Gu Jin held Song Suihuan tightly in her arms, and moved his head forward, "Take a good look, where is the bald spot?"
The longer hair on her forehead swept across Song Suihuan's face. She was a little flustered and pushed Gu Jin's shoulder with one hand, but her body was weak at this time and she didn't have much strength in her hands.
It's as if you want to refuse but welcome again.
Instead of pushing Gu Jin away, the two of them became even closer.
Song Suihuan quickly grabbed a handful of his head and pulled out three black and shiny hair.
"..."
"In order to prove that I'm bald, you don't have to really tilt your head, right?" Gu Jin teased.
Song Suihuan raised his hands and personally destroyed the evidence in front of the victim, then looked like he had nothing to do with me.
Of course, she forgot her current situation.
Gu Jin grabbed Song Suihuan's waist and pinched her, "You are very brave, huh? You would dare to pluck the hair from a tiger's head."
The atmosphere was really ambiguous. Song Suihuan just wanted to end it quickly. She lowered her head and said, "If that doesn't work, I'll pull it back for you."
Gu Jin didn't take action. He was not that naive yet. At this moment, Qin Yao called and he picked up the phone from the carpet to answer it.
"Brother Jin, my dad can be discharged from the hospital. Do you want to come over?" Qin Yao asked over there.
Song Suihuan sat up straight in Gu Jin's arms. She stood up slowly. He didn't stop her and said "ok" to her.
Immediately, Song Suihuan went to the study.
The study room was designed in a uniform white color. Song Suihuan nestled into the large office chair and stared at the row of small words on the book for a long time before realizing that the book had been knocked over.
There was the sound of a car starting outside, and she frowned, not liking this feeling.
She is very rational and thinks that she is a person who is insensitive to emotions, and touching is due to the instinctive desire of the body.
But once it affects your mood, you must interrupt it in time.
She didn't want to cause trouble for herself.
…
After three days off.
Song Suihuan returned to work at Gu's and spent a longer time practicing in the boxing gym. She arrived at the company a little later than usual.
Passing by the tea room, a group of employees huddled together.
"Why is Qin Yao so lucky? She is pampered by a handsome man like Mr. Jin!"
"Mr. Sumire's rumored fiancée is Qin Yao, right?"
"I heard that Mr. Jin was a prodigal for a while. Could it be that the prodigal son turned back because of Qin Yao?"
Gossip is like a spice in daily work and life. Regardless of whether it is true or false, everyone catches the gossip, adds fuel and jealousy, and passes the boring time by lusting after others.
"I didn't expect that Vice President Song also likes to hear gossip?"
Song Suihuan saw that it was Deng Jiaqi, ignored him, and walked to his office.
Deng Jiaqi followed Song Suihuan to the office like a piece of candy. He pressed the automatic curtains in her office, went to the sofa and crossed his legs, "The company's punishment for you has been over."
Song Suihuan put down her bag without looking at him, "What's the punishment?"
"Aren't you a family? Didn't they tell you?" Deng Jiaqi looked in disbelief, "Because you wanted to check the paint, which led to a fight. Qin Yaoan went to the hospital, and there were three rapists who ran out of the villa area. There have been reports online saying that the villa area has bad feng shui and is unsafe."
Song Suihuan frowned. No one told her about the punishment.
What happened next was within her expectations.
"What about the company's corresponding treatment?" Song Suihuan asked.
Deng Jiaqi straightened his tie and coughed lightly, "At times like this, shouldn't you care more about yourself? I heard that your proposal to record a major demerit this time was made by Gu Jin."
Song Suihuan opened the document and paused, "You understand."
"You've been sleeping with him for so long, and he doesn't even give you this bit of friendship. What do you want?" Deng Jiaqi clicked his tongue twice.
"Money, status, reputation." Just don't care about people.
Deng Jiaqi chuckled and almost laughed.
At this time, the door was opened outwards, and an unruly figure appeared at the door, with a slightly cold tone, "What are you talking about? Are you so happy?"
