How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

When Chu Zhi flipped out her phone from her jacket pocket, it was an hour later, she took a bath, and the clothes were scattered from the outside to the ground. She picked up one by one, picked up the underwear, her ears were red Dripping blood.

Take out the mobile phone from the jacket, a dozen missed calls and a bunch of text messages WeChat above, a few are Xue Niannan, the rest are all the father.

Chuichi: "..."

Chuichi stood at the door of the bedroom with a lace-edged underwear in her hand, and her flushed face was inch by inch for the last second, and all her blood color faded.

Chuchi small face was white, squatting by the bed with trembling fingers, completely panicked.

I forgot to say hello to my first father.

Do not return home at night.

At the first wailing, Lu Jiaheng took a glass of milk and walked in, looking down at her, "What's wrong?"

Chu Garden looked up and looked like he was crying: "Lu Jiaheng, I'm going to be killed by my dad."

Lu Jiaheng had a meal.

Chuichi continued: "He called me three thousand times. I didn't go home last night and forgot to tell him."

Lu Jiaheng pursed her lips and handed her the milk in her hand: "Hold."

Chuichi obediently took it over and watched him lift her arm and pull her cell phone, sitting by the bed.

Chuchi thought he planned to show off with his dad, swallowed nervously, swallowed up with a milk glass, sat down next to him, watched him flip to Xue Niannan's phone number, and called.

Lu Jiaheng was calm and calm: "The family of Chuchi called on the phone."

"okay."

"sorry to bother you."

After a pause, he turned his head and glanced at her: "It's okay, she woke up."

Chuichi: "..."

Lu Jiaheng hung up the phone.

It didn't take five minutes for the whole journey. At first I was dumbfounded to see him handing her cell phone to her: "Okay, your cell phone stopped alone. I was with my roommate last night and I went home after an hour.

Chuichi took the phone and blinked at him: "I thought--"

"Why?" He raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you were going to confess with my dad," Chuichi cleared his throat. "Hello, uncle, I am Chuichi's boyfriend. Chuji was with me last night, so I didn't go home."

Lu Jiaheng seemed to be a smile instead of a smile: "I really think about it. My little girl was drunk like spending the night alone with her boyfriend. Your father might throw me directly from the 17th floor."

He leaned close, his index finger stretched out, and poked her forehead: "If you were my daughter, I would press you down."

At first, he glared at him, and his upper body pulled back: "Do you have a tendency to violence?"

As soon as she moved, the cloth on her white t-shirt scraped the wound on her left chest, so that her small face was wrinkled together, her back shrunk, and she pulled up the cloth on her chest.

She looked up and stared at him sadly and angrily: "Lu Jiaheng, are you a dog?"

To kiss, bite, bite everything.

Lu Jiaheng licked his lips and smiled: "I am a wolf."

Chuchi kicked his slippers and sat on the bed angrily to lift his foot and kick him, and he grabbed his ankle violently. She was caught by him and kicked indiscriminately, and she was afraid that the milk in her hand would sprinkle and dare not move too much.

The upper body leaned back and the clothes touched again.

The pain was sharp, and his eyes were red for the first time.

Upon seeing this, Lu Jiaheng pursed her lips and released her: "It hurts?"

She stared at him with red eyes, a pitiful expression, and her eyes were wet.

Lu Jiaheng leaned over the bed with one hand, and the other hand held her t-shirt to lift up.

His clothes are large, she can wear it as a skirt, and she is on her knees when she stands up. At this time, she is sitting on the bed a little shorter, covering the position on the upper thigh, he lifts it, revealing the white tender legs and a little Lace edges.

Chuchi was scared and stupid, and slammed his hand: "You, what are you doing! Now during the day!"

Lu Jiaheng raised his eyes and closed his eyebrows, "I will see."

"..."

Chu Zhi blushed for a long time, scolding him: "You're sick!"

His hand was pressed firmly by her, pinching the cloth against the roots of the white legs, which were obviously cool fingers, but it seemed that with a burning temperature, she dared not move.

Lu Jiaheng withdrew his hand obediently, lowered his head, and coaxed her softly: "Then lift yourself up, let me see, be good."

Such a difficult word was taken for granted by the calmness he said.

Hatsuji got rid of his control, and his heels pushed back to the bed quickly with the sheets, even trying to spill half of the milk in his hand on his face.

He changed clothes, wearing long sleeves and slacks. The cuffs rolled round to elbow, and the muscles of his forearm were smooth and strong.

On the other hand, she was wearing his big t-shirt with a gap.

Hatsune climbed out of bed, placed half a cup of milk in his hands on the bedside cabinet, stepped barefoot on the carpet, stepped on the toes and rubbed together, whispered: "You go out first, I want to change clothes. "

Lu Jiaheng raised his eyebrows, leaning back and leaning back, leaning his back with one hand to support the bed surface, it didn't seem to mean to go out: "You changed, touched and touched, all bites have been bitten, what better- "

"..."

Chuchi didn't wait for him to finish his speech, and dragged him directly over the bedside pillow and smashed him: "Lu Jiaheng, are you a rogue! King bastard!!!"

