Meow is a cute wife, sweet

Chapter 119 Don't look at him, look at me!

Since Lu Chengkun left, Tong Qiaoqiao's bright eyes have been staring straight at You Tezhu's sleeve, as if she wanted to see through his sleeve.

Lu Zhiheng frowned, and gently snapped Xiao Guai's head back with his slender fingers, but in the next second, she looked over there unconsciously.

Lu Zhiheng pursed his lips, and said in a shallow tone, "Little boy, what are you doing looking at Assistant Youte?"

Assistant Ute, who was suddenly named, froze.

"Meow?"

Tong Qiaoqiao narrowed her eyes and turned her face to the side for a moment.

The round eyes reluctantly moved away from Assistant Youte, with an innocent and charming expression, raised his chin, looked at Lu Zhiheng aggrievedly, rubbed his small face into his arms with a wrinkled face, It seemed to appease him.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but press down slightly, Lu Zhiheng stroked her back obediently, and couldn't help softening his voice, "Don't look at him, look at me."

The clear and pleasant voice seemed to carry a hint of coquettishness.

Tong Qiaoqiao paused for a moment, and her heartbeat became chaotic again.

"Cough cough."

Assistant Ute unconsciously tensed his back, and squeezed the things in his hands tightly, for fear that the boss would tell him to get out in the next second.

After all, according to the boss's paranoid possessiveness towards Xiaoguai, it would be a crime to look at him more than once!
Lu Zhiheng frowned at Assistant Ute's slight reaction, glanced at it, and was about to speak when he heard Assistant Ute say, "Boss, I'll go back to the room first."

"and many more."

Lu Zhiheng suddenly made a sound, which frightened Assistant Youte, and he looked a little flustered, "Is there anything else the boss wants to order?"

Sensing the faint gaze from the opposite side falling on his hands, Assistant Ute quickly handed over the things in his hands, and carefully put them on the table.

The black body, even the screen is dark.

Tong Qiaoqiao glanced forward, it was HR.7 model mobile phone.

It looks familiar.

She tilted her head and thought about it carefully. Just looking at the appearance, it was almost exactly the same as the mobile phone that Lu Chengkun took away.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed, Tong Qiaoqiao's eyes lit up, full of excitement, quickly rushed to her throat, subconsciously looked up at Lu Zhiheng, eager to know if this was what she thought.

"Boss, I'm going back first."

Putting the phone away, Assistant Ute didn't dare to hesitate to stand back to his original position, for fear that he would face the black face of the boss in the next second.

Lu Zhiheng nodded, and raised his hand at him, indicating that he can go.

Ute turned around and left in a hurry.

Tong Qiaoqiao originally wanted to climb up on the table, but the little meaty claw just touched the edge of the table, and was forcibly held down by a certain owner and stuffed back into his arms.

"Meow~"

She stared innocently, not understanding why the owner Lu wanted to stop her.

"Little boy, don't move around, I'll show you."

Tapping her head with his slender fingers, Lu Zhiheng took the phone on the table, turned on the screen, and put it in front of Xiaoguai, "What do you want to see? Huh?"

As soon as the screen lights up, the wallpaper of the phone is Lu Chengkun's own photo, and it can be seen at a glance that this is his phone.

There are not many mobile application software, which looks very simple.

"Meow meow~"

The mobile phone is right in front of her eyes, but Tong Qiaoqiao is patiently excited, looking straight at Lu Zhiheng with curious eyes.

She didn't clarify many questions, and she felt itchy.

The feeling of scratching the heart and lungs is particularly uncomfortable.

When she was about to leave the house earlier, she heard that the owner Lu told Youte to go to the mobile phone repair shop to buy a black second-hand mobile phone of the HR.7 model, and specially packaged the mobile phone herself. I bought a new mobile phone, but bought a second-hand mobile phone. It turns out that...

　The little cutie who confesses to vote every day~
　　Are the seventeen little fairies starting school yet?
　　What about the refill~
　　Seventeen would like to say, please don’t rate four points for the little fairies~
　　Except for the five-point praise, everything else is considered a low score~
　　Seventeen rolls and acts cute and coquettish, begging for five-star praise from the little fairies, chirping~
　　
　
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