Chapter 404: Is Ho afraid of ghosts?

He looked back, and there was a question in Shen Bing's eyes.
"That..." She chuckled twice, rubbed her fists, and stretched out her palms towards him, "Give it to me."
"How many billions?" He took out the check folder from his pocket, ready to write her a check.
"How many billions of what?" She blinked innocently.
"Nonsense, of course money." He gave her a cold look.
Thought she was asking him for money?
Damn it! Big misunderstanding!
Is he too proud? Directly want to pay 100 million? Hundreds and tens of millions are impatient?
She likes such a super educated and qualified big boss.
"Who asked you to ask for money?" She was very moved, and forced him to put the checkbook back into her pocket, "That...I was going to have the acne scab that fell off my face just now."
She saw him pinch in her hand sharply, not throwing it away.
He frowned, "I can't give it to you."
"Why!" She exhaled a little, "Pinch a little scab that fell off my face, don't you feel sick or tickle?"
"No." The cold male voice was very crisp.
"It doesn't matter." She reached out to grab it, "Give it to me quickly."
Her scalp was numb when he thought of the scab in his hand, and she felt that her noble image in the mind of the male was about to be destroyed.
"It fell on my hand, then, it is already mine." There was a deep meaning in his cold eyes, staring at her fixedly.
I like to take you with me all the time, even if it's just a little bit of your skin.
She didn't understand why he insisted, "Forget it, it's up to you."
Waved his hand proudly.
Seeing that he almost wrote her a check for 100 million just now, he gave it to him.
Bai Qinghao walked to the desk in the study and sat down, opened the drawer, and found a small transparent plastic box with the big thumb for pills, and put the dry scab on her face into the box.
After watching for a while, he put it in his jacket pocket contentedly.
In the master bedroom, Fang Xinxin noticed that a European-style carved dressing table was placed next to the luxurious bed.
She invited the butler Zhao Cheng to ask, "Is this dressing table for me?"
"Miss Hui Fang, the commander ordered to buy it. He said it would be more convenient for you to live here. The makeup and skin care products on the dressing table are also prepared for you by the commander."
Fang Xinxin was deeply moved.
She knew it in the previous life. He was a tough guy and didn't like to put some feminine things in his room.
Unexpectedly, he would take the initiative to do so.
"Go down." She waved.
The housekeeper Zhao Cheng glanced at her face with a strange look, and stepped back respectfully.
Fang Xinxin sat in front of the dressing table in her pajamas, brushing her long hair in front of the mirror.
Suddenly, her eyes touched herself in the mirror, and she almost screamed in fright.
The dense small acne scabs on the face were curled up with dry corners, and they fell off from time to time.
She stretched out her hand and touched her face, and a few scabs fell off naturally.
So many hard acne scabs are tilted at the same time, and if you can’t take them off, you look like you’re shooting a horror movie in the mirror, a terrible sense of sight.
Turn off the light, and only turn on the dim light strip.
Looking at it again, there appeared in the mirror a "female ghost!"
Fang Xinxin sighed that she was so terrible that she could hook up with female ghosts.
No wonder even Zhao Cheng, the always rigid housekeeper, couldn't help but glanced at her face in surprise.