Beloved of Bossy President

Until long Chuhan went upstairs, ling'er was relieved.

I was about to enter the bathroom with a mop, but the mobile phone on the tea table rang at this time.

"Minister Ling, what can I do for you so late?"

After today's event, ling'er sees Linghai's call, but she still has some complicated feelings in her heart.

"Are you free? There's something I want to discuss with you. "

Compared with ling'er's embarrassment, Linghai seems to be very generous, as if nothing happened.

"Now?" Ling'er subconsciously looks at the second floor, and her face shows her embarrassment unconsciously.

"Well, if it's not convenient for you, I'll pick you up."

"No, Minister Ling, just tell me the address and I'll go by myself." Afraid to die, Linghai will find here, linger immediately said.

"I'll send you the address later. Come by yourself and be careful."

"I see."

Hang up the phone. The biggest problem for ling'er is how to talk to the guy upstairs.

If he is cheated by someone else about himself, he will find out later, for fear that the misunderstanding will be deeper.

But if you tell him to see Linghai directly, what will he think of himself?

Ling'er bit his lip and put the mop away. Then he walked slowly to the stairs.

"Uncle Chu Han, I'm going out for a while. If you have anything, please call me."

Although long Chuhan is an adult, he can take care of himself.

But if you want to go out, you have to talk to him first.

Long Chuhan didn't respond, but ling'er knew he was in it.

So, after simply cleaning up, ling'er made a phone call and called a taxi to come here.

After she got into the taxi, she didn't forget to send a text message to long Chuhan.

What she doesn't know is that looking at her message, the color of long Chuhan's eyes is only deep.

That night, when ling'er returned to the villa again, it was already more than 12 o'clock.

Just on the second floor, ling'er is planning to go back to the room, but he doesn't want the door of long Chuhan not far away. At this time, it is slowly opened.

"Uncle Chu Han, why didn't you go to bed so late?" Seeing that long Chuhan changed his black robe, ling'er was stunned for a moment, and then he came back to ask.

The casual short hair is still dripping. It's obvious that this guy has just taken a bath.

Even in his nightgown, his solid and strong body can still be displayed.

"Come and wait after the shower." Long Chuhan didn't answer her, left this super overbearing words, ignored her, turned back to the room.

Ling'er just feels helpless. It's already more than 12 o'clock, and he's still waiting. Don't you know that people will be sleepy?

What's more, how does the word "serve" feel like an ancient king?

But what can she do? She's the boss. Just wait on her if you want.

Dragging a little tired body, casually washed, ling'er comes to the outside of long Chuhan's room and knocks on the door.

"Come in." Man's voice, as always low and magnetic.

Ling'er hesitated for a long time before pushing the door.

Just seeing the charming scenery in front of him, ling'er couldn't help losing his mind.

Long Chuhan was lying on the armchair in his nightgown, with his long thighs folded together and a smoky cigar in his right hand.

From the perspective of ling'er, at first glance, it seems that a God is sitting there quietly, and the smoke lingers around him, adding a mysterious color.