Chapter 175 Mr. Luo's Legs Are Floating

[Your home full-body capsule multi-functional medical massage chair (lpn50000) is distinguished black with medical certification and has been delivered. I wish you a happy use. 】

Xia Mint swam twice, then went back to the pool to rest and glanced at her phone.

She immediately squeezed out a painful smile.

Will the cheap husband like it?

This chair cost her 100,000!

Luo Tianlin is worth more than several hundred million, so he should not look down on this level.

Although this is her entire net worth, almost all the pocket money of a card is spent on this chair!

This investment is really huge, and once she loses, she will lose everything.

But yesterday at the entrance of the mall, she was asked by the manager what she wanted to buy. In her mind, lobster feast, big-name makeup, bags and clothes flashed in her mind... But when she was about to answer, she looked up at the glass door of the mall, reflecting the A dark Bentley.

At that moment, she was dripping with cold sweat.

She has been worrying about food and clothing recently, and the announcement went well, but she almost forgot what attitude she should take towards her parents.

She swallowed the pile of shopping plans that were rolling on the tip of her tongue.

She must first honor the wealthy 'father'.

What can make him see the price at a glance and reflect her sincerity?

What could make him appreciate it, but he doesn't like to use it?

Xia Boo stood at the entrance of the mall yesterday, and her brain speed exceeded 200 yards before she remembered a massage chair.

Not only can I appreciate her caring and caring for him, but also make him frown and say, "No need, return it".

Yes, return it.

When he didn't like it, the return was successful, and the 100,000 yuan came back. She was like a white wolf with empty gloves, without spending a penny, she gave her husband a big gift!

If he doesn't like it, can he blame her?

No, he has to be moved by her kindness.

Hey, she really admires herself for this move!

Bo Xia smiled again when she thought of it, but soon she touched the screen of her phone nervously.

Shouldn't he break it?

Thinking of this, the smile on Xia Mint's face gradually solidified.

How long is the no reason return period, seven days?

After the return period, can she resell 70,000 to 80,000 yuan on Xianyu in the future? If it looks good, it should be fine...

hiss.

Returns must be done as soon as possible.

Xia Mint touched her chin, her heart suddenly lifted, and she was very worried.

Finally, she stretched out her hand dipped in pool water and poked the screen of her phone.

In President Luo's office, the bell rang suddenly among a pile of documents.

Luo Tianlin frowned, looked down at his long legs stuck in the massage chair, raised his hand and looked at his watch, only to realize that he had been sitting on it for nearly half an hour.

The two massage sessions were long overdue.

He frowned, coughed lightly, and got up from the sunken leather chair.

His slender and straight legs landed on the ground, still a little fluttering.

Apparently the massage was overdone...

Luo Tianlin's Adam's apple moved, and turned around uncomfortably, "There is no reminder function, cough."

And he walked quickly to the desk, and saw the flashing video phone in the mood for microseconds - the little girl called.

He restrained himself from looking at the massage chair, picked up the mobile phone with one hand, tugged his thin lips, and picked up the document that had been reviewed long ago with the other hand, and then clicked on it.

"I am working."

His voice was a little too low, as if ice cubes flowed into the temperate zone along the Arctic Ocean, subtly concealing where he was just now.

But the final sound of his words was stagnant due to the picture on the screen.

I saw the little girl's wet black long hair holding half a ball head, dripping with water, and the light water droplets slid across her snow-colored skin, reflecting her already water-stained eyes, falling into her plump and soft pink. Lips... Halfway along her slender swan neck, tracing the clear shape of her collarbone, slowly dripping into the undulations of frost under her slender black shoulder straps.

The document Luo Tianlin picked up in his left hand suddenly stopped in the air.