Broken Love: Satan,Leave Me Alone

It's very quiet in the office. I can smell the needle dropping.

"Is there anything else for president he? If it's OK, I'll go to work first. " The office is very spacious, can have He Hanchuan in, feel every inch of air seems to have been squeezed in the evening, there is little oxygen left.

He Hanchuan chuckled. His eyes were dark and unclear, and he was a bit sarcastic. "Should I increase my salary for such a good employee who loves his job so much?"

"General manager he is joking. This is my duty as an employee." At night, every cell in his body was tensed tightly, and he was dissatisfied with it.

Or, as long as she is late, what she does will arouse his dissatisfaction.

"It's your duty as an employee to leave your clothes at home on purpose?" He Hanchuan hissed, put down his tea cup, picked up a bag from his feet and threw it on the table.

When I saw the bag in the evening, I suddenly remembered that I forgot to take back my clothes yesterday.

"No more words? Well? " He Hanchuan stood up, went to her and looked down at her.

She bowed her head, just below his shoulder, and her servility made him feel uncomfortable.

But he didn't want to think about it, and he didn't want to think about it.

His height advantage was too compelling for the evening, and she held her breath and stepped back a few steps, explaining in a low voice, "it wasn't intentional."

She just wanted to go to the hospital and forgot about her clothes.

"That's a poor explanation." He Hanchuan raised her chin and forced her to look at him, "late at night, didn't I tell you before, do you have to find a good excuse before lying?"

"How can he be sure that it is a lie, not a fact? Just because you don't have a good impression of me, do I have a different idea for what I do? " The evening tightly clenched the corner of his clothes and regretted as soon as he finished.

Her attitude will only make he Hanchuan more dissatisfied with her.

He Hanchuan loosened her chin, caressed the scar on her forehead with his fingers, and his eyes became dark a little bit, "towards night..."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't talk to you like that." The place he touched seemed to be licked by a sharp blade, and a cold sweat appeared on his nose at night. "And the accident happened in the car yesterday. I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

He Hanchuan looked at her fear of trying to cover up, frowned a few invisible, and sat back on the chair, "tea is cool."

"Just a moment. I'll make it again." He burned hot water in the evening and made tea nervously. When he handed him tea, he accidentally scalded his hand, but he didn't dare to say anything.

He Hanchuan glanced at her red hand, and her eyes became dark. He picked up the tea cup, but he lost his appetite and put it down again.

"I have stomach trouble. I drank too much yesterday and my stomach hurt too much. I was in a hurry to go to the hospital and forgot to take my clothes." I don't know whether he will believe it or not, but he still explains.

The reason is simple. She can't bear his anger.

He Hanchuan, er, can not see the joy and anger. He leaned back in the chair, pinched his shoulders, and looked a little tired.

Seeing this, he was reluctant to speak at night, but thinking of what Zhou Miao said, he said cautiously: "I have learned some massage techniques, and I can press your shoulder."

He Hanchuan's legs are folded together, and his hand falls on his knee, looking at her faintly.

I couldn't see through his meaning in the evening. My lips wriggled a few times, but I didn't say anything at last.

"You learn a lot." He Hanchuan means to say a sentence, closed his eyes, "come here."

He answered in the evening, lowered his head and went to him. He took a deep breath. His hand fell on his shoulder, shaking uncontrollably. After a while, seeing his eyes closed and silent, her hands gradually stopped shaking and secretly looked at him.

Sunlight sprinkled on him through the window, softened his angular face, and did not look as imposing as usual.

Maybe the air conditioning in the office was too hot. He unbuttoned his two shirt buttons. The slightly open shirt wrapped in the puffy chest muscles, emitting a strong hormone smell.

All of a sudden, the pupil shrinks in the evening -

the position between his chest muscle and clavicle is an excellent jade pendant It's the one she gave to the supervisor before.

How could it be on him?

"Are you sure it's massage, not anger?" He Hanchuan opened his eyes and his eyes were quiet.

Later, he forced himself to move his eyes away from the jade pendant and lightened the strength of his hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't press it for a long time. I'm a bit rusty. I didn't control my strength well."

It is said that the director has left, and now she just wants to ask about jade pendant.

"Didn't you give people less press before?" He Hanchuan straightened up and rubbed his slightly swollen eyebrows. Last night, he went back to deal with the documents for several hours and did not sleep well.

Later, he was stiff for a while. After a long time, he said.

Dad always has shoulder pain when dealing with documents all day long. She learned a little massage when she was free, and gave him a press when she thought of it.

Listen to this, he Hanchuan eyes flash a touch of dark awn, patted open her hand, "do not press."

"Did it hurt you just now?" Seeing that he looked a little unhappy, he asked carefully in the evening.PATA.

Then the door opened.

Jiang qingran pushed the wheelchair and walked in. Seeing that the evening was here, he was surprised and then said with a smile: "I thought only brother Hanchuan was here, so I came in without knocking. Don't mind."

"She doesn't mind if it's too late." He Hanchuan poured out the cold tea, poured a cup again, looked up at Jiang qingran, "how do you know to come here to look for me?"

Jiang qingran glanced at the bag on the table and said in a soft voice: "I heard that my aunt asked you to send clothes to the evening, so I came here."

She turned to the evening with a standard polite smile on her face. "Please pour me a cup of tea. I'm a little thirsty."

"OK." In the evening, he pressed down the feeling of bending in his heart and went to the table to pour tea to Jiang qingran.

"You are a dream club employee, not a servant. You don't have to do this."

He Hanchuan took the tea that was handed over to the evening, shallowly hooked the corner of his mouth, squinted at Jiang qingran and said: "you can receive news everywhere I go. I don't know, I thought you installed a tracker on me."

Both said it was light, but the office was full of wind and clouds.

"Brother Hanchuan is really funny. How dare I install a tracker on you? I know where you are. It's probably what the ancients said, "mind is connected." Jiang qingran chuckled, and her pretty facial features became more vivid because of this smile.

He Hanchuan sneered and took a sip of his tea cup.

"I'm not very well. Can I have a cup of tea?" Jiang qingran looked at the evening and said gently, "let's be clear first. I didn't treat you as a servant."

Xiangwan frowned and went to get the teapot again, but he Hanchuan reached out first and took the teapot.

He squinted at Jiang qingran, "I'll say it again if I don't hear you clearly. My employees are not responsible for serving tea and pouring water. If you want to drink, you can pour it yourself."

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