Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 10 The Overbearing President's Little Wildcat (9)

   "Don't worry, you can't die."

  Su Qiao didn't want to talk about it, but thinking of his current identity, he slammed a word.

   "Oh." Lin Shen took a step back, a little wary.

  Why is it such a coincidence?

   bumped into it again?

  Look carefully, although this little girl looks like a doll, but her stern face gives people a very uncomfortable feeling.

  A contradictory temperament is permeated all over his body.

  It's really hard to ignore, and it's no wonder that even the president keeps staring at it.

  Just...

  For the safety of the president, it is better to keep a distance.

  Thinking about this, Lin Shen wanted to go back, but unexpectedly saw the shadow cast on the ground next to him.

  He turned his head and took a look, only to find that his president was also following.

   "President, she..." Lin Shen wanted to remind him.

   "It's okay." Qin Mohan squinted at him, and his eyes fell on the thin **** the ground.

  He was standing by the bridge just now, and he glanced casually.

  Unexpectedly, his gaze froze with just one glance.

  Not because of the girl’s delicate and beautiful face, but because of the girl’s calm and indifferent expression.

  This is not what an ordinary little girl should have.

  What's more, in the previous car accident, this girl should have jumped out of the car window before the car lost control.

  It can be seen that something must have happened in the car before that, so she had to choose to jump off the car.

  Qin Mohan narrowed his narrow black eyes slightly.

  It's not an ordinary person who is so courageous and can be so calm.

  No wonder he thought this girl was a little special when he was in the elevator before.

  Looking up now, this feeling is even stronger.

  The eyes are black and white, clear and bright, and the obsidian pupils are unusually deep and cold under the illumination of the street lamp.

  These eyes are really beautiful.

  Itchy heart, I want to collect it.

   His heart moved, Qin Mohan thinly opened his lips: "Can you still get up?"

   Hearing this low, magnetic, but unusually flat questioning sound, Su Qiao shook his dizzy head, reducing the sharpness of his eyes.

  The voice is a little weak: "I sprained my foot, dizzy, and I want to vomit."

  Heh, it becomes so fast.

  In an instant, the expression in his eyes became pure and non-aggressive, just like a little white rabbit.

  It’s just that the exquisite little face is expressionless, and it makes people feel a little bit cute for no reason.

  A little cute, I want it.

  Qin Mohan twisted his hardly callous fingers, and raised up such a ridiculous thought in a panic.

   is really a bit like the little white cat he used to raise when he was a child.

   looks very delicate, but actually very fierce.

  However, no matter how fierce it was, it was in his hands...

  At this moment, Qin Mohan's heart aroused the idea of ​​raising people.

  Maybe, it’s good to raise a small thing.

  The irritability that had been for many days suddenly disappeared, and Qin Mohan's mood suddenly improved a lot.

  Lin Shen knows that his president speaks few words, and he doesn’t like to speak more. He stepped forward again:

   "It should be a concussion. It will be better after a short rest. When the doctor comes, let the doctor take a good check. There will be nothing wrong."

   "But fortunately, there is no major problem with the people. The car and the driver have all fallen into the river, and they are still bubbling. It's probably too bad.

  Fortunately, his driving skills are not bad.

  If this is accidental, it will crash into the bridge like that car and plunge into the river...

  He could hardly imagine such a scene.

  Lin deeply wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.

   "How bad is it?" Su Qiao sneered softly: "Oh, it's cheaper for him."

  If it weren’t for a person to die and fall into her hands, he would put all her poison on him again, concoct him into a medicine man, and let him taste what life is better than death.

"what?"

  (End of this chapter)