When I was a child, Chuchi went downstairs without any accident, and was severely criticized by my first father.

From the early age to the first age, Chuichi never even said a heavy word. This time it was the same. It was criticism, but it was also silent.

In the quiet living room, Chuichi stood next to the coffee table with his small head hanging down, and his first father sat on the sofa and looked at her.

The eyes are sad and sad.

For a long while, he sighed, it sounded like a tired old man: "Forget it, my daughter has grown up and doesn't love my father anymore. I don't talk to my father when I go out with friends and stay overnight."

After doing bad things, guilt and guilty confusion were mixed. At first, he felt that he should be guilty of death, and his conscience was condemned: "Dad, I am wrong, I will never do that again..."

The first father lifted his eyes secretly, still very sad: "Dad is not good, but you are too strict, you are about to graduate."

Chuchi soon cried: "Daddy woo..."

Ms. Deng was gazing at the side and watching the playful melon seeds: "Yeah, graduating soon, this daughter is too good to be too good. Didn't you fall in love at such a good time in college?"

Chuchi blinked, raised his head, and looked at his parents carefully, whispering: "Actually--"

The first father sneered: "What's the little fart boy in college to talk about? Look at the little boys now, you can't pinch two or two flesh like bamboo poles, and at first glance, you can't help but the wind. I don’t have any masculinity! Come one and fight one!"

"..."

Shuichi shut up.

The next Monday, Chu Garden did not wait for Lu Jiaheng, and went out early to go to the company himself.

She went out earlier than usual. When there was no one in the company, there was only one person standing there in front of the elevator. At the first half of the walk, she opened the door.

She quickly trot over, raised her hand and stopped the door, and the elevator door closed halfway opened again.

Chuichi looked up and faced the people inside.

It was the one she accidentally bumped into the corridor when she sent the document last time.

Last time he was behind the little secretary who landed Jiaheng.

Hatsumi blinked, pulled the bag, pressed the number of floors in the office, and stood next to him.

The red Arabic number floors of the elevator climbed up one by one, and Lu Jiaheng called.

At first Hiroshi couldn't help laughing, and there was a sense of childish accomplishment in which the child's mischief was successful.

The sound sounded very brisk, and Lu Jiaheng paused: "Where are you?"

At first, he smiled grinningly, and then smiled conscientiously. "I am in the company. A new week and a new start. It is my attitude to come to work early."

Lu Jiaheng said, "Oh": "I just waited at your door for a long time and you didn't come out, I knocked on the door."

Hatsuri was stagnant.

She opened her mouth, swallowed, and asked anxiously: "Are you still intact?"

Lu Jiaheng should also expect that she ran first, the person is already on the road, and there are car whistle in the background.

He smiled unidentifiedly: "In a moment you will check if I am incomplete."

The first phone call was quiet, and the elevator was too quiet, so she could not help feeling that his voice would be heard by others.

The first subconsciously raised his eyes and glanced at the second person in the elevator.

The man was looking down at her with his eyes down.

For the first time he was stunned.

For two seconds, he looked away.

She was a bit unnatural, and she didn't know why. She always felt a little bit of inquiry in his eyes, and a little unspeakable.

She casually said two words to Lu Jiaheng, hung up the phone in a hurry, and glanced up at the number of floors the man pressed.

It is also the top floor.

At first he was shocked.

The elevator door just opened.

She had no time to think about it and walked out of the elevator to the office.

Behind him came the sound of the leather shoe soles stepping on the marble floor, stepping out of the elevator and stepping on the carpet, which became soft.

The man followed her too.

Chuichi even felt that his eyes were still on her.

She took a deep breath and moved her head slightly back to the office.

There were not many people in the office yet. The research supervisor was talking to the turtle, and he first came in and said hello.

The research director raised his eyes and saw the person behind her, his expression changed instantly, the documents in his hand closed, and he shouted "Vice President Lu."

Chuichi: "..."

Hatsumi:? ? ?

How many senior surnames are there in Jingheng?

She looked back, a little dazed.

The research supervisor stood behind her, holding a file in his hand, rolled it into a roll, and poked her back gently.

Hatsuri reacted and hurried to say hello.

This looks like a forty-year-old, well-maintained General Manager Lu, with a faint "huh" sound, I don't know where he poked his sensitive points, his face became a bit uglier than before, and he didn't speak. Just looked at her.

Chuichi lowered his eyes and unconsciously pursed his lips.

She had just arrived, before she had time to wear a work card. The man frowned and suddenly said, "What's your name?"

Chuichi raised his eyes and said honestly, "Chuchi."

He squinted and looked a little inscrutable: "Where have I seen you before?"

This is terrifying.

The vice president of the company you are internship in, looks like an old man in his 40s or 50s.

This is too exciting.

Chuichi looked around for a while, and the research supervisor had just been called away by the sales department. At this time, there were only two of them in the office.

She swallowed, lowered her head, and whispered quietly, "Vice President, I have a boyfriend..."

Lu Hongsheng: "..."

The author has something to say:

Zhimei: Vice President, I have a boyfriend. The official is older than you.