Chapter 142

Su Kui looked at the comment area, all of which represented excitement, ah ah ah ah, inexplicably some headache.

Now the child, already so can toss?

Just about to turn off the microblog and call yanyuyao to thank him. Unexpectedly, another forwarding message came out.

Qin Che: Well, it's good.

Su Kui looked at it, and after a long silence, he picked up his eyebrows and knocked back.

Jiang Yuan Ann: reply @ Qin Che, it's just good?

I didn't expect Qin Che to come back quickly. Almost a few seconds after su Kui sent it, the new reply immediately refreshed.

Qin Che: reply @ Jiang Yuan ANN, very good!

Su Kui choked, his expression was kind of strange. He put down his mobile phone and rubbed his stiff cheek. His fingers made a circle on the screen, but he didn't reply after all.

On the top floor of JK building, in the tall and bright floor window, the president's office, the office table made of superior mahogany is placed near the window, two rows of bookcases are full of books, and the retro and luxurious big clock makes a very regular tick in the bookcase.

Qin Qijun's face was cold, and his thin lips were pressed into a line. His eyes were as straight as those of an eagle and a falcon.

From time to time, I swipe the screen with my fingers and refresh it, but I can't brush out the message I want to see any more.

The line of sight lingered for a while on the face of the woman in green in the photo. The fingers seemed to have temperature, and they rubbed on it for a while.

It wasn't until the feeling of burning came from his fingertips and mobile phones that Qin chin woke up like a dream. He moved his finger away. Finally, he took a deep look at the photo, clicked into the microblog named Jiang Yuan ANN, and then clicked to pay attention.

After thinking about it, she was drawn into special attention.

And then the lips just pick up a smile that is not easy to detect, and turn off the mobile phone with satisfaction.

Both of them are not people who will be interfered by the external rumors. One doesn't care, the other doesn't care.

So when the women who chose Qin Che as their special concern finally updated their micro blog when they found out that the God of man had beaten a bucket of chicken blood, they bravely went to Qin Che's Micro blog to have a look!

"Well, not bad.

Just good?

Very good! "

What kind of ghost is such an ambiguous conversation? Do they stand aloof in front of the kaolin flower on the top of the Tianshan Mountain, and finally they will move their hearts?

Numb! no

No place fan girls swarmed in, angry and returned.

How can a woman who doesn't know where to come out defile the unattainable kaolin flower in their hearts.

At this time, someone came up and raised his hand and said, "I know, I know that this female is not the heroine who angrily criticized the painting for winning love. She has been robbed by others. She is a sophomore student of shadow art and a junior sister of the painting!"

What?! All of you have a look at the paper. How about it? Shadow art? That's entertainment! This kind of birth, what good thing will it be!

No, no, it's absolutely forbidden for such women to seduce their gods.

Qin Che, who is dedicated to reading the documents, must not know that shortly after he sent out his microblog, he will have countless more to protect his emotional life -

mom!!!

But Su Kui didn't think of it. She just left for a while, and things seemed to be running towards the unpredictable and foggy road.

However, after a meal, she opened her microblog again, and the time seemed to return to the scene after getting off the plane last month.

Microblog mailbox is inevitably jammed with people, and mobile phones strike successfully.