Chapter 508

Suqin thought that Mr. President must be a very serious and rigorous person. Unexpectedly, he was still a child in his life habits.

Su Qin takes a deep breath. She reaches out her hand, and her slender fingers gently hold a man's small arm. She lifts it up with a small heart, tucks in the edge of the pressed quilt, and gently puts his arm. Su Qin carefully holds his other small arm again, ready to do so again.

Suddenly the sleeping man opened his eyes, and his hand quickly and accurately clasped Suqin's wrist. Although the injured man, his wrist was still amazing. Suxi gave a low cry of pain and wanted to pull out his hand, but he was tightly held by the man.

"Mr. President, it's me." Suqin hurried out.

The man's eyes narrowed, and his deep, pool like eyes stared at her for a few seconds. He let go of his hand and his voice was a little hoarse. "What are you doing in?"

"Uncle Li asked me to cover you up for fear that you might catch cold." Suqin replied truthfully that even if her wrist was pinched a little, she dared not show it.

The man looked down at his left arm in the quilt, he believed her words, his eyes light slightly flow, fell on Suqin's face, her long hair is not tied up, under the dim light, her face is still as bright and white as the moonlight, her eyes are still full of panic and helpless.

"Pour me a glass of water." The man gave an order. He didn't seem to want to sleep any more. He propped up his arms at both ends of his body and sat up.

Suqin carefully put up a pillow for him, and stuffed another one beside to make him feel more comfortable.

"I'll pour you water now." Suqin finished, and quickly went out downstairs.

There are also lights in the hall, so it won't be dark. Suqin poured a glass of lukewarm boiled water and went upstairs, thinking that the man was thirsty and didn't dare to stay for a moment and sent it to him.

The man took the water, raised his head and drank half of it. After drinking it, he handed it to Suqin. Suqin took it and put it on the table beside her. Her hands hung slightly. "What else can I do for you, President?"

"I can't sleep well. Can you massage my temples?" The man raised his eyes. There was no order from the president, but a request.

"Of course." Suqin nodded, because she used to work under too much pressure, so she learned a complete set of massage techniques in a traditional Chinese medicine, which can help her reduce the pressure and go to sleep quickly.

The man relies on the bed, and if she wants to massage him, she must be close to him. At this moment, Suqin doesn't know how to do it.

As if to see through her embarrassment, the man could not help but move his body, the whole person leaned on the edge of the bed, also convenient for her to stand aside and do things.

Suqin saw him lean over, and she reached out and touched his temples.

At the moment when the skin touched, Suqin felt a burning sensation in her finger abdomen. She could not help but worry and put her hand on the man's forehead, testing his temperature, for fear that he would not get hot.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly. "I'm ok."

Suqin did find that his temperature was normal. She could not help swallowing her saliva and began to use the massage technique learned from traditional Chinese medicine to gently press up beside the man's temple. At the same time, her fingers were also inserted into his hair and gently pressed his scalp to make him more relaxed.

The man's eyes narrowed slightly, like Suqin's massage, which made him comfortable, light and smooth. Suqin's fingers were gentle and nimble, and pressed for nearly 20 minutes.

"All right, all right." The man asked her to stop, press so long, Suqin's fingers are still a little sour.

She pulled away her hand and said to him, "Mr. President, you can sleep a little longer!"

"Well!" The man answered lightly, Suqin took out the pillow behind for him, the man also moved the body after lying down, slept again.

Suqin reached out to tuck in the quilt corner for him. Because of doing these things, she needed to lean down. Her long hair on her shoulder slipped down smoothly, and the soft hair slipped inadvertently from the man's side face. He seemed to be shocked for a while, and his expression was a little startled.

Suqin also found that her hair slipped on his face. She quickly reached for her long hair and put it back to her head. She pressed her naughty hair on her chest. "I'm sorry."

The man's eyes looked at her unfathomably. Suqin touched his eyes. Her heart beat faster. She looked down flustered and felt that she had offended him.

"I'll have my hair tied next time." Suqin said without a clue.

"Nothing." It seems that the man didn't blame her, and his eyes could not help following her chest. Suqin found that the silk pajamas, after her covering, she was shocked and felt that she didn't wear underwear

When she is covering, the shape of her chest is obviously prominent. She can't help breathing. She's going crazy. How can she forget to wear it?

The man saw it, but his eyes did not change. He said to her, "go back to sleep!"

"Good night." Suqin said in panic, turning around and running out.

Suqin still closes the door in the lightest way. She doesn't know. Looking at her like a deserter, she gently hooks the sexy and charming corner of the man's mouth.

When Suqin returned to the room, her breath and heart beat were disordered. Her hands were around her arms, as if she was still on guard. She was so embarrassed. She had never been in front of a man so flustered and reckless.

He saw it! He must have seen it in the direction of his bed.

Does he think she didn't wear it on purpose? Suqin's face was inexplicably hot. She didn't mean it. She just forgot.

In the morning, Suqin was awakened by the alarm clock. She couldn't help sitting up and looking at the time. Fortunately, she didn't oversleep. At seven o'clock on time, her eyes were swollen due to lack of sleep, but usually she would be better if she washed a cold face.

She washed her face and quickly picked out a suit of clothes to put on. Ten minutes later, she dressed neatly and looked elegant. She went downstairs and saw the man who had been sitting there for breakfast.

Her face was dark and hot for a few minutes. At this time, the man was drinking porridge gracefully, and a pair of deep eyes threw their eyes at her side. Suqin happened to bump into her, and her eyes flashed away.

But the heart is struggling again. Why does she do this? She shouldn't, he is Mr. President, she is his staff, she should look at him head-on, and shouldn't have any pinching behavior.

After some heart building, Suqin recovered her peace. She went to the man with a smile and respectfully said, "good morning, Mr. President."

"Good morning." The man answered her in a low voice.

This voice, more than yesterday seems to have a sense of intimacy, also means that the man accepted her existence.

Suqin chuckled, and she sat in her seat while the man was still staring at her.