Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

This is also the reason why the cosmetic industry has become more and more popular in recent years.

Of course, because of the popularity of the plastic surgery industry, several related companies under the Xingyu Group also made a lot of money.

"That's not true. As long as it's not too ugly, don't bother, spend money, and you have to suffer. What a grievance."

"Anyway, we don't want to be a star, and we don't rely on this face to eat."

Su Qiao was really worried that this guy had plastic surgery.

After all, this guy has done weirder, more outrageous things.

Sometimes even because of her random spit, it will make a lot of people move.

"You don't need plastic surgery under your conditions, but your dark circles are a bit obvious, and there are bloodshot eyes in your eyes. Did you steal food last night?"

Cen Mohan unconsciously touched his eyes.

In fact, his dark circles have improved a lot.

"Stealing food?"

"There's no food to steal near my house." He wouldn't do such a boring thing either.

Su Qiao: "..."

"What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Cen Mohan saw that her expression was wrong, and realized that there was a problem with his answer just now.

"No." Talking to him about stealing vegetables, she did it by herself, and she admitted it.

"You don't sleep well, do you?"

He looked fine, but there was a little dark blue around his eyes. At first, she thought it was because he had mixed blood and his eyes were darker.

But there are red blood in the eyes, that is not the reason for the deep eyelid.

"Yes, I have a sleep disorder, and it is difficult to fall asleep. This is also something that has always troubled me. I have seen many doctors, and the treatment effect is not good."

Cen Mohan was very calm and looked at Su Qiao meaningfully: "However, it has eased a lot recently. It should be because the air in the country is good, so let's nourish people with water and soil!"

"That's good." Su Qiao asked casually. He said it was relieved, and she didn't say more.

Cen Mohan glanced at the little white face with red eyes in the rest area.

"I thought you were really a face control. As long as you look good, you don't care about anything."

It turned out to be just an excuse to get rid of this little white face.

The mood suddenly felt a lot better.

Su Qiao stretched out his hand to block the swaying sandbag, and stared at him with some bad eyes: "Are you insinuating?"

"Do you think it's too superficial for me to talk to a mama and treasure boy who has no taste and responsibility for the sake of a good-looking face?"

"I didn't say you're superficial, but, besides having a good-looking face, what else is worth your time to waste time talking to him?"

After all, don't you just hate her coming back with Wang Zhiyao.

Su Qiao rolled her eyes at him: "I'm angry, can't I take revenge?"

"If you want revenge, you don't need to delay like this, right?"

Wouldn't it be more fun to be trampled to death all at once?

Cen Mohan really didn't want to see her getting involved with that kind of man again.

He was afraid that he would not be able to help himself and crush the man to death.

Of course, you can't just mess around in the country, but he does have a way to get people out of the country.

"I'm bored, okay?"

The more he refuses, the more she has to do it.

Why should she compromise if he is not happy?

Cen Mohan felt her unhappiness, and knew that it would only make the relationship more rigid.

"Row."

"You can do whatever you want."

If something goes wrong, he will come to the end.

And now...he should bear it! I'm afraid that if this happens again, it will scare people away.

"Speaking of which, who are you to me? It's so broad."

Su Qiao was really speechless.

Even if they met for the first time, they had only known each other for half a month, right?

Cen Mohan raised his eyebrows with a good temper: "Friend, can't you ask?"