Song Qingyou." Jun Yihan spoke at the right time, with a touch of indifference in his voice.

When Song Qingyou heard Jun Yihan call her name, she felt overjoyed in her heart. She looked at Jun Yihan, and was still thinking in her heart that Jun Yihan would care about her, or step forward to help her up.

In this way, she can... get closer to him.

Thinking of all this, Song Qingyou's smile was a little deeper than before.

However, what Jun Yihan said next made her heart completely chill.

"Miss Song Qingyou, can I trouble you to stay away from me?" Jun Yihan said coldly, without any emotion: "I'm allergic to perfume, thank you."

Song Qingyou: "..."

Such words, to Song Qingyou, are even more embarrassing than the opening of her skirt just now. She, Song Qingyou, was once one of the top ten famous ladies in Jincheng. How many men are waiting for her to take another look at anytime and anywhere, even just one look, Those men were also willing, but when it came to Jun Yihan, it was a different result.

God knows how much she paid for this bottle of perfume. In order to make him notice her, she sprayed it on specially, but this man uttered such incomprehensible flower rain.

damn...

What is she going to do to get this man?
Song Qingyou was very annoyed, but there was a voice from upstairs. Obviously, the people upstairs were about to come down. Realizing that they didn't have much time, Song Qingyou persisted and got up even though she was very embarrassed.

"Young Master Jun, I'm sorry to make you laugh." Song Qingyou tried hard to force a smile, then turned and left in embarrassment.

Song Qingyou's figure just left, upstairs, Song Shunian had already taken her things and went downstairs.

Song Guoqiang followed closely behind. When he walked to the corridor, he raised his eyes and glanced at the scene in the hall. Unfortunately, it was a pity that he couldn't see his precious daughter Song Qingyou.

(End of this chapter)

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