Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"Get out of here, or I will see you once and I will kill you once!"

Zhan Dongdong complied with kindness: "Oh."

Su Qinghou: "..."

It felt like he was hitting a ball of cotton, but the other party didn't think it was enough, and then he stuffed the ball of cotton into his chest, making his hands itchy and heart-stuck.

Zhan Dongdong looked at him for a while: "Then I got out?"

Su Qinghou said nothing.

She turned around.

His mind was stunned, but his hands caught her like a conditioned reflex. He heard his own voice, furious: "Where are you going again?"

Zhan Dongdong pointed to Dingzhi Building, smiled and said, "Go check in."

Not leaving?

Still not leaving now?

Zhan Dongdong’s credit is negative here by Su Qinghou. He still held her hand and raised the umbrella with her, then walked under her umbrella, took off the black studs on his ears, and he bent down to give She put it on: "I was angry just now, don't count, come and see me tomorrow."

This should also be an angry word. If he is sensible, whoever provokes him will bleed.

This woman Zhan Dongdong is very patient, which can make him frustrated and lose his reason.

She touched the studs on her ears and his temperature: "Is it a token of love?"

"No." Su Qinghou said, "It's a tracker." She ran around in the province.

She continued to touch the earrings, loving it, her eyes were dotted with stars, which turned into crescent moons: "Do you like me a little bit?"

Her pride and joy are all on her face.

Su Qinghou went out under her umbrella: "Be less affectionate."

"Then I want to chase you."

Zhan Dongdong is not a person who just talks and doesn't do it. After she finished speaking, she leaned in and kissed him. Su Qinghou immediately turned her head away, and she smiled and dropped the kiss on his ears.

Then he was stunned.

Zhan Dongdong licked: "Your ears are so red."

Now it's not just ears, Su Qinghou's neck is red, and he raises his hand with a murderous expression, but the hand that is pushed out has no strength.

Zhan Dongdong was also pushed back a step.

"Shameless!"

Su Qinghou cursed fiercely, and after the cursing, he left. Behind, the girl ran to follow: "Wait for me."

The security guard of Dingzhi Mansion saw a girl holding an umbrella behind Xiaozhiye. The girl went to pull Xiaozhiye's hand, Xiaozhiye flicked away, she pulled it again, he flew it away again, and pulled it again. Throw away again...

In the end, Xiao Zhiye scolded her with no face and skin, so he didn't shake her hand again.

The security guards looked at each other, and they all thought this scene was imaginary.

The bottom fifteenth floor of Dingzhi Building is the Su Group, where Su Qinghou's office is located, and the fifteenth floor is a high-end hotel and entertainment city. The consumption is so high that only VIPs are received. After the 30th floor is Su Qinghou's private domain, and he is not allowed to enter without permission.

Zhan Dongdong stayed on the 24th floor.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Su Qinghou answered her call.

"Su Qinghou."

He had just finished taking a shower and touched his ears in the mirror: "What are you doing?"

The voice over the phone was low and low: "I feel uncomfortable."

Su Qinghou reacted for a few seconds before rushing out of the bathroom.

Zhan Dongdong's old wounds were not healed, and new ones were added. The wound became inflamed and the fever reached 39 degrees. She refused to go to the hospital, and Su Qinghou asked a private doctor to come over.

She burned in a daze, sweating profusely.

A Kun regarded her as an idol, and praised her about the existence of heaven and the earth, and how she was invincible under the heaven, how she was invincible, and how she could kill heaven and earth.

After all, a woman has only one life.

Su Qinghou also didn't know what he was angry with. He didn't know from which day he couldn't calm down to her: "You are a killer, who toss yourself into this way, do you have a brain--"

"Stop scolding," her face was flushed with burning, pitifully, "I'm very sick."

"You gotta burn to death."

He scolded her.

After cursing, he yelled at the doctor again: "Hurry up and give her the fever."

The old doctor with white temples has a bad heart, and he feels about to suffocate: "Already, I have already used the medicine." It is not a panacea, how can it work so quickly.

"Get out."

The doctor quickly took his two nurses out and closed the door.

Su Qinghou pulled a chair and sat with a calm face, staring at the infusion tube without saying a word.

"I'm sweating."

Zhan Dongdong lay on his side, leaning his face forward, asking him to wipe his sweat.

Su Qinghou glanced at her and threw the towel on the table to her face.

