Flash marriage president is too dominant

"Fool ~"

Touched her cheek, Feng Yiting turned sideways and returned to his seat. In an instant, Ji Qianyu's quiet eyes jumped up again, raised his hand, and just wanted to continue watering. In a flash, he found that the kettle was empty:

How is this possible?

She shook it hard again. After a turn, she found that her mouth was not adjusted well. She poured the flowers directly. The kettle was not big, and it was empty at this moment!

Seeing Feng Yiting turning over his mobile phone, he stretched his hand to one side of the document and blinked his eyes. Ji Qianyu ran back, ready to pour a pot and continue watering the flowers.

Hearing the rate of pedaling, Feng Yiting subconsciously raised his eyes and was deeply pleased by the figure of her trotting all the way.

Just after replying to a message, another faint voice came. Looking up, I saw someone coming back with a kettle: what's the matter with her today? Are you addicted to watering flowers?

"Haven't you just watered it?" Why are you watering?

"Huh? If it's not poured well, I'll spray some more! "

Seeing her reluctantly, Feng Yiting turned back and didn't say anything. This time, Ji Qianyu didn't forget to turn the direction, went to the inside and began to press it, but the whole mind and eyes were still focused on him.

The document had been taken in front of him, but Feng Yiting didn't open it. Returning the information from his mobile phone, he instinctively took a signing pen first.

Holding his breath, I saw his action on the mobile phone again. I don't know who I talked to:

[the terms of class a cannot be moved, he will compromise, wait ~]

[I'm a little busy recently. I can't spare time. I'll make it up another day!]

……

[OK, I understand. I'll care about the recipe!]

……

For a long time, I watched him typing and speaking. His hands shook him. Ji Qianyu's neck was sore. Someone's documents in front of him raised a corner, but they were closed again.

Unconsciously, she sighed: who is this? So no wink? It's lunch break. It's lunch break. Don't you stop?

I remember looking back and simultaneous interpreting the pen, and then I put the pen back. Then I heard the word "whiz" again. The modified attachment is the same as the original, don't forget ~]

As soon as Feng Yiting picked up the charging wire, the anxious expression of someone shaking the kettle and sighing up to the sky was reflected on the computer screen. Unconsciously, his action still paused:

How did she react?

Plug in the battery and charge the mobile phone. Feng Yiting turned around and looked at the beauty on his side.

The line of sight met and suddenly came back. Ji Qianyu shook his hand, and there was another empty drum voice: eh? Is there any water? She remembered to adjust the spout!

When her men moved, she found that she didn't know whether she forgot to tighten it or how to operate it. In short, a small pot of water was clean again.

Pouting, she just turned to one side and Feng Yiting said in a voice: "yu'er, are you going to flood all my flowers? Does this flower offend you? "

Is there something wrong with her?

Before his words were spoken, Ji Qianyu suddenly realized that he seemed to have watered the ground a little more, and then smiled awkwardly: "no, no! This spout is too advanced for me to use... I poured more water! When the water is finished, I'll fill it up and set it aside! "

The voice fell. Afraid of Feng Yiting's refusal, she turned around and bumped. She trotted all the way again.

I thought it was time to turn back and see a wonderful scene, didn't I?

Who thought that the kettle had been put down, but Feng Yiting went back to the e-mail. Looking at the documents on the table, Ji Qianyu was so anxious that his eyes were almost on fire:

Look! When the hell did he watch it?

I'm thinking of a foot on the door. I can't fall short at this time! After a turn, she scraped a small scissors from the shelf at the bottom and "clicked" the intact branches and leaves.

After receiving the e-mail, someone replied, Feng Yiting turned back, picked up the pen again, just about to turn over the document, suddenly remembered that there was less note in the e-mail, and turned around. He just wanted to check it. There was a rapid "click" sound behind him. Instinctively, he turned around and looked back first.

With a slight collision of sight, Ji Qianyu instinctively turned around quickly, and his men clicked twice. Feng Yiting watched his beautiful plants cut into uneven shapes by her. Unconsciously, his sight stopped on her:

What happened to her today?

Through the vegetation, Ji Qianyu secretly glanced at him again, then moved his eyes and pretended to be pruning flowers.

It's fair to say that she didn't pay attention at the beginning. At this moment, the good flowers and plants were not watered down by her, and they were cut into a pattern by her. Feng Yiting didn't notice her again. Feng Yiting felt that he couldn't justify it.

But she obviously avoided him and even hid behind the flowers. He looked afraid of being driven away by her. He didn't care about her for the time being and went to confirm the email first.

Then he turned back, fearing that she really had something to do, and then felt that he was in love with the potted flower, Feng Yiting pretended to pick up his pen casually, thinking of opening the file and chatting with her, just as gossip:

"Yuer -" do you have anything to say to me just now?

As soon as he opened his mouth, Feng Yiting was stunned by the painting style in front of him: what is this?

His mouth was almost stuffed with duck eggs. He was in a trance for two seconds: there were thick piles of blue documents at home. Obviously, in addition to the information at the bottom, there should be a backing plate, and what the hell is this at the top?

Photos of women in horizontal and vertical rows are not mentioned. The key is incomparably fragrant!

It doesn't matter to sweep his sight. Feng Yiting feels that the fire somewhere is really running up. Let him see this kind of thing in the daytime? To be fair, this photo is too provocative. The dark background takes advantage of the woman's white body, coupled with the woman's gorgeous, pure makeup, shy or provocative eyes, as well as the suggestive actions. This is a normal man. Who will not respond?

Who is this?

This daytime joke? Is that too much?

All over the body, a few kilograms and several Liang are really not hidden at all. Obviously, the photos in this row are carefully designed, such as those who shrink their bodies but blush, those who wear black silk stockings without covering up, those who twist their bodies and protrude the upper lines, and those who bow their bodies to show the scenery of their backs; As long as the sight fell, every point seemed to ignite on him. In an instant, Feng Yiting's mind was full of beautiful pictures and beautiful scenery, but the woman's face was naturally blurred to the extreme, replaced by another face he wanted.

The whole body was irritated. Feng Yiting was so angry that his face was a little green. He picked up the document with the row number pasted on one side, and his sight was smashed again: what is this pile of ghosts?

Small ticket?

Why is his name written and a picture painted behind it... What are these things?

What are they really? How did you get here?

He was clutching the blind in his head. Suddenly, a faint sound came. Looking back, a beautiful figure covering his mouth and laughing wildly entered the field of vision——