The group pet daughter's vest can't be dropped

Chapter 8 Is she hinting at him?

"Oh, don't worry!" She said coquettishly, and gave Wang Ma a comforting and gentle smile, "I can cook."

For the one she loves, she is willing to wash her hands and make soup.

Seeing Sheng Jiaojiao's serious expression, Wang Ma had no choice but to let her go, "Then let me help you choose dishes!"

**
Si Chengyu was absent-minded all afternoon.

Given a little bit of hope, I am willing to believe in the flames, and fear is as short-lived as a flash in the pan.

Before five o'clock, he notified the company to get off work.

When Qiao Sheng, the special assistant to the president, posted the announcement in the WeChat group, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and a lively discussion began in the small group.

[The president is very wrong today, have you noticed it? 】

[Nonsense, what do you need to say? @,. ,]

[Why do you think this is?Is the president bewitched?Or was it taken away? 】

[I think there is a lady boss! 】

As soon as these words came out, the pot exploded immediately.

Next, all [Impossible! 】

As we all know, Si Chengyu is a golden bachelor in the imperial capital. At the age of 27, his mother was single. He kept a clean body and kept a distance of more than one meter from the opposite sex.

In short, it was concluded that it was impossible for him to have a woman.

**
Si Chengyu unconsciously quickened his pace, walking on slender legs, while the special assistant Qiao Sheng behind had to follow behind and quicken his pace.

He wiped the sweat off his brow, needless to say, that little ancestor must have messed something up.

**
Si Chengyu was full of thoughts on the road, and after returning home, Jiao'er became the same again, repelling him in every possible way, and loathing him extremely.

But the moment he pushed open the door, the tense nerves and frown gradually relaxed.

The little woman he was thinking of was wearing an apron and was busy between the dining table and the kitchen. She casually coiled her seaweed-like blue hair, and the hair on her forehead was fluffy, with a messy beauty.

In ancient times, a woman's hair was coiled, indicating that she was already a woman.

Could it be that she was implying something to him?

A ray of warm light from the setting sun sprinkled on her side face and shoulders, filled with brilliance.

Grabbing the slender waist, the taste of bone erosion from last night was still unfinished, he subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and his sexy Adam's apple rolled.

Sheng Jiaojiao narrowed her almond eyes and looked at the soup in the pot seriously, without noticing the existence of Si Chengyu at all.

She stretched out her slender hand and touched the lid of the pot.

"Ah!" With a scream, her index finger was burned, and she immediately retracted her hand and pinched her ears tightly.

Si Chengyu stepped forward, took her hand and held it in his palm.

Sheng Jiaojiao was surprised, he, when did he come back?Why doesn't she know?
Before she could open her mouth, she felt that the tip of her right finger was wrapped in a burst of moisture, soft and hot.

Si Chengyu measured that she was over 1.8 meters tall, and Sheng Jiaojiao looked very petite in front of him.

She raised her head and looked up at him, only to see that his thin lips were holding her fingers, his movements were gentle and gentle, as if he was treating a rare treasure.

In the past, she would have avoided him immediately, disregarding his self-esteem, and vented to him.

But now it seems that he, a 27-year-old man, will do all romantic things to her like a big boy who just fell in love.

for a long time.

"Miss Sheng, do you think these dishes should be enough?" Wang Ma walked into the kitchen without noticing the presence of another person.

(End of this chapter)