Chapter 164 (2/2)

”General manager Ling's health is important, so I won't disturb you.” Zheng Xiuli knows to judge the situation, Jiao smiles, free and easy to leave.

There are two people left in the office. Ling shaotian sees an Xiaoqiao standing on one side with a low brow, turns around and walks to the rest room, and asks: ”is the car OK?”

”Well, it's OK.” An Xiaoqiao nodded and answered softly.

Seeing her calm face with a little loss, Ling shaotian turned to pull her into his arms: ”an Xiaoqiao, are you jealous?”

”I don't have it. In this world, except for men, you can't avoid it in your work. If everyone is jealous and can eat it, then!” Listen to her dissatisfaction with the vent of their small emotions, Ling shaotian suddenly feel married small day seems to be good.

Thinking, the corners of his mouth Rose: ”yes, I have the self-consciousness of Mrs. Ling's identity.”

Bright voice from her head, Ann Xiaoqiao unnaturally moved his mouth, but did not say anything, two people rarely in such a state of warmth, who are not willing to break the silence.

Until the afternoon, finally help him finish physical therapy, Ling shaotian get up to tidy up, an Xiaoqiao also wash hands from the bathroom.

Originally long hair shawl, because to help him do physical therapy, so the hair tied up, now finished, she pulled the beginning of the rope, with her hands a few hair, walked out of the lounge.

Seeing her hair, Ling shaotian's mind sank and waved: ”Xiao Qiao, come here.”

Xiao Qiao, he seldom calls himself like this. At first, an Xiao Qiao turns red. The voice is too bewitching, too magnetic, too hard to refuse.

He came up to him and whispered, ”what's the matter?”

Ling shaotian reached out and pulled her into his arms. An Xiaoqiao staggered on his leg: ”why, your leg, be careful.”

Want to get up, but was Ling shaotian pull, a serious face to help her play with the hair down: ”good chaos, I help you do it.”

Said, actually use the hand as a comb shuttle in her hair, her big, wavy hair up: ”headband.”

”Oh, it doesn't look good. Don't do it.” An Xiaoqiao resists, the head method that has already been meek is disturbed by him again.

The aesthetic standard is denied by an Xiaoqiao. Ling shaotian frowns: ”who says it's not good-looking to tie it up? Take the headrope and I'll tie it for you.”

Seeing that he was reluctant, an Xiaoqiao compromised and handed him the headrope in his hand: ”here you are.”

Ling shaotian took the black headband and helped her to tie her hair seriously, but the seemingly simple action was very difficult at the moment. He couldn't get around the headband, and he couldn't tie her hair. An Xiaoqiao was hurt: ”hiss, it hurts so much, you can't take it lightly.”

”Right away, just a moment.” Ling shaotian just wants to take her with her hair, but it becomes so complicated.

”Ling shaotian, I don't want it. Let go.” An Xiaoqiao is impatient. She wants to tie her hair or pull it out.

”Just don't move.” He would never allow himself to lose even a few hairs. He cried impatiently,

The Secretary standing outside heard the conversation between the two inside. Her hands were frozen and she didn't know whether to knock on the door. She was embarrassed. What did she hear.

Ou Moyang looks at the Secretary's stiff back and pushes the door open. An Xiaoqiao sits on Ling shaotian's thigh with a face of pain, while Ling shaotian sits on the office chair with a face of melancholy, pulling her hair and holding her head rope in the other hand.

So it's hair.