Beloved of Bossy President

Words just fall, where still can see the figure of long Chuhan.

Just in the blink of an eye, I didn't expect that he had already run out and disappeared in the night.

"Ling'er, did you live near Mr. Long's house? You are so happy. You envy us so much. "

From the direction of long Chuhan's disappearance, she takes her eyes back, and the envious eyes of the girls all cast to ling'er.

"No wonder I heard them say that you two often go to work together and get off work together, probably just on the way."

Ling'er grinned: "the working hours are the same. When you meet normal people, don't think about it."

"I understand, I understand."

Compared with the colleagues in the general manager's office, ling'er always thinks that the photography department is much more normal.

As long as she says no, they won't talk nonsense.

During the conversation, long Chuhan came to them in the black car.

Ling'er was about to get down, but he saw long Chuhan get out of the car, holding an umbrella, around the front of the car to get close to them.

"Wow! handsome! Mr. long is so cool

"Mr. long is very kind. He not only sends his men home, but also comes to pick up his men in the rain."

"Ling'er, you are so happy..."

Seeing long Chuhan's action, the girls standing there began to talk about it one after another.

Hearing what they said, ling'er didn't know how to respond. She just nodded with a smile and agreed with them.

"Let's go." Holding an umbrella, long Chuhan comes to ling'er and whispers.

Even if ling'er stands on it, he still looks up at him: "well."

Two figures, one high and one low, got on the bus again under the gaze of everyone.

Even, without stopping for half a moment, long Chuhan stepped on the accelerator and drove the car away quickly.

"Thank you." When the car enters the main road, ling'er looks at long Chuhan.

Don't see don't know, a look to find that his short hair has been wet a lot, bangs occasionally there are drops in dripping.

"Uncle Chu Han, don't move. Your hair is wet. I'll wipe it for you."

Don't give long Chuhan any chance to refuse, ling'er has taken out the small handkerchief that he carries with him and wiped it for him without blocking his sight.

"Don't worry. I just bought my little towel yesterday. It's clean."

Although, his brain melon operation has been done for several months, but these small details should be paid more attention to.

"Did I say that?" Long Chuhan stops at the red street lamp. He looks at ling'er who cleans his hair carefully. His eyes are deep.

Spirit son tiny Leng a moment, shake head: "have no."

Seeing him staring at himself all the time, ling'er lowered his head and said, "wipe it."

Long Chuhan didn't speak. When the red light turned into a street light, he stepped on the accelerator again and drove the car along the road.

"Why haven't you come back so late?" After a while, ling'er finally asked.

Originally, I knew that long Chuhan was going to work overtime, but ling'er already felt a little surprised.

Now he just came to the first floor after work, he actually appeared again.

Such a coincidence, seriously, she didn't believe it.

"Think I'll stay here on purpose and wait for you?" Long Chuhan hummed softly, with disdain in his smile.

"I, I don't mean that." Be asked so by him, work properly son two cheeks immediately float up two faint red.

How much does she think that she is really so important in long Chuhan's heart?