He noticed the gazes of his subordinates.
Xu Qing buttoned up his shirt with a cold expression. His slender fingers moved quickly. If it wasn't for his reddened ears, one would have thought that he was as cold as usual.
His long fingers unconsciously touched his neck.
This was in the morning.
She suddenly pounced on him and kissed him hard.
It was called a stamp.
At that time, Xu Qing was dumbfounded. She stood there in a daze and allowed Fu Xi to do whatever she wanted, which left such a charming mark.
These days, his wife had been pestering him so much that he would always come to the Army on time. Today, she didn't pay attention and didn't button her military uniform properly.
This group of people had laughed at him.
The man's thin lips were slightly pursed, and there was a flash of annoyance in his eyes. He glanced around the meeting room and said in an indifferent voice, ""What are you laughing at? I'm having a meeting."