Chapter 83

Look at the posture. He's ready to start.

"Are you really going to have a female mummy?" Ji Qianchen turned over and sat up, staring at him with his eyes wide open.

Where does it come from, where does it come from, and where does it come from?

Is his brain a vata?

"I don't have that habit." Ling Xiaohan moves to the bedside table, pulls open one of the drawers and takes out a remote control.

"Isn't the air conditioner on?" Ji Qianchen glanced at the variable frequency air conditioner in the room, and the temperature was just right.

"Is this the air conditioner remote control?" Lingxiao cold hook lips a smile, the remote control in his hand, deliberately handed to her in front.

"It doesn't seem to be. What is it?" Ji Qianchen is confused, and reaches for the remote control.

There are only four buttons on it.

On, off, fast, slow.

What the hell is this?

Driven by curiosity, Ji Qianchen pressed an open key.

Originally lying on her stomach, she suddenly felt the bed shaking up and down violently.

"Trough!"

Scared, she lost the remote control and ran down.

Running too fast, almost fell to the ground, thanks to Ling Xiaohan's timely hand, to hold her, "so scary?"

Lingxiao's voice poured down her head.

"What the devil is this! It moves. Is there anything in it? " Ji Qianchen breaks away from Ling Xiaohan's arms and wants to study the bed.

"Of course, electric bed can move. If it can't move, it's not called electric bed."

"What? Is this the electric bed? "

Ji Qianchen's face flushed.

I've heard about the electric bed in the mouth of the rotten orange girl for a long time, but it's the first time she's seen it.

It is said to be used for men or women in bed

My God.

What did she do?

She picked it up in the morning.

It means that she will be in this bed with Ling Xiaohan in the future

Want to find a hole to calm down.

Ling Xiaohan picks up the remote control and presses the key.

"In this bed, you can stay still." Ling Xiaohan smiled and then turned into the bathroom.

Ji Qianchen stood on the edge of the bed, looking at the bed, with tears on his face.

Choose your own way, kneel and walk.

That night was destined to be a memorable one for Ji Qianchen.

When she was tired and weak, the bed was moving.

When Ling Xiao was tired of cold, the bed was still moving.

The next day, Ji Qianchen got up and threatened to find an axe to split the bed.

Ling Xiao cold lying on his side at the head of the bed, satisfied with the hook lip and smile: "split and buy again, not bad money."

"It's not bad for you. I'm breaking my waist."

Ji Qianchen stroked his waist and felt the sky was dim and the moon was dim.

"But you didn't move."

In theory, if you don't move, your waist shouldn't be so sour.

"You moved with the bed and indirectly damaged my waist. I want to change the bed." Ji Qianchen is so disgusted with this bed that she climbs onto the sofa and tries to follow Ling Xiaohan's theory.

"You chose it." Ling Xiaohan gets up and goes to the wardrobe to pick up the clothes for work today.

"Because of it, I have no energy to go to work." Ji Qianchen protested again.

She must win the revolution, otherwise, her marriage life in the future is bound to live in the gloom.

"Then not." Ling Xiao's eyebrows are lifted by the cold wind and light clouds.

There was no acceptance of her protest.

"You..." Ji Qianchen has no choice, really.

In front of lingxiaohan, who has an iceberg face but a black heart.

She had to give up her arms and surrender.

When Ji Qianchen arrived at the company, it was more than 10 a.m.

Although she is the president's wife, no one dares to gossip about her being late.

Can walk into the company building, that countless pairs of eyes exude treacherous light.

She quickened her pace and flashed into the office.

"Hey, Qianchen, here you are." Little Yi warmly welcomed her and said hello to her.

Ji Qianchen nodded with a bright smile: "early."

"Cough It's not early, thank you. It's really surprising that Mu didn't wear the clothes I designed to attend the interview yesterday. He is a person who doesn't pay attention to anyone and does everything in his mind. Even if you are the president's wife, he doesn't necessarily listen. I'm curious about what method you used? " Asked little Yi, with wide, round eyes.

Ji Qianchen smiled and thought for a moment, "maybe it's because I'm hot tempered and scared him when I used to be."

"Ha ha, where is it? It must be Qianchen that you are more beautiful. Mu Shao is also fascinated by you." Linda, who is more lively than little Yi, comes up with gossip.Ji Qianchen smiled, "I don't seem to have such a great charm. By the way, why do so many people stare at me when I come to the company?"

If you stare at her like this every day, she must have blood holes poked by those eyes.

"Qianchen, do you really or falsely don't know?"

Linda asked with a smile.

Ji Qianchen's face is confused and shakes his head. "I don't know."

"You're not here until 11 o'clock, and then you're all red. You don't have to guess, because last night with Mr. Ling That's why I got up late. " Linda explained to Ji Qianchen without any hindrance.

After listening, she regretted asking the question.

Jemima is embarrassed!

"Well, you misunderstood me. In fact, I had to deal with things this morning before I was delayed. Then you are busy. I will go back to work first." Ji Qianchen shrunk his neck, flashed into his workshop, and quickly closed the door to cover up her feelings.

Being late can also be thought of as the late rise caused by excessive indulgence last night.

Should she admire the imagination of these employees.

Sit in the office chair.

Ji Qianchen put his handbag on the table, then took up his pen and began to create the first series of CH brand clothing.

Lingxiao international.

Ling Xiaohan was chatting in the meeting room. He also came to the company an hour late, which delayed the meeting for an hour.

So we have to reduce the content and speed up the progress.

After the meeting, Ling Xiaohan returned to the office.

Rob came into the office with a delivery document he had just received.

"Master, this is your express delivery."

"Well." Ling Xiaohan takes the paper bag and sits down.

The long fingers touch the corner of the document bag and tear it along the opening line.

Several photos came out of it and fell on the gray cashmere carpet.

Ling Xiaohan looks down and the person in the picture is in the eye.

The ink eyes suddenly stagnate, and the cold air bursts out, mingled with the unstoppable anger.

As soon as rob saw the young master's expression, he knew that the situation was not good.

"What's the matter, young master?"

Step forward, frown and ask.

The paper bag snapped and was patted on the desk by Ling Xiaohan.

He leaned over, picked up the picture that had been thrown off the ground, and took a close look.