Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

  Chapter 68 You, is MO enough?

  In just a few seconds of this electric flint, Qiao Yi’s brain was running at high speed.

  The facts are already in front of you. Big Boss is uncomfortable. She is already uncomfortable. She sat on the ground without noticing it! !

  Imagine that picture, how uncomfortable a man with noble and arrogant clothes can be to sit on the floor regardless of his own image.

   But this scene was encountered by her.

The last time Big Boss was stripped by her with only a pair of underwear, this time...Although you can’t see it because of the black light, Big Boss doesn’t care if you can’t see it. Even if you’re blind, he’ll help you. arrive.

  Where is the face?

  Ah ah ah ah, Joe felt that what she had done was definitely enough to kill Boss, and it was enough to cover people's eyes.

  What to do, she still doesn't want to die, she still has a lot of things to do, she still has a mother and a younger brother, and she hasn't had a good life with them, because she has offended Big Boss and was forced to receive a box lunch.

  For the current plan, only...

  Qiao slowly squatted down, crawling in the direction of He Yunting, his voice was waxy, small,

   "President He, how are you? Why are you uncomfortable, do you want me to rub it for you?"

  ...

  He Yunting seemed to hear nothing and did not respond.

  Unfavorable, Qiao, who touched the nail, was not discouraged. He immediately changed his strategy and tentatively touched He Yunting.

  Heart disease? Coronary heart disease? Myocardial infarction? Or is it a cerebral hemorrhage? According to the symptoms of Big Boss falling to the ground without saying a word, Joe's mind slipped through the names of illnesses he heard from TV.

  In my heart, Big Boss looks quite young, how he looks like an old man. Last time in the clubhouse, he seemed to be lying still on the ground.

  "Mr He..."

  As soon as Joe touched her hands in the dark, her cold hands made her shiver.

  Why are his hands so cold?

   "Hey, how are you?"

   "Wake up, wake up!"

   Climbed to He Yunting's side two or three times, and found that he was covered in cold sweat, his chest fluctuated violently, as if he had difficulty breathing. Qiao Yi anxiously slapped He Yunting's cheek hard, showing no signs of lucidity.

  Big Boss seems to be in a coma, and things are more serious than she thought!

   Must be sent to the hospital as soon as possible.

   Joe stood up, touched the elevator door, and slapped, "Is there anyone, someone here is sick and needs first aid, is there anyone?"

   responded to her with boundless darkness, the elevator doors were tightly closed, and there was no light at all.

  This elevator is probably stuck in the middle of the upper and lower floors.

  She pressed the call for help again, and the bright red light lit up, "Is there anyone, your boss is trapped in the elevator and is dying, is there anyone?"

  On the other side of the monitoring room, only the rustle of electricity came out, not a single ghost.

   Joe bit his lip. What should I do? Big Boss will not die in the elevator car!

   Together with this thought, Joe's hair was blown up. She turned and went back to He Yunting. Her mobile phone was dead, but Boss should have a mobile phone.

  It was pitch black all around, Qiao Yi could only touch He Yunting's chest bit by bit with his touch.

  The thin shirt wrapped He Yunting's thin body, and Qiao Yi's warm palm covered his cold body, leaving a burning track.

  She touched the man's swollen chest muscles, and there was no piece of paper in her chest pocket.

  Her hands continued to slide towards him (down), she just slipped through the belt around her waist, caught off guard by a pair of big cold hands!

  He Yun Tingteng opened his eyes and gasped twice, squeezing a sentence from his teeth.

   "Have you touched enough?"

  Three shifts today, I will supply you tomorrow, mua~Ann

  (End of this chapter)