My Third Gentleman

Chapter 711 Crazy Miss Su (2)

In private, he has become one with the employees, and has no pretensions, but at work is such an almost acrid obsession.

Su Ran is such a contradiction.

Every time I see Junxiang, the employees of Su's family will light three candles for him in the bottom of my heart.

"Ran Ran, every time I walk in, I hear you cursing." Wushuang shook his head, looking at his friend somewhat helplessly.

Su Ran turned his head, closed the file in his hand, and quickly greeted him. His **** bright eyes looked at Wushuang with a full smile, and he teased, "Oh, what is the wind blowing today? Actually gave us Miss Jing Blow over?"

Seeing Wushuang's arrival, she suddenly thought of something. She caught Xiao Xixi who had just been kicked by her and asked, "Xiao Xixi, my girlfriend is pretty? Didn't you have one last time? Can you not find a suitable model for the vintage cheongsam design? What do you think of her?"

Lucy helped Fu Fu with his black-rimmed glasses that were much bigger than his face, and she looked at him with unparalleled views.

Because Xia Jinrong is still in the mourning period and should not be fancy, Wushuang just wore a white tight-fitting dress today, 168 cm, the most standard height for a Jiangnan woman, with a slender skeleton, skinny and non-exposed, and the muscles are like fat. With the gentle and graceful amorous feelings, as well as the small face that is suitable for the past and the present, Lucy really couldn't find a problem, and finally nodded heavily, and left eight words, "tailor-made," Impeccable!"

"I know, all right, let the studio be ready at any time, as we go and come."

He couldn't help but said that he took Wushuang's hand and walked towards his office.

Wushuang was dissatisfied, "Ranran, you won't be right, you take me as a coolie when I come? I'm looking for you to have a business."

Su Ran waved her small hand, "It won't take a few minutes."

As he said, he held her small chin again and looked at it, "You don't need makeup on this little face. You don't know how picky the target shooting ghost in Road West is. The public relations department found him more than a dozen. A model gave it to him, but he rejected it all, and someone sued me. Isn’t it impossible for me? Who makes my family look so watery? If I have your temperament, I will be on my own. How dare Excuse me, my eldest lady, but just take a few publicity photos and delay for a while. You wouldn't refuse me like this, would you? We use the same sanitary napkin to make love."

Wushuang was speechless, she had already said it for this purpose, what else could she say?

Use the same piece of sanitary napkin to make love...

Wushuang's lips couldn't help but twitched, "Would you like to be so disgusting, as for?"

In order for her to take a hard photo, she didn't have any morals.

Miss Su nodded vigorously, "Very good!"

At the door of the president's office, she told the secretary again, "Bring in two cups of the top blue mountain."

Wushuang still couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eyes following Su Ran's entrance. No matter how many times he was there, Wushuang still felt a little maladaptive every time he saw this very personal style office.

The two walls are covered with Van Gogh-style oil paintings with maddeningly bold colors. The last time it seemed to be a graffiti, this time it was an oil painting similar to "Sunflowers" and "Crows Flying in a Wheat Field".

(End of this chapter)