The Contracted Wife: Boss, No Binding Contract

Wu Haoran was a little confused, and asked stupidly, "Why? Don't you have to wait for senior brother?"

Ling Chuxia Quandang didn't hear her, carrying her skirt, and walking straight into the elevator. Ling Chuxia didn't speak. Although Wu Haoran was a little puzzled, she didn't ask any more, and followed into the elevator.

The elevator door closed and slowly rose.

Wu Haoran turned his face to look at Ling Chuxia, the excitement in his eyes faded, and nothing more was left with surprise, "Xia Xia, I really didn't expect that you are so beautiful now, you are no worse than your sister! "

Ling Chuxia thought for a while, since she had cut her long hair with a pair of scissors when she was in junior high school, she had short hair that was shoulder-to-shoulder, and her sister's long hair fluttered as always.

Her character has always been a bit straightforward, straightforward, and a bit more boyish, so she is naturally inferior to her sister. Even if the two people look the same, everyone automatically tends to Ling Yunshu, who is at the goddess level, and she is naturally ignored.

Although she also went to the class reunion three years ago, at that time, her long hair had just grown, and her personality had not changed much. It had not changed much from when she was in college, so she did not surprise her classmates. feel.

Wu Haoran seemed to be really shaken by the shock, and kept complimenting him, "Hey, we all really got the wrong eyes. At that time, everyone was staring at your sister, and I didn't expect to treat you like this. The white swan missed it. I knew that I would chase you at that time, maybe now you are my wife!"

Wu Haoran babbled, Ling Chuxia remained silent, only slightly raised his eyes and looked at the numbers on the elevator that kept jumping up.

After Wu Haoran spoke, he realized Ling Chuxia's quietness. He couldn't help but stopped, and looked at Ling Chuxia's beautiful face, and his voice was low and low, "Xia Xia, why are you so quiet now? It's not like you anymore. If you stand here without talking, you will really look exactly like your sister."

Wu Haoran's words slammed Ling Chuxia's heart.

Why has it become so quiet... not like you at all...

Ling Chuxia's hand holding the skirt unconsciously squeezed hard, her expression was a little dazed, but soon, she lowered her eyes again, curled her lips and smiled, her voice was calm and indifferent, "Really?"

Two days were simple, no surprises.

Wu Haoran seemed to be aware of Ling Chuxia's lack of enthusiasm, so he laughed dryly, shut his mouth and stopped talking. The two stood silently in the elevator, and the atmosphere gradually became a bit awkward.

Fortunately, the elevator quickly reached the floor of the VIP room. As soon as the elevator door opened, the two people walked out.