Hidden marriage sweet honey: president, super love

Jiang Chenyue moved her mouth to say something. She sighed again and went up.

Qin Falcon stares at her bleak back, eyes gradually deep.

He leaned back on the sofa, relaxed, with one arm resting on the sofa. His side face looked like a knife cut. He picked up the mobile phone he had just held in his hand and looked at the photos sent to him by American people again. The girl in the photo stood lazily and calmly in the sun, squinting her eyes. The simple wearing of T-shirt and jeans will not be out of fashion now, pretty

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His eyes seemed to be frozen, focused and unblinking.

"Qin Shao." The housekeeper didn't know where he came from. He gave him a cup of hot coffee and said in a soft voice, "I made you a cup of blue mountain you like."

"Put it there." He lazily raised his hand and lifted his eyelids, but he didn't look at the housekeeper. His eyes were still staring at the mobile phone.

There was a dark light floating at the bottom of his eyes, and his eyes didn't blink. The housekeeper quietly looked at his mobile phone screen while putting coffee for him. He didn't recognize his face. He just thought she was a very young and beautiful girl.

He just took a look and quickly took back his eyes. He silently guessed the identity of the girl on the mobile phone. The more he guessed, the more he felt like the girl Qin Falcon liked.

Looking at her age, that girl is 20 at most. How old is Qin Shao this year? It seems that she is nearly 29. The difference is 10 years. It doesn't seem that much difference.

Qin Falcon didn't know that he took his face as his girlfriend. After looking at it for a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, leaned back on the sofa and turned up the phone.

The housekeeper saw that he made a phone call quickly, and the other party answered the phone quickly.

He leaned back on the sofa in a leisurely way, with a drooping brow, and said in a very flat voice, "where is it?"

Qi Yue received a call from the devil, the first reaction was extremely defensive, just did not dare not answer his phone, heard him ask himself, forbearance and restraint of the answer, "Qin, I have a holiday today!"

Qin Falcon leaned on the sofa, thin lips slightly tilted, deliberately pretended not to understand, "Oh, so?"

Qiyue clenched her teeth, and then reluctantly reminded, "so today is not my working time, I don't need to report my personal itinerary to my boss!"

"Oh."

He seems to be very talkative. Good talk to Qiyue don't understand what he means, and hear him naturally to shameless words, "we are not just superior and subordinate relationship, baby."

His voice is soft and provocative, just like talking to people's ears, scratching his eardrum through his mobile phone, as deep as an electric shock.

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