CEO's 100 Days after Wedding

The atmosphere became ambiguous in an instant, and the surrounding air seemed to be sweet.

The lighting is right, the posture is right, the atmosphere is right.

Leng Shaoheng looks at Shen Qingqing. His eyes are a little gray, and there is something in them.

Shen Qingqing had just finished taking a bath. She was fragrant, her skin was smooth, and her face was red.

How to look, how delicious, how attractive.

Leng Shaoheng's deep eyes fell on Shen Qingqing's cherry mouth. Although nothing was smeared, it exuded an attractive luster, which made him want to kiss Fangze.

And he did.

But when he is about to kiss Shen Qingqing, Qiqi takes the pillow and smashes it on Leng Shaoheng's head.

This sharp button directly caused Leng Shaoheng's lips to fall on Shen Qingqing's soft lips.

Familiar with the touch, let him miss incomparably.

"Dad, bad guy! Let go of mom

Qi Qi holds the pillow in his hand and smashes it mercilessly at Leng Shaoheng.

When Mo saw this, he hurried to pull Qiqi.

Shen Qingqing was confused by the unexpected kiss just now, and then she reacted. She immediately pushed Leng Shaoheng away and got up from the sofa.

Just at this time, the mobile phone rings in the ward, breaking the embarrassment and ambiguity.

Shen Qingqing quickly walked over and saw that it was Jiang Fengming. He looked at Leng Shaoheng and picked it up.

"President Jiang."

The voice has returned to indifference and alienation, but the face is still full of shy blush.

Hearing Shen Qingqing calling President Jiang, Leng Shaoheng naturally knows that Jiang Fengming is calling, so he gets up and walks quickly to Shen Qingqing.

With an extension of his arm, he snatched the mobile phone from Shen Qingqing's hand.

Shen Qingqing rushed to grab it, thinking that he was going to hang up the phone. Unexpectedly, Leng Shaoheng pressed hands-free.

"Qing Qing, are you in the hospital?"

Jiang Fengming's cold voice came out of the mobile phone with some concern.

"Here we are." Shen Qingqing returned.

"That's good. What did Shaoheng do to you?" Jiang Fengming gently shakes the goblet in his hand.

The wine spins gracefully in the glass.

"No, thank you for your concern." Shen Qingqing seems to remember something, "are those fragments OK? Is it even more broken after such a toss? "

Mentioning this matter, Shen Qingqing immediately got angry and raised her head to stare at the culprit standing on one side.

"Fortunately, there's no big problem. I'm afraid of the bumpy road, so I put it back in my office. If you want to take it home, you can pick it up at my office at any time."

The sound of jiangfengming has returned to its former indifference without any emotion.

"I won't take it home. I'll put it in your office for the time being. When Mr. Hong returns home, I'll send it to him for repair." Shen Qingqing thought about the bumpy road and decided not to take it home for the time being. When it's repaired, it's not too late to bring it back.

"Well, rest early. Good night." Jiang Fengming said faintly.

"Well, Mr. Jiang will have an early rest. Goodbye." Shen Qingqing just finished, Leng Shaoheng hang up the phone without hesitation.

Listening to the busy call from the handset, Jiang Fengming's mouth stirred up a smile of self mockery, and his eyes seemed to be a bit lost.

Throw the mobile phone on the bed at will, raise the glass and drink it in one gulp.

"Don't answer his phone after work." Leng Shaoheng added a hegemonic treaty, his face was naturally unhappy, and his tone was cold.

Shen Qingqing looked at him speechless, and didn't bother to argue with him any more.