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Chapter 180: He Doesn't Care About the Paranoid Boss (22)
The closet is huge and there are a lot of clothes in it.
Kona darkened.
What kind of stuff is this? One piece is cooler than one piece.
Now in this world, just a few pieces of cloth can be called clothes?
Turning around, after searching for a full half an hour, Kona reluctantly chose a miniskirt with an umbilical strap on it.
Although the collocation is not good-looking, it can barely be regarded as a set of normal clothes anyway.
The original owner's figure is very good, and the tight sling outlines her beautiful figure.
The short skirt is really short, and if the action is bigger, it will be a happy one.
Kona actually didn't care much, but the original owner's body is not very good. Si Jue hasn't fallen in love with her yet, so naturally he won't feel sorry for her.
There is little restraint in doing some things.
Can take half of her life away.
Kona simply took the sheet and wrapped it around him and went downstairs.
Si Jue was sitting at the dining table, looking at the morning paper, with a cup of coffee in front of him.
Kona pulled the chair away and sat down, tore some bread, and asked casually, "Does Mr. Si Jue only drink coffee in the morning?"
"Distressed?"
Kona felt Si Jue's eyes keep looking at her as he raised his eyes.
The man took a sip of coffee very normally, seeming to stare at the morning paper intently.
"No matter what..."
"Ahem!"
The housekeeper behind him coughed violently, turned away Kona’s gaze unnaturally, and said embarrassingly, "I feel a little uncomfortable in my throat."
Kona: Sample.
"Then... I'll do it for you?"
"Cough cough cough cough cough!" The housekeeper was about to cough up his lungs, his face was red, and he was really choked with saliva behind him and coughed a few times, almost out of breath.
Kona couldn't help but not give a thumbs up.
Good guy, you are so dedicated.
Kona was still compromising on the surface, "Then... twice?"
"Ahem!"
"Mr. Si Jue, your housekeeper doesn't seem to be in good health. Would you like to ask a doctor to come and see him? After all, you are so dedicated, you can't treat him badly, can you?"
Kona doesn't want to cook breakfast every day.
Although she read several recipes, the cooking skills are justified.
The housekeeper laughed embarrassedly, "Thank you for your concern, Miss. I'm fine. I just cough occasionally. Just drink some medicine. It's fine."
The housekeeper trot away in a hurry.
Kona raised an eyebrow and continued to eat the bread.
Si Jue folded the newspaper, put it aside, and stared at her.
Kona was uncomfortable.
But I was held back.
Suddenly, she felt bad, and she wanted Si Jue to make her breakfast.
Seeing that the long stare was fruitless, Si Jue concealed a general cough.
Kona looked uncomprehending: "No way? Contagious?"
The man pointed to the coffee cup, "It's gone."
"It's beside you."
"Can't drink enough." His gaze stayed on her.
Kona tilted her head and smiled purely, "Then how did you live before?"
Si Jue's voice weakened inexplicably.
It seems a little pitiful? !
"Endure."
Kona: "Then you continue to bear it."
Si Jue is not hurried, "But skipping breakfast is bad for the stomach."
Before Kona could refute, he continued faintly, "If you have a bad stomach, you will feel uncomfortable, uncomfortable, you will be unable to work hard, you will have no money, no money..."
He raised his head too slowly, his eyes pale.
He said very helplessly, "I want to change the property of the seller, oh yes, including your computer... I will still be very unhappy. If I am unhappy, my grief and anger will become the power of sports..."