Mr.president, you are too gentle

Cheng shaozhao has always been used to playing a pig and eating a tiger. He won't start rashly until he is sure. Cheng shaozhao wants to start, but he must be quick, ruthless and accurate. Everything must be in his hands.

Cheng shaozhao's black belly is now not only reflected in his work. For love, there is no teacher. Poor Fu Xiaoxiao is already a little white rabbit, almost in Cheng shaozhao's net.

He raised his eyebrows lightly. Cheng shaozhao naturally handed the paper bag in his hand to Fu Xiaoxiao. "Buy more breakfast. Eat it whether you eat it or not. Otherwise, it's a waste to throw it away. Eat it well."

It was not the first day that Cheng shaozhao brought breakfast to himself. Although Fu Xiaoxiao occasionally feels a little strange, it is not unacceptable.

Hurriedly got up, took the paper bag with both hands, bent down and said seriously, "thank you, thank you, president."

With a slight nod, Cheng shaozhao pulls the empty hand and pulls his suit coat. The action is very beautiful. It is only the simplest action, but it is more and more noble and inviolable.

Fu Xiaoxiao's eyes fell on the slender hands when Cheng shaozhao handed them to him. They were as white as jade, slender and symmetrical, with distinct joints. This is a pair of very beautiful hands, but it is almost lost in the simple operation.

She thought of Cheng shaozhao, but she was in a trance. Once upon a time, they walked through many corners of Kyoto with their hands. They were childhood sweethearts.

It is in the best age that we become dependent on each other. At that time, he was her brother shaozhao and she was his little sister. They had no worries about food and clothing, and only wanted to play all day and all night.

Cheng shaozhao's temperament has been cold since childhood, but Fu Xiaoxiao can vaguely remember that Cheng shaozhao was extremely patient with himself.

Cheng shaozhao's mother once said that they might be natural enemies. Cheng shaozhao was very indifferent to others at a young age. He only loved Xiaoxiao. It seems that all his patience was spent on Fu Xiaoxiao.

The mothers of the two families even often joked. At that time, Fu Xiaoxiao didn't understand when he wanted to be an in laws. He just shook his pigtail behind his head and asked Cheng shaozhao what his in laws meant.

Little Cheng shaozhao is very precocious and knows more words than his peers of the same age. He just blushed slightly, shook his head and didn't explain to Fu Xiaoduo.

In retrospect, all these were the best years ever. Unconsciously, nearly twenty years have passed. Their lives have changed more or less, and he has become so radiant.

Fu Xiaoxiao has also changed from a woman to a woman. Now she is very beautiful.

It's just that he still treats himself like this. Does he understand anything? Fu Xiaoxiao couldn't help thinking in a trance that it was too tired to protect a secret by herself. Now she was a little selfish and wanted to tell everyone her ownership.

Although it was only her former ownership, she also wanted to say it out loud. Do Cheng shaozhao remember himself? After all, it's a thorn buried in Fu xiaocareful, a thorn that will break out one day.