Quickly brewing love: boss, let go!

Chapter 350 Aloe Vera Wine, The President Wants to Hug 17
Probably because of the stomachache and the rain, he had a fever.

Mu Jiuyao sighed slightly, and stuffed the pillow at the side into the hands of the man who was starting to feel cold, and somehow wanted to pat him on the head to make him behave better.

But in the end, I still remembered who this is, endured the impulse, and watched him calm down slightly, "I'll go and make you something to eat, don't you run around here?"

Seeing Ji Qianyan who was sitting on the sofa hugging a pillow and nodding, Mu Jiuyao turned around and walked to the kitchen.

Mu Jiuyao's figure disappeared before his eyes, and Ji Qianyan glanced down at the pillow in his arms.

Sensing Mu Jiuyao's aura above, he glanced at his hand again, and a gleam of regret flashed across his eyes.

Although it is true that the mind is dizzy, it is definitely not in a trance state.

It seems that this little girl has grown up quite unexpectedly.

Slightly shaking his fingers to feel the strength of Mu Jiuyao just now, Ji Qianyan thought about it, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, tapped it a few times to send a message, and then slowly put the mobile phone back .

Feeling the fragrant breath, Ji Qianyan sighed slightly, and then closed his eyes following the sleepiness of his body.

At this moment, Cheng Fang's cell phone, who was working overtime in the company, suddenly lit up.

He raised his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyes, brought the phone over, and was startled when he saw clearly the signature on the message.

Immediately wake up.

He glanced at his watch with a hint of confusion, and then at his phone.

After making sure that he read the name correctly, Wei Wei opened his eyes wide and stretched out his hand to open it.

Could it be that I did something bad just now?Isn't the president interested in that editor?

'Good job trying to keep me in her house. '

Married: ...

Well, as he said, he thought about it thousands of times, but the only thing he didn't think of was how thick-skinned his own president was.

It's not that he said, you wanted to find a way to stay in the little girl's house the first time you met...

This is not very good...?How can he think of a way?
The work you left for him is about to be finished, so we must let him pick you up...

Biting the tip of his pen, Cheng Fang had a serious expression on his face.

……

When Mu Jiuyao cooked some brown sugar ginger soup, when it was brought out, he saw Ji Qianyan, a big man about 1.9 meters tall, curled up on the sofa and fell asleep in a dazed state.

Sighing slightly, he put the bowl in his hand aside.

Mu Jiuyao straightened up, looking at this peacefully sleeping person, she always had a premonition that she brought back a big trouble.

He raised his hand and patted his arm. Before he could speak, the man murmured, held Mu Jiuyao's hand, shrank his body to one side, and lay down on the sofa, almost turning the defenseless Mu Jiuyao staggered.

Withdrawing her hand, Mu Jiuyao slightly raised her eyebrows, looking at someone lying on her sofa, his eyes were closed, his brows were slightly frowned, and he had a kind of unisex beauty, but usually Inside, his aura is too strong, making people afraid to look at this face so directly.

At this moment, I don't know if it's because of discomfort, but at this moment the coldness on his body has completely faded, and he is nestled in her sofa, with a feeling of harmlessness to humans and animals.

He turned his head and glanced at the steaming brown sugar ginger tea on the table again.

　Three shifts

　　
　
(End of this chapter)