I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 292 Where is the shirt I gave you?
With slightly wet Teddy curly hair on her head, Chen Yu was top-heavy and walked forward in a daze.

Su Shao saw that Song Yan was in a bad mood, "Brother."

She called him in a low voice, with a little coquetry.

"Aren't you uncle?" Song Yan raised his eyebrows.

"No, no, it's brother." Su Shao finally understood what made Song Yan feel wrong.

"Like young ones?" He took a step forward.

Standing in front of Su Shao with a tall and straight body, the shadow just shrouded her.

Su Shao raised her head and stared at the man in front of her with her exquisite white chin, "I don't like the old ones, nor the young ones."

Her eyes are soft and charming, a little stalking, and a little seductive, "I only like the person in front of me, Song Yan."

Like Song Yan
This sentence is sweet and moving.

"Does your face hurt?" Song Yan turned his head, his eyes fell on Su Shao's face that Wang Yanmei slapped just now.

The little girl had delicate skin and tender flesh, and was slapped hard, redness and swelling were unavoidable.

"Follow me to the office." Song Yan strode forward.

He took two steps, then turned his head again, wanting to see if Su Shao behind him followed.

Su Shao followed him, but her steps were very slow, as if deliberately keeping a distance from him.

She was still afraid of being seen by his colleagues.

Song Yan glanced at it twice, but said nothing.

Turning his head around, he also walked very slowly.

Just as the office door was gently closed, Su Shao said abruptly, "Brother, can I take off my clothes?"

Song Yan who had just walked to the table froze, turned his head and stared at Su Shao with deep eyes.

The white ears were instantly stained with a layer of honey powder.

Su Shao saw that Song Yan didn't speak, so he continued on his own, "I was spilled coffee just now, and now I feel sticky and uncomfortable."

She pointed to the restroom beside her.

"Can't you take a bath there? So I want to take off my clothes." Su Shao's voice stopped abruptly, and she also realized that her words were a bit inappropriate.

Her cheeks were hot, and she explained in a hurried voice, "It's not 'take off' but 'change', I mean, can you take a shower and change another piece of clothing!"

Ahhhhh!

Finished!

She actually said that she wanted to take off her clothes in front of Song Yan just now, or did she say it in someone's office?
Song Yan, who was standing in front of the desk, couldn't help but raise his lips slightly as he watched the little girl by the door scratching her heart and liver.

"You are wearing a skirt today." Song Yan walked to the closet, opened the closet, and looked at the shirts or coats that were all black and white, "It seems that there is nothing suitable."

"Yes." Su Shao, who was standing behind Song Yan, snorted and pointed at a pure white dress in the closet with soft fingers, "This will do."

Song Yan glanced at the clothes she was pointing at, and pursed her thin lips slightly.

She pointed to a doctor's white coat.

The white dress was a bit long, even slightly longer than the black dress the little girl was wearing.

But the clothes are loose and loose, and if girls wear them, they may lose their clothes if they bend over a little.

He took a white shirt, and handed over the dress she pointed at just now, "Put the shirt inside."

Su Shao took it, said "Oh" slowly, and turned to go to the bathroom.

The sound of pattering water came faintly from the bathroom.

Song Yan was sitting on a chair, holding medical records in his hand, but he couldn't read any of them.

The sound of running water was right next to his ears, gently rubbing against his eardrums.

With a little charm and restlessness.

About 10 minutes later, the sound of water stopped.

Song Yan felt a little relieved, his tense body slowly relaxed, and he was able to devote his thoughts to the medical records.

"Kacha—" the bathroom door was locked.

A burst of hot air mixed with the soft and refreshing smell of bath liquid overflowed from the bathroom.

Song Yan subconsciously raised his head to look in the direction of the bathroom.

He took a look, and then sat stiffly on the chair, his eyes were deep, locked on the girl in the white coat who had just come out of the bathroom.

"Where's the shirt I gave you?"

(End of this chapter)