There was a sudden knock on the door.

Jing Jiaren's back tensed: "Who!?"

"clothing."

"Oh..." Jing Jiaren carefully wrapped herself in a large bath towel, "Just leave it at the door. I'll get it myself later."

"..."

She approached the door, heard his footsteps gradually leaving, and seemed to sit back in his seat.

Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief. Was she a little nervous? She was very defensive after being made by Ximen Longting...

But it seemed as if a big hand was stroking her head, and Ximen Longting praised her condensingly:

【So good.】

"..."

[My woman must always have the awareness that she is my exclusive possession, Ximen Longting.]

Jing Jiaren shook her head to get rid of those arrogant and arrogant words.

Her soul is indeed branded with the mark of Ximen Longting...

She was naturally guarded against men other than Ximen Longting, to the point of being sensitive.

After all, past experiences taught her how to protect herself.

If Ximen Longting knew, he would be extremely happy...

Even if he didn't have to be jealous and yell in her ears, she would still protect her body for him.

Pushing the sofa away hard, Jing Jiaren leaned against the door and watched for a while to make sure there was no sound.

Then he opened the crack in the door, stretched out his hand very quickly, and took the clothes in.

Jian Chenche curled her lower lip coldly——

Does he look so much like ****?

So much so that a woman disguised herself as a country bumpkin before joining the company.

And every body language, expression, and information she revealed was all on her guard against him.

Jian Chenche lit a cigarette and narrowed his eyes slightly.

She was different from all the women who had always fawned over him and admired him so much that they wanted to pounce on him.

Jing Jiaren saw that what was delivered was a set of the latest spring clothes from Milan.

The black knitted jumpsuit is simple in style, but it tests your figure...

A little too much meat will make it look bloated, and too thin will make it too dry and flat to hold up.

The most important thing is that it has a tight fit.

It can also be worn by fat people.

That is to say, Jing Jiaren can wear it no matter what size it is, but the effect depends entirely on her original figure.

Jian Chenche, did he do it on purpose?

There are so many styles to choose from, so I have to choose this one...

Then I picked up the **** Jian Chenche gave me. The size was too small. It was uncomfortable to take it off as soon as I put it on.

The professional clothes she usually wears are too big. She is already thin and looks like she has no material. No wonder Jian Chenche thought she was——a****.

She is actually a C cup.

Jing Jiaren was a little dumbfounded, and quickly comforted herself. If he had sharp eyes and could see her naked body through the loose business clothes, then this man would be dangerous and terrible, and he should stay away from her.

Picking up the hook on the wall, she wanted to find Jian Chenche to change her **** number. She couldn't help but wear ****?

But it’s hard to say.

At this time, I was very upset that I didn’t even have a single good friend in the company.

Jing Jiaren dialed the boss's semicolon, 8888, arrogant and easy to remember.

"Is something wrong?"

"Can you help me change my clothes?"

"Can't wear it?"

"No...I like loose ones."

"No time." Click, I was hung up.

Jing Jiaren turned back and found the old **** from the pile of clothes, sniffed it, and found it was okay...

There is no smell infection inside.
Chapter completed!