Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

  Chapter 70 That's...My Leg

  Qiao wanted to say that she was delivering food, but first, she didn't have Meituan clothes, and second, she didn't have a takeaway box in her hand, and the phone was out of power. This lie might be revealed and will be exposed immediately.

  Can't afford to lose that person.

  Thinking of Boss's glance at her when she entered the elevator just now, there was still a work card hanging around her neck, he should have seen it.

   had no choice but to say, "Uh, nobody, not enough."

  He Yunting was silent for a moment: "...I'm afraid I will tell your supervisor, are you lazy during working hours?"

  Qiao Yi: "..."

  Stealing your sister’s laziness, Big Boss is really very people. You can think of being lazy in an elevator, and silently light candles for He's employees.

  "Have I met you before?" Seeing that she didn't speak, I thought I was scared of her, so He Yunting changed a lighter topic.

  Relax your sister, this question is a proposition, okay? Lao Tzu is not easy at all.

  If I say, I have seen it before, in the clubhouse, I took your pants off, in your current physical state, would you jump up and kill me?

   "I seem to have heard your voice." He Yunting said immediately.

  Qiao Yi: "!!!"

  Fuck me! This can also be found, are you so downwind?

   "President He, I...I am a new employee from the Artist Department. You should have never met me."

   "Yeah." He Yunting snorted softly, his nasal trembling slightly, which sounded great.

"what's your name?"

  I call Dad!

   Joe is going crazy.

  Why did He Yunting talk so much after she was sober? Why did she worry that Big Boss would die in the elevator just now, this kind of problem for herself?

  It’s no good if you don’t answer. Qiao Yiqiang endured the urge to knock the big boss out with a knife in one hand, and replied bitterly.

  "...My name is Wenjia."

Wenjia, who was basking in the street garden downstairs, sneezed fiercely against the scorching sun. She rubbed her nose and muttered, "What's the matter, you can sneeze in the sun, this palace is sick." ?"

  Qiao lied, folded his hands and bowed in one direction.

   Wenjia, I am sorry for you.

  "What are you doing?" Although he couldn't see anything, He Yunting could feel the changes in his surroundings, as if...more intense.

  Qiao stopped in a panic: "No, I didn't do anything."

  There was a sound of Xisuosuo immediately around, and Joe asked for a moment, "He, need, do you need help?"

"come over."

   Qiao Yi: "???"

  Where have you been, and why have you come here?

  What the **** does this mean, is she found out, are you going to beat her?

  Qiao Yi's heart jumped wildly.

  In the darkness, He Yunting’s gasping sound calmed down a lot, and Qiao Yi could feel him staring at him, not daring to move, nor daring not to move, “He, I, I’m sitting here, it’s fine.”

  The voice fell to the ground, and the surroundings suddenly fell into a dead silence.

  ...It's over, she said something wrong.

  He Yunting was silent for a while, and uttered four words in a low voice:

   "I am a little cold."

   Qiao Yi: "?????!"

  Damn, you said it earlier, you scared the baby to death.

   "Oh oh oh." As soon as Qiao knelt on the ground and rubbed forward, she put her hand on the ground and tried to move forward little by little to avoid touching something that shouldn't be touched because she couldn't see it.

  As a result, she swept the ground twice, and she felt a bit hard, a bit soft, not very thick, but it was definitely not thin, and the hand feeling and elasticity were good...

what is this? She also squeezed it twice.

   "...Don't touch it." He Yunting said dumbly. "That's... my leg."

  Thigh...

   Two more. Today, the votes are so pitiful, just vote for it, the baby is too south

  (End of this chapter)