Madam Became a National Male God After Wearing the Book

At this time, it was the rush hour for get off work, and the car stopped and went. After driving for half a day, it still hadn't detoured out of the city.

Qiao Yi felt like sitting on pins and needles in the car in a hurry.

Really, the position of the cushion that the big boss tucked into her lower back was too weird.

Why did she lean into the big boss's arms when she leaned lightly! ! !

We don't know, and we dare not ask.

Qiao Yi had no choice but to let her injured waist on the left lean on the cushion, while the right half of her body was stretched tightly to bear the weight of her whole body.

She only lasted for a while before she began to shiver physiologically. He Yunting thought she was in pain again, so he stretched out his hand through her stomach, hugged her, and hugged her in his arms.

It hurts again?

What can she say, that she dare not sit in the arms of the big boss?

No, it's not.

He Yunting frowned, looked towards the cockpit, Song Bai, go to Shiyi.

Qiao Yi froze, and immediately refused, No, Mr. He, no, I won't go to the hospital.

He Yunting looked at her and said nothing.

Joe lowered his head with a guilty conscience, I, I'm afraid of the hospital, I'm afraid of the doctor. Especially, especially, afraid.

But you are shaking from the pain. He Yunting's voice was deep.

No. Qiao Yi quibbled, It's not that it hurts, but it's because I'm too close to you. I'm so excited that I can't restrain my trembling.

He Yunting: ...

The little liar is addicted to cheating.

After a while, He Yunting compromised and ordered again, Song Bai, go back to the villa.

Song Bai: ...

... Hey... I'm too southern!

He Yunting lowered his head, carefully looked Qiao Yi back and forth, passed his big hand through her waist, carefully moved her into his arms, and adjusted the position of the cushion.

In this way, Qiao Yi was basically dragged into his arms by He Yunting.

But even so, she was still uncomfortable. It seemed that she was even more uncomfortable than before.

Moreover, he was too close to the big boss, and the faint woody fragrance on his body was continuously drilled into her nose. It smells good, but why is she a little dizzy?

Seeing that she still had a bitter face, It still hurts? He Yunting asked.

No, no, it's fine, it's fine like this.

He Yunting's face darkened, and he looked down at her legs curled up by the door, The shoes are off.

Huh? Qiao Yi thought he had heard wrong.

Take off your shoes and come up. He Yunting repeated.

Qiao Yi stayed for a while, looked at He Yunting blankly, blinked his eyes, and said honestly, Mr. He, I, I didn't wash my feet.

He Yunting: ...

Otherwise, throw her out of the car.

In the end, Qiao fell under the cold gaze of the big boss, which was comparable to the cold air in Siberia. She obediently took off her shoes and stepped on the car window. ... step on the car window.

When taking off his shoes, Qiao Yi sniffed and sniffed again and again, for fear that his foot smell would spoil the big boss and stain his beloved car.

Fortunately, her white and tender feet are super strong and have no smell at all.

Qiao Yi, who changed his sitting position, felt refreshed, but He Yunting's complexion became darker and darker.

Because, he was about to be squeezed onto the glass by Qiao Yi!

He Yunting pinched his eyebrows irritably.

what happened?

It seems that since meeting this Qiao Yi, many things have gone wrong.

He would carry a man downstairs, and now he allows a man to squeeze himself!

And in the clubhouse, it was indeed because of Qiao Yi's appearance that he didn't get sick.

Could it be that, as Zhao Yi said, some things really exist, but he is deliberately rejecting them...

Hahahaha, this is a tasteful update~~~