With a “click”, the elevator shook slightly.
Song Miao didn’t get back to his senses, but he slid, and suddenly fell towards the man inside.
She was startled, too late to grab the handrails of the elevator. The man’s broad white shirt had already swept his forehead with the neckline and was getting close. Song Miao could smell the man’s body. It was clear and sharp, with a faint smell of tobacco. .
“Sister Song!”
After standing firm, Qin Xiaoxiao saw Song Miao’s situation, and was shocked, and hurriedly came over to pull her up.
Just after the fall, Song Miao felt a hand, gently and cleverly wrapped around her waist, with distinct joints and strong wrists.
“Sister Song, are you okay?”
Qin Xiaoxiao asked with concern.
Fortunately, the man in front of her helped her in time, but she didn’t fall down. Song Miao has never had such close contact with a man other than Chu Shaoyan. She stood firm, shook her head towards Qin Xiaoxiao, looked at the man in front of him, but saw that Huo Tianqing’s face still had nothing to spare. Expressions. but–
His hand was still on her waist.
The temperature on his palm, with a scorching touch, made Song Miao’s body slightly stiff.
“Mr. Huo…”
Song Miao was a little embarrassed.
Such a squeeze in the elevator was a natural thing, and she didn’t need to make a fuss. But that hand…
The man who was not squinting turned his head, as if he had only noticed his hand. He glanced over Song Miao’s face, and naturally stretched his hand back, his face still cold.
No one in the elevator was alarmed, and Song Miao couldn’t say anything.
After getting out of the elevator, Qin Xiaoxiao glanced at the closed elevator door with some nostalgia, and then patted her chest, “Sure enough, it’s enough for a male god to watch from a distance. It’s frozen like this close up every day. I don’t know how many times I died.”
Song Miao smiled, but for a moment there was a flash of sight in her eyes when the man looked over. She shook her head and led Qin Xiaoxiao towards Huo’s project department.
The elevator continued to go up, and a group of people hurried out after reaching their floor.
Chen Lian was pressing the upward floor, but when he turned around, he whispered.
Huo Tianqing followed his gaze to the white shirt in front of him, and saw a shallow lip print on his chest, like a quietly blooming rose.
“Mr. Huo…”
Chen Lian was a little nervous, Huo always had a habit of cleanliness, and ordinary women couldn’t even get close to him within one meter, let alone just fell over to him.
Huo Tianqing glanced at him faintly, “Go and check why those two people came to Huo’s just now.”
“Then your clothes…”
Huo Tianqing rubbed the lip print on the white shirt, his face was secretive, ignored him, and went straight down the elevator.
“…” Chen Lian looked at the suspected “hanging” movement of his hand, thinking that he had just let himself over and stuck the elevator… He felt horrified that he seemed to know something!
Those two young ladies just now…what are they coming from?
…
This is the first time that the first draft has been brought to Huo’s, so Song Miao did not expect to squeeze out other competitors at once. After chatting with Manager Liu of Huo’s project department, Song Miao led Qin Xiaoxiao back. Chu family.
The car just drove into Chu’s parking lot, and a familiar black Lamborghini suddenly came into view.
When he was close at hand, Song Miao saw the sexy and enchanting woman in the co-driver stand up and kissed the man who was driving.
The woman in the car is not Ko Na, she has been replaced by Fang Xin, maybe both are still in his warranty period, he just doesn’t touch himself as his wife.
There was a violent brake sound, and Qin Xiaoxiao next to him was startled, “Sister Song, are you okay?”
Song Miao was expressionless at this moment, but his face was scary white.
In fact, she had thought about ending this marriage, but after so many years of hard work and chasing, so long used to like a man, she couldn’t let it go. Yang Jing kept telling her that Shao Yan would always understand her and know her well. She is like a drowning person now, with only this piece of driftwood in her hand…
“It’s okay, let’s go up.”