The Full-level Boss Took the Sick and Weak Script

After all, stones cannot speak or struggle.

Su Nanzhi hugged the cold source, subconsciously rubbed her cheek against it, and suddenly found that the stone didn't seem that hard, but it was very comfortable to rub against

She is now a small source of heat, and finally found something that can cool herself down, and she refused to let go of it.

Su Nanzhi felt that the place she was holding in her hand seemed to be separated by something, and the touch was not cool enough. She groped her hand, as if she had found some entrance, and then stretched it in. The instant of coldness made Su Nanzhi He hummed with enjoyment.

But in the next second, something equally cold grabbed her hand and threw it out.

Su Nanzhi frowned.

Did not wake up.

But reluctantly entangled it like an octopus.

In the end, I was really impatient, so I simply turned over, pressed down on the cold stone, pressed my face against it, and muttered: "Don't move."

The stone did not move at all.

But I don't know if it's her illusion, I always feel that the cooling effect of this stone is not as good as before.

Su Nanzhi usually doesn't sleep like this, and sleeping on her stomach is actually not a good habit, but tonight, in order to suppress this restless rock, Su Nanzhi can only do this.

When daylight approached, Su Nanzhi finally fell asleep, her consciousness began to return, and she felt that there was something wrong under her body.

The moment he opened his eyes, a white light suddenly appeared, and the touch under his body disappeared instantly.

Su Nanzhi: "..."

Just now it seems that something is not right.

At the same time, in the villa in Wanlan Bay, there was a man who didn't sleep well all night, and he had a very charming dream.

Jiang Beiyu woke up dejectedly amidst the brisk ringtone of the phone. He glanced at the caller ID and pressed the answer button: "Tell me something."

A pompous voice came from over there, "Wow, did you use gunpowder early in the morning? Why are you so angry?"

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

He Jingchuan didn't hear him speak and continued to play freely, "Could it be that I interrupted my erotic dream?"

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

"No way, no way, I really guessed it right?" He Jingchuan couldn't imagine what kind of woman could make a narcissist like Jiang Beiyu have sex dreams, oh or what kind of man.

"When will your nonsense be as little as your money?" Jiang Beiyu sarcastically said.

He Jingchuan just invested a huge amount of money in a project not long ago, and it is now a time of poverty.

It was rare for He Jingchuan not to care about Jiang Beiyu's sarcasm, "Come on, tell me, what kind of vixen really fell in love with you?"

After Jiang Beiyu sneered, he said in a tone of beating: "I also want to know how much charm I have to make the vixen hold back in my dream."

He Jingchuan's focus shifted, "Ah, don't move, would that be cool?"

Jiang Beiyu: "..."

I don't know if the other party is happy or not, but Jiang Beiyu is very upset anyway.

He was pressed for almost a whole night, and in the end he couldn't even see his face clearly.

"Seriously," He Jingchuan finally remembered the purpose of his call, "The principal of your dear alma mater called me today to sincerely invite you to go back to be a professor, is it right?"

"He Jingchuan, have your brain been swallowed by your nonsense? Only you can believe this kind of empty promise."

Probably because he was too upset, Jiang Beiyu's personal attacks were quite inhumane.