Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

"You're scared?"

Su Qiao hugged the pillow and looked at him curiously.

"Aren't you a writer of supernatural and suspenseful things? Are you still afraid of these?"

Li Jingtai smiled gently, reached out and scratched her nose: "I'm not afraid, I'm worried about you."

"You've been in poor spirits recently, you haven't slept well, and you have dark circles under your eyes. If you go on like this, you won't be beautiful."

Poor sleep, bad spirits, aren't these all caused by you?

Pretend to be quite similar.

If she didn't know the truth, she would really be deceived by his caring and considerate appearance.

"Oh, so you like my look!"

"But people eventually get old. Is it because I'm old and wrinkled, you don't like it anymore?"

Su Qiao hugged the little gray throw pillow embroidered with little white flowers, and looked at him sideways with the willful expression of a little girl.

Li Jingtai smiled and reached out and poked her full forehead: "Silly girl, I like everything you do."

"And when you get old, didn't I also become a greasy uncle or a hunchbacked little old man? I'm afraid you will dislike me."

"You're right, if you get old and turn into a greasy old man with a shiny face and a round belly, I'll really despise you."

"."

Li Jingtai was choked.

The following words, almost can not be connected.

This is seriously inconsistent with his plan!

Could it be that his charm has declined?

Is it because you haven't cleaned yourself up recently?

Should I get a new haircut, or should I change my style first?

"Cough, in order not to dislike you, I can only exercise more, maintain more health, and try to keep myself young and in good shape now."

Su Qiao didn't let him go down the steps, so Li Jingtai could only find the steps by himself.

However, he once again found that Su Qiao was different from the past.

The previous Su Qiao, although a little cold and arrogant, was actually very delicate and always thought of others from the perspective of others.

Su Qiao said shamelessly: "Your current body proportions are not very good, your muscles are loose, and you lack exercise."

Li Jingtai: "."

He clearly works out three days a week. Although his muscles are not obvious, they are not loose, right?

Li Jingtai looked down at his abdomen.

Is it because of writing and sitting for too long recently that I have gained some fat?

Su Qiao thought that the blow was not enough, so she reached out and raised his chin, and looked at his face carefully:

"And your face, you should also take good care of it. It has large pores, nasolabial lines, and serious dark circles under the eyes. It looks like you have bags under the eyes. This is a symptom of aging."

"Is it?"

Li Jingtai felt a little less confident, and unconsciously touched his face.

Su Qiao's heart flashed a trace of evil.

This guy is manipulative and demands perfection in everything he does.

From appearance to character, from work to life, he disguised himself as a perfect man.

Even a few abstract paintings on the wall are chosen to reveal a warm pastoral style.

But he forgot that there are no perfect people in this world.

If you don't know how to paint, you really can't see anything in those paintings.

But Su Qiao saw the gloomy atmosphere in those slightly abstract paintings at a glance.

Li Jingtai, who was critically beaten by Su Qiao from his body to his face, fell into frustration for the first time.

He felt like a failure.

It turned out that what he thought was perfect, in her eyes, was like this.

"It's getting late, where do I sleep?"

After hitting him, Su Qiao yawned and stood up decisively.