Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

"This matter needs to be settled quickly. I'm afraid that Xiao Qiao will notice something and cause her mood swings. What should I do if she has a heart attack?"

Although the son's words are well-founded, Mrs. Cheng is very clear about his son's temperament.

This is tempting, but it's a shame.

He got up and walked over, patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Don't worry! Mom is watching. If she really has it, Mom will definitely tell you as soon as possible."

"That's good."

Cheng Haoming felt embarrassed that he was seen through, he nodded perfunctorily, and went upstairs.

Mrs. Cheng smiled complacently when she saw her son's escaped back.

"Hehe, this is called Jiang still old and spicy!"

"That little girl Su Qiao still wants to fight with me?"

444 looked at this scene and was a little stunned: [Host, Cheng Haoming is really tempted by Mei Yuxin? 】

"Well, according to the way the male and female protagonists get along, it should be."

She doesn't care anyway.

Su Qiao sat on the swing rattan chair on the balcony, swaying slowly, enjoying the refreshing feeling of the evening breeze brushing her cheeks.

After thinking for a while, she picked up the mobile phone on the table, opened WeChat, found Qi Muhan's avatar very accurately, and clicked the voice and video request.

The video was quickly connected, and Qi Muhan in a white striped shirt appeared on the screen.

He was sitting behind his desk at this point, apparently still working on a copy.

"Xiao Qiao, are you feeling well?"

As soon as he answered the phone, Qi Muhan habitually cared about her body first, and looked at her face at the same time.

The afterglow of the evening scattered on Su Qiao, who was dressed in white embroidered linen clothes, had a strange beauty.

Qi Muhan took a breath, and was suddenly caught by the shadow.

"I'm fine, just a little bored."

While Su Qiao swayed slowly, she pinned the wind-blown hair behind her ears.

"Brother Qi, when are you going back to China?"

"Come on, the seminar will end in about ten days. I'll bring you a gift. What do you want?"

Qi Muhan's eyes darkened, and he quietly put on the glasses on one side, blocking the aggression in his eyes.

Su Qiao raised her mouth slightly and shook her head: "I don't want anything, as long as you come back, Big Brother Qi."

Qi Muhan frowned slightly.

Did something happen again?

Or... what clue did she find?

Su Qiao noticed his expression: "What are you thinking, so serious."

Qi Muhan carefully observed her expression and found nothing unusual, so he felt relieved.

A rare teasing smile appeared: "Why, do you miss Big Brother Qi?"

Su Qiao nodded honestly: "Yes, I think about it a bit."

"Brother Qi, did you miss me?"

Su Qiao answered calmly, as if she was talking about eating and sleeping.

Qi Muhan suddenly felt that the heat was starting to rise, and he touched his earlobe unnaturally: "Cough, I... Of course I miss you."

Afraid of scaring her, she quickly said, "I've been worrying about your body, I'm afraid you will have any other accident."

"Little Qiao, how are you feeling these days? Have you ever felt uncomfortable?"

"Yes." Su Qiao teased him deliberately.

"what?"

Qi Muhan got up and said, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"What's wrong? Chest cramps? Or tightness and breathlessness?"

Su Qiao propped her chin up and smiled at this nervous man whose face suddenly changed.