She let the towel cover her face without pulling it away, without stretching her hand. She was ill, but she still had the strength to cheat him: "I have no strength."

Su Qinghou pressed his cheek.

Want to throw her out!

He pulled the towel and wiped her face indiscriminately and rudely.

Zhan Dongdong tilted his head: "There is still a neck."

"It's endless, right?"

His mouth was not gentle and his movements were not gentle. He lifted her quilt and wiped twice on the left and right sides of her neck. He came down in a hurry, still wearing pajamas, and his hair wet.

After wiping her, he got up.

Zhan Dongdong grabbed his hand: "Don't go."

Su Qinghou took her needle-piercing hand away: "Don't go."

"Oh."

She lay down again.

Su Qinghou went and filled a basin of cold water, dampened the towel, folded it into squares, and placed it on her forehead. Her eyes were like super glue, sticking to him.

Su Qinghou made a move he felt stupid. He buttoned the top button of his pajamas: "Close your eyes."

Zhan Dongdong refused to listen: "Su Qinghou."

He looked at the infusion tube: "Yeah."

"For the sake of my illness, promise me that one thing is impossible?" Because of the high fever, she was a little dehydrated, her voice was weak, and she was a little vulnerable without her usual aura.

Su Qinghou never promised people: "Say."

"My baby car, return me some cars." She blinked, like a good baby begging for sweets.

The car is the car, and the car is a treasure.

Su Qinghou never duplicity: "No."

Zhan Dongdong, oops: "It hurts."

Su Qinghou never suffers from bitterness: "Which hurts?"

As soon as Zhan Dongdong wanted to take off his clothes and show him the wound, he shouted at the doctor to come in.

Well, she doesn't hurt anymore...

When Zhan Dongdong woke up the next day, Su Qinghou had already left. She didn't know when she slept last night or when Su Qinghou left.

In the morning, she hung two more bottles of water. The servant from Wanglili called and said that the lost car had been returned and only one Volvo was missing.

The doctor advised her to stay in bed.

As soon as the doctor left, she got up and went to Su Qinghou's office on the 15th floor.

The door was not closed, she went directly in: "Su Qinghou."

She saw him wearing glasses for the first time.

The thief is optimistic.

Want to engage.

Su Qinghou did not look up: "Who put you up?"

Most people on the fifteenth floor can't come up, so Kun who is let go consciously urinate.

Zhan Dongdong asked Su Qinghou if he was busy.

"Go out first," he said, "I'm in a meeting."

"Then I will wait for you outside."

Zhan Dongdong closed the door and went out first.

Su Qinghou just looked up.

A group of executives over there found that Master Xiaozhi seemed to be distracted. After waiting for a long time, Master Xiaozhi seemed to be distracted.

A certain executive who participated in the video conference: "Little Zhiye?"

He turned his gaze to the computer: "The meeting is over."

He said two words, took off his glasses, and closed the computer.

As soon as the door opened, Zhan Dongdong immediately stood up: "Is the work over?"

"Ok."

"Where are you going now?"

Su Qinghou walked in front, wearing a shirt and a suit jacket in his hand: "Eat."

"I haven't eaten either."

The implication is: I want to have lunch with you.

Zhan Dongdong loves beauty, wearing a sleeveless black dress. She had a wound on her hand, the bandage had not been removed, and the air-conditioning in the corridor was enough, she sneezed.

Su Qinghou threw the coat to her: "Is it still burning?"

Zhan Dongdong put on his clothes, which were as long as her skirts, with a pair of straight legs just barely exposed. She walked up to him and moved her face toward him: "You can touch it."

Su Qinghou poked her head and pushed it away, then buttoned the button of her suit jacket: "Don't touch it."

Okay, don't touch it.

Zhan Dongdong held him with the injured hand. Sure enough, he "reluctantly" pulled her when he saw that her hand was injured. She was wearing high heels, not much shorter than him, and her forehead just reached his neck.

The height is just right.

She touched his neck with her forehead, just once, and then backed away: "It seems you are hotter."

Su Qinghou's Adam's apple rolled, his face flushed.

"Don't keep moving!"

He violently said to her, slapped her down and left.

Ah, so innocent.

Zhan Dongdong smiled and ran to hold his hand: "Baby, wait for me."

Su Qinghou is yin and yang weird: "Isn't your baby a car?"

She touched the studs on her ears: "It will be you from now on."

He took his hand away, his mouth raised: "You are really numb."