Chapter 41 Very Bewitching

Half an hour later, the Fu Group

Leng Ye is the shadow guard next to Fu Tingyu, and the security guards at the front desk know him.

After getting off the bus, Ye Leng led the way and walked unimpeded to the special elevator.

"Young madam, you can enter by identifying your fingerprints." Leng Ye reminded.

This is the first time Qin Shu has come to the company, and it is also the first time that she knows that the fingerprint lock of the special elevator actually has her.

Qin Shu followed Leng Ye's reminder and put his hand on the fingerprint recognition. After a while, the elevator door opened in seconds.

Qin Shu withdrew his hand and walked in, followed by Leng Ye.

The special elevator goes to the top floor.

"Ding"

After getting out of the elevator.

Qin Shu followed Leng Ye all the way to the door of the office, and then Leng Ye left.

Qin Shu stood at the door of the office, reached out and gently pushed open the heavy door, and saw a man sitting in front of the dark brown desk.

A pure black custom suit made him calm and abstinent.

The face is cut like a knife, the bridge of the nose is high and the eyebrows are long and narrow.

Just the act of holding the pen is extremely expensive.

The man sitting at the desk heard the movement and raised his eyes, and saw the girl who suddenly appeared at the door.

The girl was wearing the uniform of Linxi Middle School, a white shirt and a black pleated skirt. The skirt was a little short, which made her legs straight and slender.

The man's dark eyes darkened a little.

Qin Shu looked at the man's straight back. If he hadn't known that there was an injury there, he wouldn't have been able to see that he had suffered such a serious injury.

Her heart was throbbing, and in front of her, it was as if she had never been hurt, and she always had an expression of indifference.

As if on the man's unparalleled face, all expressions fluctuated only because of her.

Fu Tingyu put down the pen in his hand, turned his body towards the girl, and the leather chair also turned with his movements.

"Come here." The man's voice was low.

Qin Shu resisted the urge to cry and walked in.

Behind him, the heavy door also closed automatically, and there was a "ding" sound when it was locked.

When the girl walked in, Fu Tingyu saw her eyes were red, obviously crying.

"Who did you cry for?" The man's voice was a little unhappy, because a name flashed in his mind, Shen Yaohui.

You could tell from the man's voice that he was angry.

So much vinegar.

Eighty percent of the time she thought she was crying for the sake of scum.

Because of her previous life, most of the source of her crying was because of the dregs.

Qin Shu raised his hands and rubbed his eyes, "The wind picked up after school, and sand blew into my eyes."

She suddenly approached the man and winked at him: "Do you see sand in my eyes? It's a little uncomfortable."

When Fu Tingyu heard the words, the anger that had just risen disappeared instantly.

"Let me see."

The girl's eyes were big and bright, and her brows and brows were thick and curled. She was rubbing it all around, and it turned a little red.

The man's slender fingers opened her eyelids for her, leaned in close, and blew for her.

The wind, with a hint of coolness, blew into the eyes but it was very comfortable.

"Is it better?"

"Well, much better."

Qin Shu nodded with some guilt, and looked at the man who was close at hand. When he thought of his injury to save himself, and because of her, he rushed back from the old house regardless of his injury. Tears rolled in his eyes when his nose was sore. , she held back her tears.

Fu Tingyu looked at the girl's eyes full of tears, and her eyes were deep.

Like some kind of fatal bewitching, he couldn't help but want to bully her.

Tears overflowed from the eyes, and the eyes that were washed with water looked even better.

The little fairies who read the text, I hope to come and see it every day, and vote by the way (new books need to be recommended for support) to open this book, it is indeed a little urgent, so there are many shortcomings. (So ​​these days I have been regretting opening this book)

Emotional Wall:

I think,

I can't be your white moonlight,

It is also good to be a cinnabar mole in your heart.