Having Triplets With Potent CEO

Men should like women who are gentle and small like Tang Mengqian!

"No."

"Hey?"

Bo Qichen half closed her eyes, but she felt nothing. Even if she installed a small white lotus or green tea in front of him, as long as he was willing to pet it, no matter what she did.

"Don't think about it."

Tang Qingge didn't blame himself, but when he was said so, he began to blame himself.

The boss is so kind to her, she is really not a thing!

She despised herself, hurriedly and politely came over and looked up with a smiling face, "boss, you've looked around. Have you decided what gift you want?"

The man's eyes swept the nearby tie shop and pursed his lips, "I need a tie clip."

Tie clip, that's quite cheap.

Tang Qingge scratched the back of his head. "What style do you want? I haven't bought a tie clip yet. I don't have this experience."

"But I've bought a tie before..."

When talking about buying a tie clip, Tang Qingge suddenly remembered that he had bought a tie for Qiao Nancheng before, and his face darkened a lot.

In the past, when she fell in love with Qiao Nancheng, she was still in college. At that time, she had a lot of homework and didn't have much money to buy gifts for Qiao Nancheng. Tang Chengguo didn't give her pocket money. She had to work by herself and save money to buy gifts.

Later, she bought a tie for Qiao Nancheng. Qiao Nancheng wore it once. Tang Mengqian once said that his tie looked cheap in front of them. Qiao Nancheng's face was ugly, and Tang Qingge's face was very white.

Then she never saw Jonan again.

Thinking of Qiao Nancheng, Tang Qingge was still a little uncomfortable at the bottom of his heart.

It's well said in the online paragraph that slag man is like junk food. Although it doesn't have nutrition, it's delicious. If you have nothing to aftertaste, the taste is still very sour.

Bo Qichen saw that she looked a little gloomy. It can be imagined who she was thinking about.

His face sank slightly. He patted her on the head with great strength, as if he wanted to take someone out of her head.

"Old, boss?"

Tang Qingge covered his head and was stunned.

Bo Qichen's eyes were dark and cold. "I haven't even known what style I like for so long."

"I..."

"It's easy to pick for others."

Wait, who did she pick for?

Why does the tone of the big boss look like Lin Daiyu of Jia Baoyu, the vinegar and slag man in the paragraph?

When he found that the little woman was still running in front of him, Bo Qichen's eyes were cold.

"What are you doing?"

His momentum cooled a few more degrees.

Tang Qingge was confused.

"I'm going to pick out gifts."

Tang Qing song helped his head and suppressed the impulse to vomit. He did not dare to make complaints about this menopausal king. He bent his head into the cheapest tie shop.

Why is he?

Take gun medicine?

As an employee, there is no one like her.

Tang Qingge, who spent a lot of time and worked hard to pick tie clips for Bo Qichen, was dazzled. Finally, he selected three tie clips that look most in line with the identity and temperament of the big boss, one black with patterns, one pure black and one red.

After she chose it, she planned to let him try. When she came out, the big boss was on the phone again. It seemed that he was just a foreign partner. He spilled fluent English between his lips, inserted his pocket in one hand, and stood tall and straight like an aristocrat.