Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

"I know." The man wrapped his arms around her contentedly, playing with her long hair that was spread on her back like black satin, and replied nonchalantly.

it is as expected!

The guess was confirmed, Su Qiao frowned slightly: "Then does he also know me..."

Zhang Jingchen was impatient that she kept mentioning other men, pinched her chin, and turned her face to himself: "Now you should be thinking about me."

"..." You started to get jealous before you even wrote the eight characters?

And still eat your own vinegar?

It feels weird.

"You have to remember, you are mine, not his." The man's expression was more serious than before, and there was a hint of blood in his eyebrows.

"..." Su Qiao's mouth twitched.

You are not him, is he not you?

Can you tell so clearly?

However, she also knew that this man was very domineering and stubborn, and nodded perfunctorily.

Simply continue the previous topic: "Then will he also know about your visit to me tonight?"

In this situation, it is better not to let the personality of the daytime know about it.

That personality, at first glance, knows that his thinking is more conservative, and he likes to behave in a normal way.

"You don't want him to know?"

Zhang Jingchen looked down at Su Qiao and smiled badly: "Please, please, I won't let him know."

In fact, he didn't intend to let the idiot know at all.

But...will he tell her?

Su Qiao gritted her teeth for the Nth time.

I really want to bite a dead man to death, what should I do?

"Please, okay?"

Zhang Jingchen was dissatisfied with her perfunctory attitude: "Hmph, are you asking for help? There is no sincerity at all."

Su Qiao: "..."

Dead man, you wait for the old lady, and you will feel better in the future.

Taking a deep breath, he supported his shoulders, stepped forward with a 'bang', and kissed him on the cheek.

Unwilling to say fiercely: "Is this called sincerity?"

If he dares to go further, she will make him look good.

Zhang Jingchen's dark eyes were deep, he stared at her for a while, his reaction was slow, and he reached out and touched the face that was just kissed.

The place that was touched by the soft things just now seemed to be scorched by fire, and it was hot and hot.

Seeing that he didn't have a single fart, Su Qiao began to loosen the joints of his fingers, with a pair of phoenix eyes mixed with threats: "You dare to say that you are not satisfied and try?"

The man finally came to his senses, his ears blushed, and he coughed a little uncomfortably: "Cough, this young master is just... I just want you to say a few more good things."

Who knew she would suddenly come over and kiss?

so active.

Cough, don't you like him?

The more Zhang Jingchen thought about it, the more he felt that this was the truth. He barely suppressed the corner of his raised mouth, and said with a charitable expression: "However, since you like this young master so much, this young master reluctantly accepts it."

Su Qiao: "..." If you get a cheap but good guy, you should really spank.

Perhaps it was because he was uncomfortable being stared at by Su Qiao, Zhang Jingchen's face became more and more red.

The eyes that were aggressive before, suddenly did not dare to look at her.

He picked up the envelope on the table.

Su Qiao got up in a hurry and grabbed it: "Don't look."

The man picked up another one and looked at it carefully: "Do you want to contribute?"

"There's a mailbox in the house, so I'll just drop it for you by the way."

"No, I myself..."

Su Qiao didn't want to send it out through the mailbox in the house, wouldn't that reveal his identity?

Zhang Jingchen grabbed the envelope in her hand, added the one on the table, and stuffed it into his arms.

Very capricious: "Even you belong to this young master. Of course, these are also from this young master. You can see what you want, and you can vote how you want."

"I have a chance to see you again."