Uncle Sheng Chong: The sweet wife is very sweet and not cute

Chapter 127 Changed Her Favorite Chair
Yun Qingrang walked out of the elevator with Xiao Ai's lithe body on his back, a muffled laugh in his chest, the awkward Xiao Ai was much more obedient than the usual Xiao Ai, she would do whatever she was asked to do.

When you go to Yunqingrang's office, you will pass the secretary desk. Xiao Ai just glanced at it casually, and found that it has been replaced by a male secretary with a small black frame at some point. In anger, he pursed his lips again and did not speak.

Yun Qingrang put Xiao Ai on the sofa and sat down: "What would Xiao Ai want to drink?"

Xiao Ai raised her head, looked at Yun Qingrang's handsome face and remembered her quarrel, and said coldly: "I don't want anything."

"When Xiao Ai is not making trouble..."

"I want cappuccino and macarons." Xiao Ai interrupted Yun Qingrang directly.

Yun Qing asked Xiao Xiao to ask the secretary to bring over what Xiao Ai wanted, and he sat back on the president's seat to review the confidential documents, while Xiao Ai wrote homework on the sofa.

When she was not busy, Yun Qing would always take Xiao Ai home directly. Xiao Ai felt that homework was particularly boring, so she would go to get a notebook or watch TV in the living room in a muffled voice, but today, Yun Qing asked the office to do nothing. No.

It made Xiaoxiu want to raise her head several times, and she couldn't go to various places in the company to play. Yun Qingrang would definitely stick to him, so she didn't want to forgive him so quickly, it seemed that she was too talkative.

Yun Qingrang was originally reviewing the documents with his head down, but Xiao Ai's eyes that raised his head from time to time were so intense that Yun Qingrang couldn't help but wonder.

After criticizing too much, she was naturally tired, Yun Qingrang pinched the center of her eyebrows, yawned, and gradually fell asleep on the table.

Although Xiao Ai has been sitting in the same place, she always moves her feet, plays with the pen, and scratches her head. Half an hour has passed, and she hasn't written much homework, but Xiao Ai feels that sitting in the same place is very uncomfortable.

Looking up again, Xiao Ai saw Yun Qingrang lying on the table and falling asleep at some point.

"Yun Qingrang, Yun Qingrang." Xiao Ai approached and called him softly.

Yun Qing let him sleep lightly, and he would wake up easily after some disturbances. This time, he seemed to be really tired. No matter how softly Xiao Ai yelled, he still lay on the table and fell asleep peacefully.

The impeccable handsome face lay sideways on his muscular arms, the eyelashes drooped like butterfly wings, and there was a shadow in the corner of his eyes. He was breathing steadily, and the pen in his hand fell due to his tired and slack hand. On the table, there was a "bang" sound.

Xiao Ai was so frightened that she withdrew her outstretched hand, put it on the handle of Yun Qingrang's chair, and squatted down unconsciously. Fortunately, it was only a false alarm, and Yun Qingrang was not awakened.

Xiao Ai supported Yun Qing to make the chair handle stand up, only to slowly realize that Yun Qingrang had changed the president's chair at some point. Every time Xiao Ai got angry with Yun Qing, a "" was engraved on the handle of the previous president chair. "Qi", the handle of the current chair is smooth and shiny, without a trace.

Hmph, didn't she just change her favorite chair after being cold and hard to him for a month?

What Xiao Ai doesn't know is that Yun Qingrang doesn't like chairs that others have sat on. The last time Ji Xiaoyun sat on the president's chair, Yun Qingrang changed the chair a long time ago.

Yun Qingrang's hair was thin and soft, Xiao Ai rubbed the top of his head randomly, telling him to rub the top of her head every time, just like a child, don't think she doesn't know that he is trying to mess with her s hair.

Yun Qingrang slept soundly, Ren Xiaoai didn't respond at all to pinching his face flat and round, this time is probably the longest time Xiaoai looked at Yun Qingrang's head.

(End of this chapter)