Paranoid cold master's treasure

Chapter 3
A faint smell of ambergris was mixed with the male hormones rushing towards her face, causing Ruan Shiyan's brain to suddenly go into a state of shutdown.

It was only at this moment that she had the opportunity to see the man's face up close.

This man's face is very handsome, with clear lines and delicate facial features that are almost perfect. There is a three-dimensional effect that Asians rarely have. It seems to be the most perfect sculpture created by a top art master in his life.

Handsome is handsome, but...his eyes are as cold as sculptures.

But... Has she seen this face before?

The sudden sense of familiarity awakened Ruan Shiyan's brain, she blinked, and blurted out the doubts in her heart.

"Boss, have we... met somewhere?"

A look of surprise flashed across Song Zehan's eyes, and he withdrew a little from the force he was pinching her chin.

Oh, remember?

That's right, his face is so easily forgotten.

But before Song Zehan could make the next step, he saw the little woman in front of him suddenly put on a look of grievance and begging for mercy, and blinked her clear and lively eyes a few times, and big tears came out of her eyes, running down her cheeks slide.

"Boss, although... Although I can't remember where I offended you before, but you have a lot of adults, can you stop worrying about a small character like me? In fact, I am really forced to do this job. .”

"Don't look at me so young, but I have an 80-year-old grandmother who is waiting for medical treatment, a younger brother who is less than five years old who is waiting for school to eat, and a rhubarb that has been with me for ten years. It's about to die...I really...have no choice! Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Looking at the clumsy acting in front of him, Song Zehan's temples hurt suddenly.

He sighed helplessly and let go of her jaw.

But before the door-dong's arm was withdrawn, Ruan Shiyan suddenly squatted down and hugged his thigh tightly.

"Boss, just let me go. If I can't go back, grandma, brother and rhubarb will not be taken care of, and something will happen. I beg you."

Of course, Ruan Shiyan knows that her story is lame, but according to her previous experience, most of these rich people don't like trouble. Seeing her crying like this, she will definitely find her noisy and drive her away as trouble. gone.

But right now, she was so hungry that she was crying, but the man who was hugged by her thigh was still motionless and didn't say a word.

"Boss, you should say something, woo woo woo..."

Ruan Shiyan raised her head slowly and looked at Song Zehan pitifully, but what was waiting for her was still that expressionless iceberg face.

Ruan Shiyan: "..." This man... Even if her story is not good, then she is crying very pitifully, so why don't you just turn a blind eye?

No, it seems that she has to find another way!
Ruan Shiyan rolled her eyes, her delicate eyebrows furrowed little by little immediately, obvious pain gradually appeared on her fair little face, the hands holding his thighs slowly opened, and turned to cover her stomach.

"Ouch... Oops, I can't do it... My stomach hurts... It hurts..."

Song Zehan cast a disgusted glance at Ruan Shiyan, who was a dramatist, rubbed his temple with one hand, turned around, and walked towards the bed.

Although Ruan Shiyan didn't know what he was going to do, at least she had a reaction, so she quickly stepped up her performance.

"Hiss...it hurts...boss, don't worry about me, I've got an old problem, just let me go...I have..." Medicine...

Before the last word "medicine" could be said, Song Zehan came back with a white medicine box, and put the medicine box in front of Ruan Shiyan.

Then he immediately squatted down, put his knuckle fingers on the switch, and with a "click", box after box of neatly arranged medicines appeared in front of Ruan Shiyan's eyes.

Ruan Shiyan was stunned, stretched out her hand out of nowhere, picked up one of the boxes, and looked down.

The medicine is imported, but there is a label written in Chinese on it - stomachache.

She put down the medicine in her hand, looked carefully at the medicine box, and found that almost every box of medicine in it had this kind of label on it: stomach pain, headache, menstrual pain, etc., everything that one expects to find.

This... what is this situation?
Why did she suddenly have the feeling that this man has already figured out her routines clearly?
(End of this chapter)