Chapter 422 President Luo's Wolf Heart

After Luo Tianlin took a shower, changed his clothes and went to work in the company.

Xia Bohe groaned, jumped onto the big bed and rolled over.

Fuck.

Fortunately, she thought Luo Tianlin was a straight steel man who couldn't be flirted with!

But this dog man!

The rabbit doesn't eat the grass beside the nest, so he wants to plant the grass in other people's house to steal it!

He's so wolfish, he's not human!

However, this man's endurance is really amazing.

He actually has to endure it for three more years... Hey, has he always kept himself clean?

Three years later, wouldn't it be the first time that the thunder and the earth will explode, and he will vent all the innocence and patience of the past few years, and make her cry hard?

How many times does that take a night?

Will her waist be broken?

It's not really the same as in the novel, she can't get down the next day, she can't even walk.

The more Xia Bohe thought about it, the more she devoted herself to it, her small face was as if she had applied blush.

"Xia Xia, you won't have a fever, will you?" Lin Qi just finished sorting out her itinerary, came to her room, and wanted to call her for dinner.

"Ah, no!" Xia Bohe immediately covered her hot cheeks.

Terrible, thinking about three years later, I couldn't help but feel high.

"Sister Seven, your Mr. Luo can really bear it, I really suspect that he is a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle."

"Huh?" Lin Qi was at a loss, but quickly nodded, "The boss is like this. I heard from Chen Xin that before he took over the group, half of the senior management refused to accept him and thought he was young. As a result, the boss did not accept anything. Didn't say anything, just flew to Gordon University as a lecturer in the Department of Finance in the first year of taking over the company."

"He directly persuaded the old professor of the Department of International Finance over there to let the professor become a consultant for the Luo family. After returning to China, the boss gave the first executive of the Luo family who graduated from Gordon, the person who took the lead in the rebellion, to him indirectly. Recovered."

"That executive didn't dare to fart from now on, because he married the old professor's daughter. If he is disobedient, he will be educated by Taishan when he returns."

Xia Bohe: "!"

This Luo Tianlin is a black belly at all.

The method is very... tricky!

"Winning without fighting is the kingly way advocated by the boss. Fighting and killing, he thinks it is low-end." Lin Qi also sighed, "No one in the group dares to challenge him now, and everyone in the group is caught in the hands of the boss. Chen Xin knows a lot of stories, if your wife is interested, you can ask him."

Xia Bohe trembled.

If he knew that she was pretending to be a white lotus, he might be uprooted...!

Fuck!

It's like walking on eggshells!

Why didn't anyone tell her that Luo Tianlin was so dangerous before? It's all because the author of the novel didn't write clearly!

"Forget it," Xia Bohe patted her little heart, "Give it a go, a bicycle becomes a motorcycle."

At least now he still wants to take care of himself.

Damn, how did you change from a wife to a baby?

Xia Bohe reacted suddenly, she almost wanted to cry.

But it doesn't matter, in three years, she hastened her time, and maybe she can realize the freedom of wealth before she terminates the contract with Chongyi!

At that time, who will raise whom is still a problem!

"Miss Seventh, we're about to sprint, fasten your seat belts so you don't get thrown off the car~"

Xia Bohe clenched her fists.

A week later, the first draft of the theme song of "Winter Frost" came out. The sound engineer and songwriter Lu Xinhan wanted to meet the film crew and the singer.

Liu Kai suspends his affairs for a day, and asks Mr. Tao, who takes care of everything on a daily basis, to personally take Xia Bohe and Xu Rongwei to the recording studio.

"Listen to the demo first." The man in blue and white sportswear, sitting in the recording studio with his legs crossed, took a cigar in one hand and sniffed it through his nose. He pointed to the empty seat in front of him, "Who is the singer?"

"Old rules." He twirled his cigar and looked at them half asleep.

"I don't sell those with tone deafness."