Chapter 3710:

sing other people's little girl's money. Who is he""I don't think the little girl is a delivery girl. I don't think her character is as good as that of a takeout!""what an abominable person to deliber...Chapter 3710

after hanging up the phone, the assistant came in and told her that a client had come for her appointment.

Yao Jing can only put this matter aside first, pick up the materials and go to the reception room.

after meeting the client, I had another meeting, and it was almost noon when I was finished.

when Yao Jing came out of the conference room to ask her assistant to order lunch for herself, the assistant went up and said nervously, "Boss Yao, Boss Qiao is here!"

Yao Jing said unexpectedly, "where is it"

"in your office."

Yao Jing walked quickly to her office, pushed the door and went in. The man turned his back to her and was looking at her bookshelf with interest.

"what are you doing here" Yao Jing asked.

Qiao Bolin looked back and smiled, "of course I'm here to ask you to help me with the medicine!"

Yao Jing,

Qiao Bolin sat directly in her office chair, put his arms on the table and looked at her cautiously. "my assistants are all women. Let them look at my back."

Yao Jing sneered, "when did Mr. Qiao become so squeamish"

"I can't help it. If you have a wife, be aware of it!" The man's serious eyes, serious tone.

Yao Jing rolled her eyes. "are there no men in the company"

"Let a man strip me Isn't that even weirder! " Qiao Bolin smiled with thin lips. "if you think about it, it's best to come and find your wife!"

Yao Jie said angrily, "who's your wife"

Qiao Bolin did not argue with her, but turned to look at her office. "the receptionist doesn't know me. It seems that I will come more often in the future!"

Yao Jing put the information in her hand on the table and sorted it out with a straight face. "Don't you want to be medicated" Get down and go. "

Qiao Bolin smiled vaguely with a low smile. "where are you going"

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Yao Jing does not look at him, "there is a lounge inside!"

Yao Jing seldom rests in the lounge. The room is clean and tidy, and the sheets are new and unused. When she went in, she saw Qiao Bolin taking off her shirt. Even though she had seen it many times, Yao Jing blushed slightly and turned to open the medicine Qiao Bolin had brought.

the bed is so wide that Qiao Bolin lies down in the middle of the bed, and Yao Jing can only kneel on the bed and bend over to give him medicine.

the wound has begun to form a scab, and the skin around it has become darker. I don't know if it can really leave only a shallow scar as the doctor said.

Qiao Bolin looked back at her and said, "Jing!"

"Umm," Yao Jing looked intently and gave a low answer.

Qiao Bolin said, "Let's make up!"

Yao Jing glanced at him and didn't make a sound. She took the medicine as quickly as she could. Just as she was about to get out of bed, she was suddenly grabbed by someone. Then the man turned over and pressed her on the bed.

Yao Jing whispered, "Qiao Bolin!"

Qiao Bolin pressed her arms and looked down at her. "I wanted to experience the bed in my lounge before, but I didn't think it was yours first!"

Yao Ying's eyes are angry. "Don't you dare!"

Qiao Bolin, glowing in his eyes, suddenly leaned over to kiss her.

Yao Jing's eyes were frightened, and she struggled to put her hand over the man's mouth. Her face was full of anger. "Qiao Bolin, I didn't promise you to make up. You're forcing me!"

Qiao Bolin's ink eyes were so deep that he didn't say a word. He just looked at her in this way, which made people nervous.

the hot breath burned Yao Jing's palms. She dared not let go. She took a few deep breaths and spoke calmly. "Qiao Bolin, stop messing around. I have something to tell you!"

Qiao Bolin took her hand and put it aside, her voice hoarse. "what's the matter" was almost eight o'clock, it was still raining outside, the weather was gloomy, and the room was dark.when the door opened, Ling Jiuze came in with a cup of hot milk and put it at the head of the bed...