Song Yaoyao kicked her feet, grumbled impatiently, and tried to turn and bury herself into the quilt.
Huo Yunque grabbed onto the slippery little loach just in time. Holding onto her foot, he slipped on a pair of socks. He then wrapped her firmly in his coat and pulled her into his arms. In his hand, he was still holding her small leather shoes.
"Boss."
The crowd in the secretary's office heard the movement and stood up at once.
This scene...
Errr...
"Boss, are you finishing work?"
They lowered their voices as they spoke cautiously, their gazes subconsciously sweeping across the boss' arms as well as the shoes in his hands.
Who would have thought...
They clicked their tongues at this strange sight. When the cold-blooded and ruthless boss was gentle, no other man could compare!
Huo Manor.
Jiang Tao had been restless all night due to a foreboding feeling.
