Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Xiao Ran is a veteran in the workplace, and someone next to Tang Yu. He can't do flattering things, but he pays special attention to words. When he is polite, he will also mention something.

Put a small medicine kit in Pei Qiqi's hands and smiled, "The president is very busy, so be considerate."

Pei Qiqi heard the difference, but she did not explain.

Back to Tang Yu's office, she closed the door gently, leaning her back against the door panel, watching Tang Yu looking through the documents.

His coat was removed, only a white shirt and black trousers, looking extraordinarily elegant.

Especially the diamond buckles on the cuffs are faintly visible, and the gestures are very pleasing to the eye.

She didn't understand why a man like him would buy her...

As he was thinking, Tang Yu's voice sounded: "Come here and apply the medicine!"

He said, got up and walked to the sofa to sit down, then looked at Pei Qiqi at the door.

Pei Qiqi had the embarrassment of being caught, and quickly walked over and sat beside him.

Opening the medicine cabinet, she looked up at his wound again...

"Have anyone treated the wound?" he asked suddenly.

Pei Qiqi was taken aback, then smiled slightly, his voice low, "Take care of it for myself!"

And many times!

Tang Yu's eyes tightened, and he twitched in his heart. That unspeakable pain spread to the nerves of his body...

Looking at her drooping face intently, her voice was a little dumb: "It used to be very hard?"

Pei Qiqi raised her eyes suddenly, she looked at him with a touch of wrong jaw in her eyes.

Except for Pei Minghe, no one cared whether she had a hard time...

Those past flashed in her mind like rewinding, and finally, she lowered her head, her voice was a little soft, "Good!"

Tang Yu sighed, how could it be better? If it will be good, she will not be sold to him.

Reached out and touched her long black hair, "I won't work hard anymore."

Pei Qiqi didn't answer the conversation wisely, and concentrated on treating his wounds... She also wisely didn't ask about him being beaten by Lin Jinrong.

Her technique was very skilled, and she was so proficient that it made him a little heartache, always feeling that the last thing was cheaper than Zhou Meilin.

His fingers suddenly caught her little hand, did not speak, just stared at her little face intently.

Pei Qiqi smiled slightly, "When I was young, when my father was away, I was often beaten. Later, I became smarter. Every time I was beaten, I deliberately let my aunt hit me in the face. Dad would ask her when he saw it! "

With that, she looked at Tang Yu.

Under those gazes, Mr. Tang was almost embarrassed and coughed slightly, "You were very thoughtful when you were a kid!"

"Well, that's how it is often beaten!" She said as she put away the medicine box, "Okay, it's pretty!"

Pretty?

Tang Yu only felt that her technique was very good, and he hardly felt any pain.

When she said this, he went to the bathroom and took a look.

The corner of his mouth was painted with purple potion exaggeratedly by her... it was very eye-catching.

Pei Qiqi followed, leaned at the door, and smiled very lightly, "You said that you can let me do the same to you once."

Tang Yu was startled, then shook his head, "Pei Qiqi, you are so brave!?"

But she was already very courageous. He still had meetings in the afternoon. She made the corners of his mouth like this. How did he meet people?

Moreover, she painted the wound into a purple heart shape.

Tang Yu hooked her long arm and dragged her into the bathroom.