Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love (Mr. President, Unbridled Love)

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"Ah?" Qiao Muer woke up from the strange emotion, her almond eyes blinked, as if she didn't understand Yue Zheng's words.

He raised his eyebrows coldly, and repeated again: "Can you sew buttons? With a needle and thread."

Only then did Qiao Mu'er finally understand, and she took a deep breath. It turned out that his approach just now was to see the situation of her neckline clearly, not what she thought.

Realizing that she was being passionate, the girl's already hot face became more flushed.

She nodded, and answered in a low voice because of a guilty conscience: "Yes."

Yue Zheng put his hand on the side of her face, and his body, which was much taller than her, left.

His brows were still cold, and he took out a box of things from the small grid in front of the car with his other hand and handed it over.

Only then did Qiao Muer realize that what Yue Zheng handed over was a small combination of needle and thread.

Inside are threads of several colors, needles of various sizes, and some buttons.

"Sew it yourself." Yue Zheng said in a cold tone.

Qiao Muer took over the needle and thread combination, and at this moment, she was completely awake.

He went to find her in the classroom, took her out of the school gate, put her in the car, and approached her—all because the collar of her school uniform was open and there were no buttons.

Thinking of her deliberate provocation to Yue Zheng outside the school gate just now, Qiao Muer saw through Yue Zheng's intentions. He was indeed a 'good brother', and she was afraid that her future sister-in-law would lose the Lu family.

After she took over the needlework, she became dull and silent, and Qiao Muer didn't know why she was angry.

The girl's slender fingers took out a similar needle from the small box, threaded it on against the light, and took out a button, then put it on the collar of her chest, and began to sew.

Although Qiao Muer was Miss Jiao, she was taught in the labor class of the school such as sewing a button.

She sews very seriously, and she can't be serious, because if she is not serious, her thoughts will drift to another person in the car.

And the man she worried would stir her thoughts was sitting in the driver's seat with one hand on the steering wheel, looking at her slightly sideways.

The girl's flushed cheeks had gradually calmed down, and dimples were looming on her shiny and fair face.

Her eyes were a little wet, she looked like a poor deer being bullied.

The appearance of bowing her head to sew buttons was rare, gentle and demure, a little different from the reckless and unruly little princess in the man's memory.

Yue Zheng's gaze gradually deepened, and many affections that he hadn't even noticed flashed through his blue pupils.

On the other side, Qiao Muer didn't have time to observe Yue Zheng's changes.

She was busy coping with the situation at hand.

Although Qiao Muer knew how to sew buttons, it was very inconvenient to sew two broken buttons on the collar of her school uniform.

Because she was wearing her school uniform, and the broken button was at the neckline.

As long as she lowers her head to sew for a while, some soft hair will slip down and block her.

Even if she pinned her hair behind her ears and lowered her head for a while, her long hair would slide down and block her view.

I don't know how many times the hair on the ear side fell down.

Qiao Muer pinched the buttons and needlework with one hand, and was about to brush her long hair back behind her ears with the other hand.

The man's slender fingers suddenly approached the girl's ear, lifting her slipping hair.

When Qiao Muer's hair was picked up more and more, the man's fingertips with a slightly cool touch brushed her earlobe inadvertently.

The girl who was seriously sewing buttons suddenly froze.

That strange feeling reappeared.

All the blood rushes to the same place——

Even if she didn't look in the mirror, Qiao Muer could imagine that her earlobes and neck must be all red.

[I still don't tell the time, it's almost an hour and a chapter, it's really too stuck`]

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