Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

"Don't worry, you can't die."

Su Qiao didn't want to talk about it, but thinking of his current identity, he threw out a sentence.

"Oh." Lin Shen took a step back, a little wary.

How is it so coincidental?

met again?

Looking closely, although this little girl looks like a doll, her stern face gives people a very uncomfortable feeling.

There was an air of contradiction in him.

It's really hard to ignore, and it's no wonder that even the president keeps staring at him.

only……

For the safety of the president, it is better to keep a distance.

Thinking of this, Lin Shen wanted to retreat, but unexpectedly saw the shadow cast on the ground beside him.

He turned his head to look, only to find that the president of his family had followed.

"President, she..." Lin Shen wanted to remind him.

"It's alright." Qin Mohan gave him a sideways glance, and his eyes fell on the slender girl on the ground.

He was standing by the bridge rail just now, and he glanced at it casually.

Unexpectedly, with just one glance, his eyes were fixed.

Not because of the girl's delicate and beautiful face, but because of the calm to indifferent expression on the girl's face.

This is not how an ordinary little girl should behave.

What's more, in the previous car accident, the girl should have jumped out of the car window before the car got out of control.

It can be seen that something must have happened in the car before that, so she had to choose to jump from the car.

Qin Mohan narrowed his narrow black eyes slightly.

With such courage and being so calm, he is not an ordinary person.

No wonder when he was in the elevator before, he felt that this girl was a bit special.

Looking closer now, this feeling is even stronger.

The eyes are black and white, clear and bright, and the obsidian-like pupils are unusually deep and cold under the illumination of the street lamps.

These eyes are so beautiful.

My heart is itching, I want to collect it.

Feeling moved, Qin Mohan slightly opened his thin lips: "Can you still get up?"

Hearing this low, magnetic, but unusually flat inquiry, Su Qiao shook her dizzy head and restrained the sharpness of her eyes.

The voice was a little weak: "My foot is sprained, and I feel dizzy and want to vomit."

Oh, it gets really fast.

In just a moment, his eyes became pure and incapable of attacking, just like a little white rabbit.

It's just that that delicate little face is expressionless, which makes people feel a little contrasting for no reason.

Kind of cute, want.

Qin Mohan twitched his calloused fingers, and suddenly such a ridiculous thought came up.

It's really a bit like the little white cat he raised when he was a child.

They all look very delicate, but they are actually very fierce.

However, no matter how ruthless, in his hands...

At this moment, Qin Mohan had the idea of ​​raising people up in his heart.

Maybe it would be nice to have a little something.

The irritability of the past few days suddenly disappeared, and Qin Mohan's mood suddenly improved a lot.

Lin Shen knew that his own president said little and didn't like to talk too much, so he stepped forward again:

"It should be a concussion. It will be better after a short rest. When the doctor comes, let the doctor check it carefully. It will be fine."

"But fortunately, there is no major problem with the people. The car and the driver have all fallen into the river, and they are still bubbling. It is estimated that there is more luck than luck."

Fortunately, his driving skills are not bad.

If this is not careful, it will be like that car, it will hit the bridge fence and plunge into the river...

He could hardly imagine such a scene.

Lin Shen wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"How bad is it?" Su Qiao sneered softly: "Oh, it's cheaper for him."

If the person hadn't died and fell into her hands, he would have poured all of her poison on him, concocted him into a medicine man, and let him taste what life is better than death.

"what?"