Chapter 691 (2/2)

Not for money, not for feelings, why?

In the next few days, Ang Lee didn't appear again, but Su Jin didn't dare to relax and asked the bodyguard to protect Tian Tian 24 hours.

A month passed in the blink of an eye. For more than half a month, Su brocade was bubbling at leisure every day. She had almost nothing to do except printing and sending documents.

She looked out with her cheeks in her hands. She felt that if she went on like this, she would be abandoned.

”Oh, Si Yu.” Su Jin slipped into Fu Siming's office and looked at him with black eyes, showing a compliment.

Fu Siming's back bristled with her eyes. He leaned back involuntarily and said, ”tell me something directly.”

It's scary to look like this.

Su Jin smiled and walked on the table with two fingers close to Fu Siming's hand, gently scratching his fingers.

”Can you transfer me to surgery? I'll rust if I stay like this. Now I can't remember what the scalpel looks like.”

The place gently touched by her fingers was like being scratched by a kitten's paw.

Fu Sihui stirred his throat and said, ”No.”

”Ah, why?” Su brocade suddenly blew up: ”you shut me in the office every day. I'm going to get moldy. I really miss the operating room. Let me go, okay?”

She grabbed Fu Siming's arm and shook it left and right. She wanted to shake his bones to pieces.

Fu Siming, however, was in the presence of an old God, holding her arm in his arms.

Suddenly, the smell of Cologne came into his nostrils, and Su Jin suddenly stopped.

In the office, she fell into his arms in such a warm / ambiguous posture, which felt a bit like a witch who brought disaster to the country and the people.

”What are you doing?” Su Jin blinked and asked in some confusion.

Obviously, she felt the man's breathing heavy.

Fu Sishui took a long breath, rubbed his big hand on her head, and said bitterly, ”I don't know when the blood clot in your little head will disperse. I asked an expert. Now you'd better rest, physical and mental work. You'd better not touch it.”

”What?” Su Jin's eyes widened in surprise: ”if I don't leave forever, don't I want to be a rice bug all my life?”

Fu Sihui's lips were hooked and his smile faded: ”it's not that I can't afford it.”

”Hum.” Su brocade pushed heavily and rose from his arms.

A puffy fart / share sat on the sofa, like a small animal with fried hair: ”I finally understand what makes me work here. You obviously want to look at me and don't let me run around.”

Fu Siming couldn't help his forehead. He thought you knew.

But his face showed disapproval: ”how could it be? Don't think so. Don't underestimate your assistant's work. It's the most test of patience. Since you came, I've arranged my work properly, which is many times better than the previous assistant.”

Su Jin suddenly came up to him and said seriously, ”husband, don't you have a red face when you lie solemnly?”

She stretched out two fingers and pinched Fu Siming's face. With a cute face, Fu Siming burst into laughter.

”I'm afraid of you. If you're bored, go downstairs for a walk, but you have to promise me to only help do some easy work. Don't even think about the operating room.”

Fu Siming loosened his mouth. Su brocade was overjoyed. He pointed at his forehead and said mischievously, ”yes.”