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Chapter 87 Subordinates Don't Need Beauty

The smoke curled up, and I saw a tall and handsome man like an immortal who had put on his trousers and was shirtless. The man's skin was extremely white, like white porcelain.

Despite this, there are evenly textured abdominal muscles on the waist and abdomen. It is obvious that she is not a helpless person. She should exercise regularly to be like this. This figure is really beautiful.

Lin Zhihuang's plane had a well-developed network. She had seen countless beautiful men showing off their abdominal muscles. At this time, she subconsciously searched and compared in her mind, but she could not find a picture that could compete with the scene in front of her.

The handsome man heard the noise outside the door and looked up. He saw it was Lin Zhihuang. There was no strange look on his face. His men were still arranging his shirt slowly and methodically. His dark hair was really better than that of a star in a shampoo commercial.

It should be dark and smooth, and the swings should be infinitely beautiful.

This beautiful man was shown taking a bath, and he almost knocked out Lin Zhihuang, a single mother and child. Of course, this blow was not a blow, but an electric shock.

Everyone has a love for beauty, and Lin Zhihuang, no matter how strong a woman is, is still a normal person. Her heart was severely shaken, and then she regained her composure with her self-denying reason.

No matter how handsome a man is, he can't influence Lin Zhihuang's career! She must immediately discuss strategies with Wen Nanfang and formulate a plan!

In the 21st century, with the development of the Internet, not to mention a man's upper body, but a man's whole body, it's not like she, Lin Zhihuang, has never seen it before. She just watched it and just admired it. She didn't even notice that the man was taking a shower.

panic.

As a modern woman, she does not have the panic and shame reactions that women from the Daji Dynasty should have.

Lin Zhihuang asked calmly: "Are you a friend of Wen Nanfang? Where is Wen Nanfang?"

As soon as Lin Zhihuang finished asking, the handsome man who was wearing obscene clothes chuckled, and it was clearly Wen Nanfang's voice.

Wen Nanfang put on his obscene clothes and replied quietly: "My lord, I just freshen up. Why don't you recognize me?"

Wen Nanfang? Wen Nanfang, who looked like a filthy refugee, has been cleaned up, and now he looks like this...

Lin Zhihuang, who had long been accustomed to the appearance of refugees in southern Wenzhou, suddenly felt uncomfortable everywhere.

She, Lin Zhihuang, wants subordinates. If her subordinates are so good-looking, will it affect their work efficiency?

After Lin Zhihuang knew that the handsome man was his subordinate, he immediately lost any appreciation of beautiful things and quickly sorted out his mentality.

What is the most taboo thing in the workplace? It is taboo for superiors and subordinates to have male-female relationships.

Lin Zhihuang wiped the steamed water from his face, adjusted his mentality, and said without any strangeness: "Nanfang, it turns out you look like this. This is the first time I have seen you clearly. I have never seen you before.

Don’t be offended if you can’t react at the moment.”

The word "Southern" is really incomprehensible. Here, the elders here call the younger ones by the last two characters of their names, and the elders usually call the younger ones by each other's names to show their closeness.

"My courtesy name is Cong Shen. Your lord can call me Cong Shen." Wen Nanfang was amused by the way Lin Zhihuang, who was not even taller than his chest, acted like a little adult and called him 'Southern'.

This little lord is still young. No matter how smart a person is, the more he has nothing to do, the more he has to behave. Now that he has no age, does he have to pretend to be mature?

Wen Nannan thought that he had not told Lin Zhihuang his nickname yet, and did not worry too much about Lin Zhihuang's wrong title, so he directly told Lin Zhihuang his nickname.

Lin Zhihuang didn't know that she was doing this unintentionally, and he was almost regarded as an alien because he didn't understand the customs of the Daji Dynasty.

Fortunately, she usually does things independently enough, and because she is still young, Wen Nanfang made her logical and self-consistent.

Otherwise, Lin Zhihuang is simply full of loopholes, and he still thinks that his native skin is so perfect.

"Okay, I will call you Congshen from now on." Lin Zhihuang nodded calmly.

Wen Nanfang was surprised again. He didn't expect that Lin Zhihuang would behave no differently after learning that his nickname was "Congshen".

I have clearly heard that my lord grew up in Shengjing, so I must have heard of Shouyama's reputation as the "Seven Congs". When I heard his name and knew that he was one of the "Seven Congs", it was no different, my lord.

Really good concentration.
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