President's Private Spoil Rule

In the dark night, the girl's beautiful body line was exposed to the cool air.

Green riding on the wall, staring at the long shadow on the ground, his eyes were astringent.

She can love someone like this and desperately want to share her worries and solve problems for that person, but she doesn't want him to see her embarrassed.

She hid all the injuries she had suffered for him and only let him see her smiling face.

Zuo Shaoqing hid in the dark from a distance and watched Fu Qingyu take off his blood clothes and put on clean clothes. He frowned slightly. Although Qing didn't turn his head from beginning to end, he saw that Fu Qingyu's shadow fell within Qing's sight.

"Qing, I'm ready. Come down. " Fu Qingyu changed her clothes and waved to the green on the wall.

She squatted down, found something in her bag and muttered, "Hey, didn't I let you buy flowers? Where are the flowers? "

Qing jumped down from the wall, took the bag in her hand, stretched out his hand and took out a long and narrow brocade box, "I'm afraid it's crushed. It's packed in a box."

Fu Qingyu opened it and revealed a beautiful rose inside.

"Why is there only one?" Fu Qingyu took out the rose and said very arrogantly, "it seems that I'm too poor."

Green speechless, "boss, this is already very good. You want roses at night. It's the only one in the store that looks fresh. Besides, men give women roses. You turn it around. Women give men roses. Which man likes roses. It's good to accept one from you. "

Fu Qingyu was humbly taught, "that's true." She touched her head. "In fact, I don't think Rose and Shaoqing are very suitable. It should be like a gentleman with blue hair and Lily to deserve his elegant appearance. But... "She accentuated," only roses represent love. You know what?! "

Qing silently took the brocade box in her hand and put it back in her bag. She seemed a little depressed. "Go back quickly. The flower will wither in a few minutes."

"OK." Fu Qingyu waved goodbye to Qing very readily, ran out of the alley and jumped into the car parked in the dark.

In the dark narrow street, only qingzai silently packed up the clothes Fu Qingyu changed.

Qinggang put his clothes into the bag, a dark shadow rushed across, grabbed the bag in his hand at a lightning speed, and fled the scene quickly.

Fu Qingyu looked up at Zuo Shaoqing's study as she continued her phone call. The light was still on. She was secretly happy. I didn't hear what Qing was saying.

"Boss, are you listening to me?!" For Fu Qingyu, Qing is helpless.

"Well, what did you say?" Fu Qingyu stood under the corner of Zuo Shaoqing's study and pulled her trouser legs to climb.

"I said your clothes were robbed." Qing said.

"Take it away. It didn't cost much anyway. "

Green eyebrows jump. Isn't it a matter of money? Forget it, it's still a matter of money. There's nothing else in the bag anyway.

"Well, Qing, you have a rest quickly. I'm going to rest, too. "

Fu Qingyu was about to hang up the phone when he heard Qing's question, "rest? Don't you send flowers to that one? "

As a rival in love, he really didn't want to call Zuo Shaoqing's name.

"Hey, hey!" When Fu Qingyu was guessed about the central thing, he didn't avoid it. He said directly, "I'm going."

Fu Qingyu, who hung up the phone, bit the rose in her mouth, used her hands and feet, and moved quickly to the window of Zuo Shaoqing's study.

The green on the other end of the phone lay heavily on the bed.

He looked at the ceiling quietly, covered his face with his big hand, and covered the sadness in his eyes.

The boss is the boss, the boss of a lifetime.

Fu Qingyu climbed out of the window and looked at Zuo Shaoqing's back blocked by the rotating chair. There was a red heart in his eyes. Her left Shaoqing is handsome, even if only half of the back of her head is so handsome.

But how do you get in? Forgot to take the electric drill.

Zuo Shaoqing's fingers pounded quickly on the keyboard. A small head drilling glass was reflected on the screen of random code. It was motionless and silly, as if it would fall down in the next second.

Zuo Shaoqing finally stood up, turned around and looked at the beautiful girl outside the window. Her light blue eyes bent a shallow arc, as if they were hiding the bay of stars, which warmed the people outside the window.

"Shaoqing, open the door and let me in." Fu Qingyu patted the window with her flower hand. She was afraid that the petals would fall off. She patted very gently.

The bulletproof glass was not knocked. Zuo Shaoqing had opened the window, flashed aside and watched her jump into the window flexibly. Her eyes swept over her injured left arm and covered by a long sleeved shirt.

"Why climb the window?" She clearly lives here and can enter by knocking at the door.

"Romantic." Fu Qingyu handed the flowers to him. "Oh, I'll send you flowers."

Zuo Shaoqing put her sleeves in her trouser pocket and looked at the flowers she handed to her eyes. Don't turn your head. There was a flush behind her ears. "Why do you send flowers in the middle of the night?"

"Because of romance." Seeing that he didn't answer, Fu Qingyu directly inserted the flowers in his ebony pen holder, "Oh, I'll send you flowers every day in the future." She blinked at him, "when I send enough 999, no, 1499, we'll get married. How about it?"

"Cough!" Zuo Shaoqing's throat was immediately stuck and coughed softly.

Fu Qingyu hurriedly said, "Nah, Nah, no, what about 19999, 2999? I will never take advantage of you. How about sending it all at once? "

Zuo Shaoqing relaxed, his eyes fell on her face, and his voice was still gentle. "Master Fu, do you return the same way or..." his eyes fell to the door, "go to the front door."

Fu Qingyu thought, "go to the front door."

When she went outside the door and left Shaoqing wanted to close the door, she realized that she had been taken away. He hurriedly pushed the door and looked at him. "Think about it. 2999 flowers. How about getting married after sending them? Ah ~ no, don't close the door. "

The sound outside the door gradually disappeared. Zuo Shaoqing looked at the swaying rose in the pen holder. Raise your lips and smile. I'm afraid the child doesn't know how many years it will take to send 2999 flowers.

At that time... Zuo Shaoqing turned around, looked at his shadow on the window and smiled. He was really old at that time.

Fu Qingyu, who had been fighting all night, lay in bed somewhat discouraged. She had decided to take her time and not force him to retreat from 99 to 2999~

Two thousand dollars back~

One a day, 2999

Ah?

Fu Qingyu, who was just sleepy on the cage, rubbed and jumped up.

Eight years? Eight years!?

How could it take eight years!?

So, this night, master Fu downloaded countless calculator apps from his mobile phone in an attempt to calculate a different answe