He looked back and asked in Chen Bing's eyes.

"That..." She laughed twice, rubbed her fists and palms, stretched out her palms to him, "Give it to me."

"How many millions are needed?" He took out the check clip from his pocket and prepared to write her a check.

"What's the billion?" She blinked innocently.

"Nonsense, of course it's money." He glanced at her coldly.

Think she was asking him for money?

Damn it! The misunderstanding is huge!

He is too generous, right? He just needs to pay 100 million yuan? He is impatient with hundreds of millions or tens of millions?

She just likes such a super cultural and qualitative boss.

"Who asked you for money?" She was moved and forced the check sheet to him back into her pocket. "That... I want the scab that fell from my face just now."

She saw him holding it in her hand with sharp eyes and didn't throw it away.

He frowned his dark eyebrows, "I can't give it to you."

"Why!" she exclaimed a little angry, "Press the little scab that fell from my face, don't you feel disgusted or respond?"

"No." The cold male voice was very straightforward.

"No matter." She reached out to grab it, "Give it to me quickly."

When she thought of the scab in his hand, her scalp became numb, and she felt that her noble image in the mind of the male god was about to be ruined.

"What fell on my hand, then it's mine." A deep meaning flowed in his cold and cold star's eyes, and he stared at her steadily.

I like to keep you with you all the time, even if it's just a little bit of your skin.

She couldn't understand why he insisted so much, "Forget it, let it go."

He waved his hand boldly.

Seeing that he almost wrote a check for her just now, he gave it to him.

Bai Qinghao walked to the desk in the study and sat down, opened the drawer, found a small transparent plastic box that was the size of a thumb and filled with tablets, and put a little dry and hard scab on her face into the box.

After watching for a while, I put it in my top pocket with satisfaction.

In the master bedroom, Fang Xinxin noticed that a European-style carved dressing table was placed next to the luxurious large bed.

She called on the butler Zhao Cheng to ask, "Is this dressing table for me?"

"Miss Fang San, it was bought by the young master. He said it would be more convenient for you to live here, and the makeup and skin care products on the dressing table were also prepared for you."

Fang Xinxin was very moved.

She knew in her previous life that he was a tough guy and did not like to put on feminine things in her room.

Unexpectedly, he would do this on his own initiative.

"Go down." She waved.

The butler Zhao Cheng glanced at her face with a strange look and stepped down respectfully.

Fang Xinxin was wearing pajamas and sitting in front of the dressing table, combed her long hair in front of the mirror.

Suddenly, her eyes touched herself in the mirror, and she almost screamed in fear.

The densely packed small acne scabs on their faces were all covered with dry and hard corners, and they looked like they were falling off at any time.

She reached out and touched her face, and a few scabs fell off naturally.

There are so many dry and hard scabs that are tilted at the same time and cannot be taken off. The self in the mirror is like shooting a horror movie, a terrible feeling of sight.

Turn off the lights, and only the dim light strips were turned on.

Looking again, a "female ghost" appeared in the mirror with a pure natural "female ghost" without makeup and a skin-losing face!

Fang Xinxin sighed that she was so scary that she could get hooked up with a female ghost.
Chapter completed!