I am the daughter of the bosses

Chapter 87
Su Qiao soaked in the bathtub, feeling as bad as a typhoon day.

All kinds of discussions and insults against Mo Yanran and Mo Qiaoqiao on the Internet are like knives on her body.

Just like in the previous life, they saw her glamor and luxury, and her extravagance, but they couldn't see her helplessness in having to enter the entertainment industry to pay off her family's debts, and they couldn't see her being cornered by the minions of the rich and powerful and had to throw herself into the trap miserable.

Young Master Yu doesn't force people to submit, he just snaps his fingers to let the prey enter his lair willingly...

And Gong Yueming...

Gong Yueming is actually not much better!To seek benefits from him is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger!
In this war of interests and ambitions, her only trump card is - he doesn't know that she is not Mo Qiaoqiao at all!
"But one day... I will... will..."

Crying and crying, Su Qiao felt a little cold.

She turned to adjust the water temperature, but bumped into a human wall.

Raising his head, it was Gong Yueming's deep eyes.

He was looking at her, her in the bathtub.

Su Qiao panicked immediately.

"Chief, when did you come back? How can I..."

"It's been a while since I came back." The man squatted down and looked at Su Qiao in the foam. "I thought you were asleep, so I told them not to disturb you."

"As a result, I haven't slept yet."

"Not only did I not sleep, but I was crying like a little tabby cat."

The man reached out and touched her face.

The corners of the eyes are red, obviously just cried.

"Is it because of the offensive remarks on the Internet?"

Su Qiao shook her head: "There are a lot more ugly words in the entertainment industry than this. If I can't even handle this kind of attack, what kind of entertainment industry am I?"

"Then why are you crying?"

"because……"

Su Qiao didn't want to say it.

Gong Yueming didn't ask any more questions, just hugged her head, and his lips fell on her eyelids coldly.

"Don't cry, your eyes are swollen from crying, and you won't look good on camera."

Su Qiao was still touched at first, but after hearing his comforting words, her face became a little stiff: "...Master Chief, I want to ask you a question."

"what is the problem?"

"Haven't you ever comforted anyone since you were a child?" Su Qiao asked, "Why do I feel even more uncomfortable after hearing your words?!"

"You are right, I have never learned to comfort others," Gong Yueming said indifferently, "No one needed my comfort when I was young, and no one is qualified to be comforted by me when I grow up...Of course, you are an exception. "

An inadvertent addition made Su Qiao flattered.

She hastily concealed her surprise: "...Should I feel honored? To be listed as someone worthy of comfort by the chief?"

"You don't need to feel honored, you are my woman. It is my duty to comfort you."

Unable to hear the gentle words at all, but with a seductive taste that was not even sweet, Gong Yueming hugged Su Qiao's head again.

This time, lips fell on lips.

The tender touch warmed Su Qiao's heart, and the water from the shower was just the right temperature, sprinkled on them, as if the rain in March moistened things silently.

……

The next morning, Su Qiao felt dizzy as soon as she opened her eyes, her vision was blurry, and her forehead seemed to be on fire.

"... Am I sick... No matter how you look at it, everything is a double image..."

Hearing this, the man sat up.

The thin bed sheet fell, revealing a lean body gleaming in the morning light.

(End of this chapter)