Dressed As The Deviant's Boss Beloved

"Ah --"

Reflexively, ye Xian screamed.

How can the president take off his clothes in front of her? It's a fool!

"What's your name?"

Bo Ting frowned deeply and glanced at her.

Ye Xian immediately shut up, expression stiff.

Yeah, what's her name? Forget that she's a man now. It's not normal for a man to see a man undress. He yells as if she's never seen him before.

In order to make up for it, she quickly added, "I'm shocked by the president's figure. I've never seen such a good one."

Although she is telling the truth, it seems that it is not normal. Generally, men have a strong psychology of comparison. Even if they know that they are obviously inferior to each other, they will say that they are inferior to each other because they show off their face. How can they be so outspoken?

"Because I'm gay!"

She made up for it in a hurry and blurted out that Bo tingshen stopped taking off her clothes.

Ye Xian, "..." finished, how to describe more and more black, and what does the president mean by this pause? You don't think she's after him, do you?

"Don't get me wrong, president. I'm absolutely right with you..."

Thin court deep slightly close up clothes, eyes cool looking at her, "to get a suit of clothes."

"Oh

Ye Xian quickly pecked the chicken rice to nod, ran to the next row of airtight clothes rack.

Men's suits are all the same. She took off one and sent it to Bo tingshen. Then she found that

The clothes are so small.

The president's height is close to 1.9 meters, and he has a golden inverted triangle figure. He has a clear texture, strong and strong body. His superior body shape is not even comparable to that of top male models. The clothes of general size are definitely not suitable.

Bo Ting deeply looked at the clothes in her hand, "so small, take it for yourself?"

Ye Xian, "... You can say I took it wrong, but you can't say I'm small!" She made a lot of mistakes when she was nervous just now. Now she has to recover her masculinity

How can a man say "small"?

"Oh?"

The thin court deep Mou light faint ground revolves on her body, among them satirize Ye Xian need not see can guess.

"When, of course!" Ye Xian held his head high and tried to take out three points of momentum, "believe it or not, I'm bigger than you!"

Her words fall, thin court deep eyes suddenly cold down.

"Is it?"

"Take it out and have a look?"

The man said in a deep voice, "Hey, President, I'm joking with you. Don't be so serious. You have such a good figure. You are the perfect Apollo in the fairy tale. No matter how bad you are, you are also the most exquisite sculpture art in the hands of artists. I'm a cabbage that falls down when the wind blows. I can't be compared with you."

Her thin and weak body, which was one meter 75 and even fifty kilograms, was a scum in front of him.

Her rainbow fart seemed to work. Bo tingshen's eyes were not so cold, but her eyes still hit her, "who is the stylist?"

"Shape..."

Ye Xian responds that the president should ask who her stylist is.

"I don't even have an assistant. I don't have a stylist. I'm just fooling around."

"Do you know?"

Ye Xian, "..." I'm just modest. You can really climb the pole.

"No, President, is there something wrong with what I'm wearing?"

Ye Xian looks down at his clothes, neat black trousers and hairy, creamy and cute sweater. He doesn't think there's a problem. Isn't it good-looking?