hello chief male god

Chapter 137 What's wrong with the feet

Fu Shaochen narrowed his eyes, he pushed open the car door and stood against the wind.

"No need, sell it."

"what?"

"I let you deal with it!"

The special assistant was a little baffled. Before, he worked so hard to help Ms. Li suppress the scandal, but now he kicked the acquired company like a football.

It's scary to make too much money!

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Jingxi Yayuan villa area.

Li Luowan took a taxi and arrived at the destination quickly. She looked at the amount on the stopwatch and almost vomited blood.

You can't make so much money after working so hard all day!

She gritted her teeth and took out her wallet, paid the payment and walked into the villa dejectedly.

It's rare that Boss Su came back earlier than her.

There are more than a dozen luxury cars parked in his garage, and even the bodyguards drive Mercedes-Benz BMWs. It's really annoying to compare people to others!

Walking into the living room, a certain man was sitting on the sofa, reading a magazine in his hand.

The cover reflects Qiao Anran's face, which is dazzlingly beautiful.

This magazine is called Men's Gang, and it is full of cool photo albums of well-known artists. It is extremely popular throughout Asia.

There are only a handful of domestic female artists on the cover of this magazine.

Su Ruihan looked at her standing at the porch, raised her eyes, and asked calmly, "You're back?"

"Ah."

Seeing that it was rare for him to be so aloof, Li Luowan asked about it with too much concern, and was immediately flattered.

She stood at the entrance dawdling for a while, took the slippers and put them on...

Su Ruihan followed the movement of her feet, fixed her eyes on her fair feet, which were red and swollen, and asked lightly, "What's wrong with your feet?"

"It's a sprain, it doesn't matter." Li Luowan said as he walked.

She limped into the bathroom, Su Ruihan threw away the magazine in her hand, her eyes widened.

Ten minutes later, Li Luowan came out, wrapped in a white bathrobe, with water dripping from her hair.

So impatient to wash himself clean, is he really using himself as a tool to warm the bed?

Su Ruihan was in a bad mood, picked up the remote control and kept changing the channel, his deep eyes suddenly turned and stayed on her body, to be precise, it stayed on the position of her chest.

His suppressed anger was disturbed by the water droplets on her hair, which flowed in along the ditch without leaving any trace.

He casually picked up the cup on the coffee table to drink water, and just after taking half a sip, the woman in a bathrobe suddenly stopped in front of him—

Su Ruihan raised her eyes to look at her, without saying a word, just stared at her so disinterestedly, frowning slightly.

Li Luowan was a little cautious, and after being stared at by him like this, he gradually became a little confused.

She raised her hand, gathered the skirt of her chest, and said falteringly: "The hair is not dry yet...is there a blower?"

Her question like this did not resolve the embarrassment at all, but was a bit suspicious of trying to cover up.

"It should be in the drawer below. Be careful, don't catch a cold." The man pointed to the cabinet under the TV with the remote control, and said lightly.

Li Luowan walked over and opened the drawer, and the hair dryer was indeed inside.

She lowered her head and returned to the bathroom to dry her hair.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, she looked up and looked in the mirror, a little surprised: "You...how did you come in?"

Su Ruihan twitched the corners of his mouth and said with a playful smile, "Go to the toilet!"

He took it for granted, and she saw that he seemed to be in a good mood today, so she turned off the hair dryer and prepared to go out to make room for him.

But the man behind him stood there all the time, looking at her with serious eyes.

(End of this chapter)