Love You Three Thousand Times

 I am pointing at the fat boss. I am not afraid that the last night was known. Anyway, my reputation is stinking, and I can't let the thing go easily.

The fat boss's face was covered with a blue and white face, and he pointed at me with anger. "You... you are nonsense, look at yourself, I will never like you even I have 8 eyes !"

"She didn't tell lie."

At this time, an unclear voice passed from the door. The fat boss looked at the man with surprise, and I turned my eyes.

A dark-colored trousers in a smoke-colored shirt, a tie-tie, and a young man with a handsome appearance appeared at the door. He wore a black mobile phone between his fingers, and his face was warm and faint.

    It's Mo Ziqian

     The screen of the mobile phone has been opened, and the voice of the fat boss is heard inside: Lin, I know that you are a good girl, it is really hard for you to do such a job. ”

     The camera slowly turned around, and the fat boss’s nausea-faced appeared on the screen, and his claws climbed up to my face.

      The staff were all stunned and unbelievable, and they snorted in their mouths. Probably no one thought that their boss would be so obscene.

stroking on my smooth face, while stroking and saying: In fact, you can rely on your face to eat, how about sleeping with

the lower body of the fat boss. He screamed and jumped up. "Smelly bitch,

    There was a buzz in my ear. The male employees did not think that their boss was such a dirty thing,

full of horror, but she was too scared to say a word. So last night, after the fat boss appeared, I was afraid that he was not well-intentioned, so he had more eyes and secretly turned on the camera function of the mobile phone.

    The fat boss is like being caught in the tail, his look was

    "Pay her

Ziqian opened his mouth and looked faint, but

Mo Ziqian, he is scared, the fat boss took a scorpion money out of his

went to count 4,500, and with my money, left the

  Mo Ziqian turned and left

know why Mo Ziqian helped me. Shouldn't he hate me? I drove past his lover and daughter, and he should

the unbearable things in my eyes have been seen by him. What else is more sad than losing the

   Mo

and the footsteps were so closed. Mo Ziqian strode over, and

you are

the man's black eyes. He was gentle and quiet like many years ago. When I looked at him, he looked at me too. There seemed